Of course, when Yang Xiaotao thinks this way, it does not mean that he cares deeply about national affairs or considers international strategies. He simply encounters this kind of thing and does not participate in it. This experience will be in vain.

Moreover, in private, Yang Xiaotao had a relationship with Alfat and wanted to help.

If we follow the original trend of history, after the changes in Persia, people like Mosidov will definitely be buried in the desert.

Not to mention Alphabet.

Yang Xiaotao doesn't care whether Persia is right or wrong. In his opinion, it doesn't matter who is the boss of the country.

But the premise is that Mosidov, who has a good relationship with him, is alive. Only in this way can this relationship have more value in the future.

Therefore, he also wanted to flap his butterfly wings, hoping to blow a storm over Persia.

At the very least, we must save the lives of these two people.

When Mosidov heard what Yang Xiaotao said, he realized something.

He clearly understood the situation in the country. He had no intention of paying attention to it because Alfat fell ill.

Now, he naturally wants to think about Alfat's future.

"Yang, thank you, you are a good person."

Mosidov was a smart man. Watching Alphat driving an armored vehicle all over the ground, he came to Yang Xiaotao and asked.

"this...."

After receiving a good person card inexplicably, Yang Xiaotao shrugged and said seriously, "Mr. Mosidov, I just want to make my friend better and make our friendship last longer."

Then he turned around and smiled under Mosidov's puzzled gaze, "You know, friendship can only continue if you are alive."

"And if you want to live, you need strength."

For a moment, Mosidov's face became solemn, and then he nodded vigorously.

He almost lost his most precious son. He felt so close to despair that he never wanted to try again.

Now is the time to make some arrangements.

"Yang!"

"Um?"

"How much does this car cost?"

Yang Xiaotao suddenly laughed, "It depends on what you want."

"What else?"

"Of course, the one with a 76mm gun has one price, the one without it has another price, and the one with a modified 107 rocket launcher has another price..."

Yang Xiaotao immediately counted them with his fingers, which made Mosidov shake his head.

"It would be a shame for you not to be a profiteer."

Yang Xiaotao smiled, "No, I think it's good to be a worker."

"Can your big guy install it?"

"What big guy?"

Mosidov suddenly made a mushroom gesture, and Yang Xiaotao was excited, "You have to find the right person for this matter."

In the evening, Mosidov and Alfat said goodbye to Yang Xiaotao and prepared to return to their residence.

They would return to Persia the day after tomorrow, and Yang Xiaotao could only send blessings while hoping in his heart that there would still be a chance to meet.

We drove the armored vehicle back to the machinery factory, and before we even reached the office, we heard strange noises coming from everywhere in the factory.

When I took a closer look, I saw several people standing together, as if they were singing.

Why does it seem like?

Because the lyrics are indeed a song, but if you sing like ghosts crying and wolves howling, is that also called a song?

There were many scenes like this, but they opened Yang Xiaotao's horizons.

Really, don’t you know what your voice is?

When I returned to the office, sure enough, there was no one in the room.

Yang Xiaotao is also used to it. It is estimated that Lou Xiaoe will spend most of his time in the Publicity Department.

It's probably time to get off work now.

Yang Xiaotao went out and came to Yang Youning's office.

"Lao Yang, what's going on in this factory? No more work?"

Walking in and sitting on the chair, Yang Youning looked helpless when he heard this, "You came back today?"

"Well, come back and do some errands."

"No, what's going on in this factory?"

"What else can happen? I was just stimulated by the performance."

"Hey, such a great enthusiasm?"

Yang Xiaotao was a little curious. In his previous life, whether in school or in a company, as long as he attended some kind of party, most people would probably choose to sit in the audience and not want to go on stage.

It's just a game. If the loser wants to sing, a large number of people will probably quit.

It's better to ask someone you know well to buy you a drink.

Therefore, in Yang Xiaotao's opinion, even if the prizes are more generous, there won't be so many people rushing to grab them.

Could it be that the judges are all blind?

"That's right, I've been practicing during lunch."

Yang Youning spread his hands, "Now if you tell them there is no hope, they will be anxious to you."

"Don't worry, I'll pre-select tomorrow, so I won't have time to work all day long."

After Yang Youning finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xiaotao and asked, "Come back and lie down when you have time tomorrow. Let's check it together."

"By the way, the one you made that sent ten to the Red Army was pretty good. I think we can get a ranking."

After saying that, he still felt strange in his heart. He originally wanted to organize a leadership singing group, sing an Internationale or something, and keep the grand prize in the machine factory.

After all, it’s better for good things to stay in your own family’s pockets.

But in private, after seeing the propaganda department and the logistics staff working out the idea of ​​sending ten soldiers to the Red Army, I gave up the idea completely.

With contrast, there are advantages and disadvantages.

He doesn't want to be compared. Where will he put his face when the time comes?
Chapter completed!