Chapter 672 Good reputation (2)
Lin Jiayi's words seemed like a prophecy and soon caused a storm.
Of course, the storm was not caused by Lin Jiayi, but was transmitted from North America.
As GM's vice president returned to the United States and started shipping the car to the United States, a piece of news spread throughout the world.
General Motors' Amg Company cooperates with Mr. T to redesign Hummer models and strengthen protection. The new model prototype will be inspected by the Pentagon soon.
No matter which country, military purchases are definitely quite formal. It takes procedures, bidding, bidding, inspection, winning bids, etc., and it is probably impossible to complete the process in less than a few months or even a year.
Of course, these have nothing to do with Guo Tailai. Guo Tailai has provided modification plans, provided prototype cars, and provided his own name. The rest are General Motors and Amgs. They must operate the military vehicle bidding and tendering themselves and handle the Pentagon military purchase contract.
The news spread and I dared not say that the whole world was in an uproar, but military fans all over the world immediately focused their attention.
The firearms made by Mr. T are sky-high, but the car designed by Mr. T is even sky-high, and it is definitely a great value for money.
The virtues of American news media, why can't such big news be hyped up?
Not only are reporters asking about the Pentagon officials, but also the reporter interviewing government officials' opinions on this, of course, there are also people who interview the public, but the most important thing is to interview the soldiers in the military camp's feelings! "I am very excited and very much looking forward to it. The car designed by Mr. T specifically to improve safety is definitely what we need most at the moment."
"Ahhhh! Mr. T's car is my dream. If I can't satisfy my dream when I work outside, being able to drive the car designed by Mr. T in the army can be considered as fulfilling my dream."
"I'm looking forward to Mr. T's modified Hummer. It would be even better if it could be as safe as the big red flag!"
"I totally believe Mr. T can do this."
...What surprised the reporters was that the soldiers in the army were welcomed and looked forward to the arrival of the new Hummer, and did not even wait for the Pentagon inspection results to be released. They believed that the new Hummer would definitely improve its protection capabilities and would no longer be the thin leather can that could be made into honeycombs by someone taking a shot of an AK produced during World War II.
In contrast to the American soldiers waiting for Mr. T's new Hummer to be released with great excitement, the news came back to China and directly fulfilled Lin Jiayi's concerns, and there was a large number of overwhelming curses on the Internet.
Official media, print media, etc., will definitely not be able to make any criticism, but on the Internet, the more proud those netizens were of Mr. T in the past, they would hate him so much.
If there are new models or military vehicles, why not give priority to the country, but sell them to American imperialism?
Traitor! Traitor! Lacky dog! Traitor! Basically, such arguments have filled the military and automobile sectors, and some people even expressed dissatisfaction in the football sector.
There are almost everywhere posts of cursing, threats, curses, and regrets. There are many posts that have not seen through the true face of Mr. T and are still blinded by him.
Some people even began to curse Mr. T's ancestors for eighteen generations, and even Mr. T's parents were scolded as shit.
All kinds of vicious words and vicious curses were almost everywhere on the screen.
Bang! The slender fist passed the computer desk in front of him and hit the wooden platform behind him that could withstand more than 200 kilograms of engine weight.
The crack sounded, but it was not the delicate jade hand that broke, but the wooden platform.
Of course, the fist is the senior sister's fist, and the one that smashes it is a platform in the studio.
Finally, I knew that the computer did not make any mistakes, so I did not smash the computer host or the monitor. The computer was very safe.
Zhao Yanyan's silver teeth were almost bitten off.
My beloved fat man obviously did so many things for the country. Even the modified Hummer model was only taken out with permission from his superiors. Why can these people just call themselves a fat man, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor, a traitor,
Why can a group of keyboard warriors who may not even make a contribution of one millionth of a fat man, slander a hero as a traitor?
Why?
Also, how can these people be able to scold their fat people's ancestors and their fat people's parents?
Although Zhao Yanyan was afraid of seeing the fat man’s parents, and even thought that it would be difficult to control her emotions when she met them, she could not tolerate her fat man’s parents being so abused by these people.
"Senior Sister!"
With a pair of hands, she hugged Zhao Yanyan's slender waist from behind, and let her delicate body press on the person behind her. Guo Tailai's voice rang in Zhao Yanyan's ears: "Aren't we mentally prepared for a long time?
Why be so angry?”
"I just feel a little unwilling."
Zhao Yanyan leaned his head into the fat man's arms and couldn't help but say.
"Why bother with something I've known for a long time?"
Guo Tailai walked forward and smiled with a fucking smile on his face: "Have you seen any cursing that is particularly creative? These words are always over and over again, without any new ideas."
"Don't look at these unhappy things."
Zhao Yanyan reached out and pressed the computer's turn on key, turned around and asked Guo Tailai, "Is there any place I particularly want to go?
Let's go out for a walk!"
"Um."
Guo Tailai knew his senior sister’s kindness.
Although he was mentally prepared, being scolded so much that his parents and ancestors were implicated. Guo Tailai actually felt uncomfortable. He just said that he just wanted to make his senior sister less angry. Unfortunately, his thoughts could not be hidden from his senior sister who knew his personality. After taking a deep breath, Guo Tailai nodded and said, "Then go to Jordan to have fun!"
"I'll go and apply for you."
Zhao Yanyan also hopes that Guo Tailai can leave the troubles in China. If he is still in China, he may be besieged by some young men, and it will be bad if something happens.
Those who were as angry as Zhao Yanyan were Guo Tailai’s security guards.
What did the boss do, can they not know?
But because of the boss's identity and some military secrets, Guo Tailai did many things that he could not say or explain, which made him so depressed that he was crazy.
When he heard that the boss was going abroad, a group of equally angry security guards immediately began to prepare without saying a word.
They also want to leave immediately and never leave again. They are afraid that when they encounter certain things, they will be unable to help but act angrily, which will cause trouble to the boss.
I have already applied for a visa in advance. The advantage of having a private jet is that I can leave as long as I want.
When Guo Tailai's business plane flew out of the Magic City Airport, the domestic "News Broadcast" also happened to be broadcast.
Five minutes after the start of today's news broadcast, the female announcer read a piece of news in a straight voice.
"The new generation of military warriors with independent intellectual property rights designed by Mr. T, a famous automobile designer in my country, have begun to be equipped in various units across the country.
In addition, the light armed reconnaissance vehicle, also designed by Mr. T, with independent intellectual property rights, has also begun to be equipped with a small number of troops.
Chapter completed!