Chapter 82 of 100
Chapter 82
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"Da Ming, turn on the radio." Hu Wenhai glanced at his watch, which showed it was 6:30 in the morning. At this time in the winter in Northeast China, it was still pitch black. He and Lu Da Ming could only huddle in the car for warmth, gazing blankly at the sparsely populated exit of Xiucheng Railway Station.
"Good morning, listeners! Today is January 11th, Friday, the 15th day of the 11th month in the lunar calendar, Minor Cold. The capital is clear, with temperatures ranging from -9 to 10 degrees Celsius. Here is a summary of today's news and newspaper highlights: A residential area in Virginia, USA, is on fire, and it has been confirmed that two Chinese Americans have been killed..."
"Phew—" Hu Wenhai rolled down the Santana's window, took a deep breath of the cold air, and pushed the car door open, walking out expressionless.
"Don't forget to turn off the radio." After instructing Lu Da Ming, Hu Wenhai walked towards the station's exit without looking back.
"Director Lin, welcome, welcome!" Hu Wenhai stepped on the soft snow, extending his hands from a distance. Two people followed behind him: Lu Da Ming and Wang Ye—Hu Wenhai's guards assigned by the military.
Speaking of Wang Ye, it was hard to say whether he was unfortunate or fortunate. After arriving in Xiucheng, he was essentially under Hu Wenhai's jurisdiction, and there was no need for him to follow around anymore.
So, Wang Ye gradually transformed from a close guard to the "gatekeeper" of the Hu family. This spared him the trouble of running around with Hu Wenhai, and he only needed to ensure the safety of the Hu family.
Living in the guest room of the Hu family, with plenty of good food and drink, if he hadn't persisted in exercising daily, Lin Qianjun would have seen a completely unrecognizable, chubby white man today.
Even so, Wang Ye's skin, compared to when he first arrived, showed a noticeable "printer out of ink" effect...
"Director Lin!" Wang Ye quickly saluted Lin Qianjun, fortunately, it was still dark in the morning, and his skin changes were not visible.
"Little Wang, how is your work in Xiucheng? Any difficulties?"
"Report to Director Lin, no difficulties, the work... is going smoothly!" Wang Ye lied shamefully under Hu Wenhai's gaze.
"Ha ha, that's good."
"Director Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you to come here. I should have gone to the capital, but the new company is just starting to reorganize, and I can't leave for now..."
"Not at all, Little Hu, oh, now I should call you President Hu! Ha ha, to come and pick me up in such cold weather, I can't bear it!"
Others might not know, but could Lin Qianjun not know Hu Wenhai's worth? Just thinking about the human-shaped, self-walking billion-dollar treasury standing in front of him...
Ah ha ha, Lin Qianjun felt a bit neurotic, deeply afraid that a Soviet or American spy might pop up somewhere.
"Don't stand outside, get in the car quickly." Hu Wenhai, being a northerner, couldn't stand the cold either. He urged them repeatedly, and the four of them returned to the Santana, starting the engine to warm up.
"Let's go to the guesthouse." Hu Wenhai rubbed his hands, rolled up the window he had just lowered, and pulled out a file from the car door's storage compartment: "Many things were unclear on the phone. This is all the data from our recent test. Director Lin, you can take a look when you have time. If you want to see the live firing, we can assemble another one today."
Lin Qianjun took the file from Hu Wenhai but didn't open it immediately, smiling, "No rush, I trust what President Hu says. But the decision isn't up to me alone; we need to wait for the people from Shengjing Military Region."
"Oh, no problem." Hu Wenhai was confident: "I've already found out that the Director Xi from the Shengjing Military Region's logistics department is arriving today. We can invite both of you to see the live firing this afternoon."
"Good, I won't be polite. I'm sure President Hu won't mind the cost, ha ha."
The sun had not yet risen, and the streets were naturally deserted. At around six o'clock, only high school students riding to school passed by, making Hu Wenhai feel a bit nostalgic.
Originally, he had taken a semester off, but with only two months left until school started, he wondered if he should return to school. He didn't have an answer to this question yet.
The car smoothly delivered Director Lin to the guesthouse, and it was just starting to get light. Lu Da Ming wisely stayed in the car, while Wang Ye stopped at the door of Director Lin's room. In the end, it was Hu Wenhai who escorted Lin Qianjun into his room.
"Director Lin, did you sleep well on the way? You can rest first, and I'll come back when Director Xi from the Shengjing Military Region arrives."
"Wait a moment, President Hu." Lin Qianjun wiped his face with a wet towel, looking much more refreshed, and smiled, "I've slept enough in the car. I have something to ask you, shall we sit down and talk?"
"Oh, sure."
Hu Wenhai poured two cups of tea. He had learned from the previous incident with Yu Shiwei and had strictly reorganized the service discipline at the guesthouse, which had finally improved somewhat.
However, maintaining this level of service required consistent management, not just a few speeches.
Seeing the steaming tea, Lin Qianjun felt like he had found a treasure, holding the warm cup even before drinking. Although Bohai Province wasn't much colder than the capital, being by the sea made the cold different from that in the capital.
"Director Lin, what do you want to ask? I'll answer everything I know."
"It's like this." Lin Qianjun smiled and said, "Do you know a company commander named Heng Jianyun?"
"He's my father's comrade-in-arms. When I went to America, I wanted to help them with some equipment to fight the Vietnamese monkeys!" Hu Wenhai smiled sheepishly, "At the time, I didn't think much about it. You probably know I made a few million dollars by selling a patent for a scope. I was curious about American individual equipment and wanted to help Uncle Heng get some. After all, I had plenty of dollars to spare."
Lin Qianjun shook his head and laughed, "Our PLA equipment is standardized. How can you just change it as you please?"
"It's not like I was doing it randomly!" Hu Wenhai protested, "I had already discussed it with Uncle Heng. The equipment would be brought back under the name of Factory 501 for their company to test. I thought if the results were good, Factory 501 could produce it to supply the troops fighting the Vietnamese monkeys!"
"Alright, I don't think President Hu would act rashly." Lin Qianjun nodded, acknowledging Hu Wenhai's explanation, "Later, Heng Jianyun published a military paper proposing the concept of action-centric warfare. Was this idea yours?"
"This..." Hu Wenhai thought for a moment and cautiously said, "I just suggested some ideas, but the main work of refining it into an article was done by Uncle Heng."
Hu Wenhai knew this couldn't be hidden. With his billion-dollar aura, the country would certainly investigate every detail of his life. Something as obvious as the source of Heng Jianyun's paper would easily be traced back to him.
However, once people looked into Hu Wenhai's background, many would be dazzled by his "genius" aura. If he had caused trouble before he was famous, it was just mischief. But if he had already achieved success, his childhood mischief would be seen as early wisdom, a famous anecdote...
From the perspective of a Monday morning quarterback, Hu Wenhai's early折腾 (trouble-making) provided a strong footnote for his sudden burst of talent.
Perhaps the investigators would even go home and educate their children, "See? Talented people are never content to be ordinary from a young age. The current education system is indeed..."
"You don't need to worry; what belongs to Heng Jianyun will not be taken from him." Lin Qianjun reassured Hu Wenhai, then pondered for a moment and said, "In fact, while the organization is interested in what you have now, they are also, if not more, interested in the ideas behind Heng Jianyun's paper."
"Oh? Ha ha, that's great." Hu Wenhai breathed a sigh of relief, almost sounding relieved, "It seems I underestimated the talent in our country. There are others with a long-term vision."
"Hey, who talks about themselves so openly?" Lin Qianjun was taken aback, amused by Hu Wenhai's confident tone, which suggested he was certain he was right and worried others wouldn't understand.
"I'm just stating the facts. Regarding combat ideas, action-centric warfare is just one part. I have many more ideas that I haven't dared to share, fearing they might be too radical."
Hu Wenhai looked confident, knowing that action-centric warfare was just one stage of his ideas. In fact, the U.S. military later developed network-centric warfare based on this concept, which became the true guiding principle for the U.S. military.
However, the reality was that even if he revealed network-centric warfare, would the military leaders bow down and accept it as the truth?
Don't forget, military science is a highly specialized field! Why should anyone believe a person who hasn't even attended a military academy?
So, Hu Wenhai's guiding principle has always been to do more and talk less, to let the facts speak for themselves.
The question now was whether to at least fully reveal the concept of action-centric warfare. After all, in the 1980s, the Chinese military was always searching for a guiding principle for future military operations.
It wasn't until the early 1990s, after the Gulf War, that the U.S. military's overwhelming combat style woke them up, turning them into devoted fans of the U.S. military...
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