Chapter 179: Dongku Training

Jiang Haisheng was originally an excellent engineer of a submarine in the Bohai Fleet. This time he was selected by Xu Hui because of his excellent skills and meticulous work attitude. However, he is a child of a fisherman's family. He is not very particular about it and is careless. He doesn't care about the opinions of the people around him. No matter what the situation is, he can maintain an optimistic attitude. This time, he was able to become a mission personnel of a Soviet nuclear submarine through screening, which is based on his mentality of always maintaining optimism and not fearing difficulties. However, during the two nights of the supply tanker schedule, Jiang Haisheng was depressed.

Chen Zhaojun arranged a special conference room for the submarine officers and soldiers for the supply ships. Usually no one passes here. Compared with the kitchen, grocery warehouse and other spaces, this is the most suitable for Tibetans. However, the area of ​​this conference room is very small, less than eight meters long and less than four meters wide. There is also an oval large table in the middle that takes up most of the area, making these 32 submarine officers and soldiers look particularly bored in this narrow space.

Of course, they would not complain about this, after all, their inner cabin of the submarine is almost like this. However, now they are required to speak quietly for a day and two nights at most, minimize activities, eat, drink, defecation, and sleep in this small conference room. This is like the one who said that the mission was found by the sonar. They must hold on to boredom and spend the day and two nights quietly. But the environment here is worse than that of the submarine. The submarine lands on the seabed, which is still, and the supply ship also needs to shake with the waves. It is not that easy to sit quietly. Moreover, the submarine has a toilet at least, but here, it is convenient in front of the other 31 officers and soldiers in a narrow space of about 30 square meters, which is too sad.

However, this is nothing to Jiang Haisheng, who is usually careless. Anyway, he is a man, so what's wrong with him? Moreover, there is a table in the middle that can block his vision. Before boarding the boat, he was ordered to eat less because he probably knew the situation, and it was mainly light. Therefore, if you don't speak, others don't know that you are convenient for you, and it doesn't even taste heavy. For Jiang Haisheng, the most painful thing is to stare and count the time and wait for arrival. Because he has a problem, it may be related to his personality, that is, when he is asleep, he loves to snore and his voice is like thunder. When performing such a task that must be silent, sleeping is already a violation of discipline for Jiang Haisheng. Therefore, he can only grit his teeth and dispel his tiredness when others fall asleep.

"Comrade Jiang Haisheng." After a day and night, seeing Jiang Haisheng looking a little sleepy, Political Commissar Wu walked over carefully, sat down beside him, leaned over and said softly to him: "I have difficulties if I am more energetic, but I believe you will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty. We are revolutionary soldiers, and there are no difficulties that we cannot overcome. I believe in you."

Jiang Haisheng really admired this Political Commissar Wu. After such a day and night, his tough body was sleeping on the bumpy boat and it was a little overwhelming, but Political Commissar Wu was so energetic. In Jiang Haisheng's impression, it was the fifteenth time that Political Commissar Wu had warned him about sleeping problems. It was because he had fallen asleep once a few hours after he got on the boat. At that time, he was directly woken up by the first mate sitting next to him. Then Political Commissar Wu came over to say that he was not very enlightened and did not treat the enemy rigorously, and so on. In short, Political Commissar Wu often paid attention to him and supervised him. As long as he was tired, Political Commissar Wu would come over to instill a lot of things for him, which forced him to get energetic.

In fact, this is nothing to Jiang Haisheng's carefree personality. It is a good thing to have someone to help remind him so that he will not fall asleep by the boat and fall asleep. However, for others, this is a nightmare.

Don’t think that Jiang Haisheng was taught a lesson by Political Commissar Wu because of sleepiness. Others, big and small, are often arrested and warned by Political Commissar Wu.

"Xiao Cheng, I know you are weak, but we are competing for willpower now! We are glorious submarine officers and soldiers, and are definitely one of the best in hard work. I believe you will be able to persist well!" This is what Political Commissar Wu said to Cheng Bingyan, one of the excellent sonar soldiers.

Cheng Bingyan is a very excellent sonar soldier in a submarine in the South China Sea Fleet. He doesn't talk much, knows verb skills, can learn the sounds of various animals, and can learn vividly. He has an example of it circulating throughout the South China Sea Fleet. One time he learned the courtship of a female fish in the estrus in a submarine, which attracted a large group of fish to revolve around the submarine. Even if he stopped learning it again, these fish were reluctant to leave until he started the submarine. This may be a bit exaggerated, but it is circulated in the South China Sea Fleet, just like Cheng Bingyan's name, everyone is familiar with it.

Cheng Bingyan only now realized that there was another thing that could be more feminine and had a relatively thin voice that was similar to his name. This was not because he was frustrated with the bumps of the supply ship, eating, drinking, urinating, and sleeping in the small conference room, but because of the mouth of Political Commissar Wu.

If Political Commissar Wu said it once, it would be considered to be a way to inspire the military, it would indeed be able to enhance other people's willpower and persist for longer. But Political Commissar Wu would come here in a few minutes. Although the words were different every time, the same meaning was expressed every time. It could even rise to a political height and rise to a rigorous attitude towards the enemy, which would make people a little unbearable. What was most unbearable was that he chatted with the people next to him and passed the time. Political Commissar Wu insisted on coming over to let them whisper, it would be better not to speak, and he spoke so well. Cheng Bingyan muttered in his heart: Isn't it considered talking if you teach people everywhere?

Others who have Cheng Bingyan's idea are because Political Commissar Wu says it's a set of things, but he may not be better than others. Among the officers and soldiers sitting there, most people are wondering why the headquarters has arranged such a guy who chatters and only screams. This is a technical task. What should I do with such an annoying starling? Not only can I not help, but it will also make everyone feel bored. Even if I don't sit properly, I will be taught a lesson with righteous words. This is really painful.

Therefore, this Political Commissar Wu has been determined by the collective as the most painful thing besides the bumps on the ship. Moreover, when he thought about facing several months in the future, the officers and soldiers were almost desperate. Political Commissar Wu didn't know that just a few days after he had just carried out his mission together, he already had a very special nickname, Wu Dafly.

"Comrade Zhang Tiecheng. You should know how rare our opportunity this time is! How many people can't get such an opportunity on their sharp heads? Behind us, how many eyes are looking at us, and how many comrades are silently supporting us. We must overcome this little difficulty now and persevere! Perhaps, we can only have such an opportunity in our life. I believe you, you will be able to hold on!" Political Commissar Wu likes to stay by this turbine player's most because he is very obedient, and the things he does and what he says make people feel comfortable. Therefore, for this person, Political Commissar Wu has the least education, but he is the person who wants to educate the most.

"Political Commissar Wu, you are right! We sailors are all the best, but these are our technical advantages. In politics, you still need to urge you frequently! With you, I have the opportunity to participate in this mission. After all, my awareness is not enough! I also hope you can teach more so that I can always be vigilant! Thank you very much for your teaching!" It was difficult for Wu Shenglin to be unhappy after Zhang Tiecheng's words. In his opinion, Zhang Tiecheng is not enough, it is clearly the most conscious among all the officers and soldiers. It is precisely because Zhang Tielin is so eager to be taught that Wu Shenglin did not leave him behind, and every time he comes to him, he talks a lot and speaks deeply.

"Well! I believe you will be able to persevere. You are a good comrade!" Political Commissar Wu said such a rare thing, which shows how much he likes this turbine player.

Among all, in addition to Captain Xu Hui, Engineer Jiang Haisheng and Engineer Zhang Tiecheng, there is another person who would not be disgusted with the words of Political Commissar Wu, that is, First mate Chen Lin.

Chen Lin's original position was the first mate, a nuclear submarine from the East China Sea Fleet. He was extremely rigorous in his work and life, as if he was a robot, and he only knew how to execute the captain's orders meticulously. He turned a deaf ear to other things. Even if he was forced by a knife, his face would not move. The most legendary deed was that during a mission, the captain's order made a mistake. He gave a command that anyone could see would definitely make him in danger of life, but he would not have any effect. However, he still did what the captain said, and his expression did not change. It was because of this that he could easily become Xu Hui's first mate and participate in this mission.

Only the captain's words were effective for Chen Lin. No one else, including the political commissar, could tell him. Moreover, his attitude was very rigorous, and Wu Shenglin rarely found a reason to say it. Although he would occasionally go over to educate him, no matter how sharp Wu Shenglin's words were or how profound the content was, Chen Lin still had a calm expression, which made Wu Shenglin feel ignored. It is precisely because of this that he has received no less education than others.

Chen Zhaojun is familiar to everyone in the ship, so he can be assigned to a relatively comfortable room, and can also walk around, blow the sea breeze and see the distance. But he knew in his heart how hard the thirty-two officers and soldiers were in the small conference room, eating, drinking, urinating, sleeping, and sitting on the ground in the small conference room. They all had a very small amount of food they brought, and they sat in it motionless for a day or two nights. Under the bumps of the waves, this was very hard. After all, this small conference room was chosen by Chen Zhaojun after observation.

It has been a day and a night, and it is time tonight. There is still one night left to reach Vladivostok. Often this time is the most difficult time for people. Chen Zhaojun thought about whether he should comfort the officers and soldiers, at least he had to make a meal for them to fill his stomach, otherwise he would not get off the boat if he was hungry and tired.

After having an idea, Chen Zhaojun quickly found Sironov's secretary and discussed the matter with him.

The secretary also felt that the soldiers were very pitiful. After thinking about it, he agreed to Chen Zhaojun's proposal and asked the kitchen to prepare a large bucket of soup. Before Chen Zhaojun brought the soup to the door of the conference room, he sent the two guards guarding at the door and ordered them to stand guard at both ends of the corridor separately and not allow anyone to pass.

Before entering the small conference room, Chen Zhaojun knocked on the door politely. Since Chen Zhaojun told them before that he would not speak out no matter what movement outside, so Chen Zhaojun still added a question: "Comrades. I am Chen Zhaojun, can I come in?"

After Chen Zhaojun asked, there was still no answer inside. But after a while of silence, the doorknob made a slight "click", and then the door of the conference room opened gently.

The first mate Chen Lin opened the door. After seeing Chen Zhaojun, he nodded politely to Chen Zhaojun and said softly: "Hello! Comrade Chen Zhaojun!"

Chen Zhaojun was about to reply, but was fumbling with a stinking stench inside, and the expression on his face was a little bitter, but he quickly adjusted and felt that the soldiers were working hard, so he said, "Let's open the door! Ventilate, thank you so much for your hard work!"

Chen Lin received the order from Captain Xu Hui to strictly implement Chen Zhaojun's orders. Therefore, as soon as Chen Zhaojun finished speaking, the first mate opened the door in a "swish".

After the door was fully opened, the stench inside rushed out. Chen Zhaojun was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether to bring the soup inside to drink for the officers and soldiers or what to do. After thinking for a while, Chen Zhaojun felt that the stench inside was too heavy. If you eat it inside, it would be good not to vomit it out. At least Chen Zhaojun must not be able to eat it. So he put down the bucket of soup and said to the officers and soldiers inside: "Everyone wait first, I'll ask if you can let everyone come out to eat!" After that, he immediately turned around and went to find Sironov's secretary.

After Chen Zhaojun finished talking to the secretary, the secretary thought about it carefully and felt that drinking soup inside was not a big deal. He nodded and said to Chen Zhaojun: "Let's do this, I will arrange for someone to clear the front deck immediately, and then notify you, let you go up and get some ventilation, and tidy up the things in the conference room. However, you can't stay on it for too long, so as not to attract the attention of the crew."

After the secretary told Chen Zhaojun that it was done, Chen Zhaojun returned to the door of the small conference room happily while thanking him. At this time, the stench inside was not so heavy, but Chen Zhaojun still felt it was very pungent.

"Everyone tidy up the garbage inside. We have half an hour of ventilation and can go to the deck to blow the sea breeze, but the noise cannot be too loud!" Chen Zhaojun picked up the soup bucket again and smiled at the officers and soldiers.

"Comrades!" Xu Hui was the first to stand up and whispered a command. Under his command, all the officers and soldiers stood up straight, waiting for the next command.

After everyone stood up straight, Xu Hui said again: "Next, we will go to the deck, and everyone will sort out the garbage, excrement, etc. around them as soon as possible and take them out together. Action should be quick, movement should be small, and you should be able to wait for Comrade Chen Zhaojun's dispatch at any time."

At this time, Wu Shenglin spoke, and he said this to Chen Zhaojun: "Comrade Chen Zhaojun, is it inappropriate for us to do this? After all, we had already received an order before we boarded the ship. We could not leave the small conference room half a step before we arrived at the destination, let alone go to the deck. Is this a violation of discipline?"

Wu Shenglin's words attracted the hatred of almost everyone. If possible, no one would want to stay in this small room for an extra second. Finally, he had a chance to clean up the excrement and go out to breathe, but he actually gave up. Everyone was confused. Should this political commissar arrange to supervise or torture everyone?

After hearing this, Chen Zhaojun laughed and said, "It's nothing! Didn't the general say it when he got on the ship? You should obey my orders before the mission is completed. I said that you can go out and you have to drink soup and see the scenery on it. This is not a big deal. Hurry up, I know everyone has worked hard!" After Chen Zhaojun said that, he carried the bucket of soup to the deck first. In Chen Zhaojun's opinion, this is really not a big deal. He doesn't care about that much. Anyway, this is the ship of the Pacific Fleet and Sironov's territory. If something happens, he will find Sironov. Chen Zhaojun is sure that Sironov attaches great importance to this matter and can definitely settle it. Besides, it has been arranged so it is not easy to get into trouble. If there is a condition, it is too stupid to find excuses to aggriev itself.

With Chen Zhaojun's words, Wu Shenglin had nothing to say. His mission was to be responsible for the political thoughts of submarine officers and soldiers. He didn't care about Chen Zhaojun, and he had to listen to Chen Zhaojun. In fact, Political Commissar Wu was not willing to stay in the small conference room, but he knew that they were the Chinese Navy and they were on foreign warships. Although they had obtained some permission, they came up secretly after all, and he was indeed worried that something might happen. And in his opinion, he was the political commissar and he had to check it.

In the end, Wu Shenglin had no choice but to grit his teeth and never asked about this matter. Everyone, under the arrangement of the captain, quickly and carefully packed up the garbage, opened the door of the conference room for ventilation, and came to the deck one by one.

On the deck, the officers and soldiers happily drank the soup with the bowl and spoon that Chen Zhaojun brought, blew the sea breeze comfortably, and looked at the distance. They knew that such an opportunity would be rare after arriving in Vladivostok. Because they had received news before that they would conduct closed training in the Soviet nuclear submarine reservoir until they returned to the training and had no chance to go outside to see it.

Political Commissar Wu Shenglin didn't say anything because Chen Zhaojun was there, but he just paid attention to the movements around him so as not to have any accidents. The other officers and soldiers were either too lazy to care about him or would not give Wu Shenglin a good look. In the past day and night, everyone had enough of this mortal flies.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the officers and soldiers returned to the small conference room in an orderly manner and returned to their original appearance. No accident happened in the middle. However, because Chen Zhaojun did this this time, the air in the small conference room was much fresher, and because everyone was bumped so hard that it was not so uncomfortable. They had a deeper understanding of Chen Zhaojun, the "hero".

The officers and soldiers involved in this mission knew that it was almost entirely a merit to Chen Zhaojun when they were able to drive the Soviet nuclear submarine this time. Chen Zhaojun was not a soldier. Although he had a position in the National Planning Commission, he was more engaged in his business and was able to help the country build such a nuclear submarine. What a great contribution it would be. Therefore, in the eyes of these officers and soldiers, Chen Zhaojun has been elevated to the height of "heroes", and when they first came into contact, they all looked at this young man with awe. Now, his considerate behavior towards Chen Zhaojun has even moved the officers and soldiers.

After another night of sailing, the supply ship arrived in Vladivostok. Sironov had already made preparations. As soon as the supply ship was docked, all the Soviet sailors on the supply ship received the order to leave the ship to rest immediately, and soon cleared all the Soviet officers and soldiers on the entire supply ship.

After the Soviet sailors left the ship, under the arrangement of Secretary Sironov, the Chinese naval officers and soldiers quickly left the conference room and got off the ship and went straight into the truck that had already been parked next to the supply ship dock.

The whole process was very short. Not to mention that there were no Soviet sailors next to the dock, even if there were, they would definitely not know what had happened, so the truck drove away.

Trucks drive directly into the submarine cave warehouse. The Soviet submarine cave warehouse is very large, and now it is an extraordinary period. There are no people moving in the cave warehouse, so the cave warehouse has become the best training ground.

After the truck entered, the door of the cave library closed with a click. This voice announced that the group of officers and soldiers would be training in this cave library for one or two months without seeing the light.

Neither Chen Zhaojun nor Sironov's secretary followed in. Sironov had already arranged their training content. The operation and training of this "Akula"-class nuclear submarine was all the responsibility of the original Soviet sailors of the nuclear submarine, and was equipped with four translators.

The Soviet sailors in charge of training had no idea what was going on, and they just received the order from above to train sailors from other countries with their own nuclear submarines. Originally, such things to make extra money happen from time to time, and even supply ships were changed to tankers to transport oil. So what's wrong with training sailors from other countries? Anyway, it's enough to make money. However, some sailors were calculating. How many batches of sailors had to be trained to make it back in the money used to maintain nuclear submarines some time ago? But they were calculating and were quite happy. At least they could earn military pay and military expenses now. They all had an expectation in their hearts that the cost of this training was high enough.

After entering the cave library, the officers and soldiers of the Chinese Navy looked at this strange cave library, which would become the place where they lived in the next month or two. They knew in their hearts that they would definitely have an indelible impression of this cave library in their lives. After all, they would have to conduct submarine operation training for one to two months here, and the people they were learning were still the Soviets.

After the car stopped, according to Xu Hui's order, all the officers and soldiers got off the train in an orderly and very quickly, standing in front of the Soviet soldiers in the most neat military posture.

After ordering the team, Captain Mihail, the main person in charge of this training, came to a group of officers and soldiers with a serious attitude and said, "No matter which country you are from, no matter how awesome you are in, when you come here, you must train according to my requirements! Of course, I have no requirements for your training results. I just teach you what you know as much as possible. After the contract expires, whether you can learn it is your own business!" Mihail also received news about training foreign sailors, but he had a little more thought. Before, when he was so poor, he spent so much money to maintain nuclear submarines. It is definitely not just to train sailors from other countries. It is very likely that after completing the training of these sailors, he would sell the nuclear submarines to the countries where these sailors were sold.

Originally, after seeing the nuclear submarine maintenance, Mihail was very happy. After all, he could continue to drive his nuclear submarine again. However, he is not so optimistic now. As the captain, he has relatively good understanding of the actual situation of the Pacific Fleet. He has a good reason to think that these sailors are not good. However, the orders from the superiors must be implemented. Therefore, he decided to teach them, but whether they can learn it is your own business.

After the translator translated, not all the Chinese sailors and officers stood with their heads held high, and none of them had any emotional fluctuations. Captain Xu Hui stood out, saluted Mihail, and said, "Don't worry, we have this ability!" Although this sentence is a bit of a big deal, in front of foreign soldiers, the country's military power must not be lost.

"Okay!" Mihail nodded and turned to the Soviet sailors standing behind him and said, "Come on the boat and operate each person. If the other party encounters various operational problems, they must try their best to answer them!" After Mihail said that, the Soviet sailors standing behind him immediately lined up and trotted to the submarines docked on the side in a neat manner.

After giving the order, Mihail turned his head and said to Xu Hui: "I have told you the order I gave to our sailors just now. Then I will not interfere with your arrangements. I hope you can learn all our submarine operations!" After that, Mihail saluted Xu Hui, and after Xu Hui returned the salute, he also turned around and entered the submarine.

"My comrades, have you heard clearly what the Soviet sailors said just now? We must show our twelve points of our spirit to study. We must not let people from other countries look down on us." Xu Hui turned around and said to the officers and soldiers.

After Xu Hui finished speaking, the political commissar Wu Shenglin stood up. At this time, he felt that it was necessary to say a few words. Regardless of whether others listened or not, this was necessary: ​​"Comrades, everyone should know our mission and responsibility. Under any circumstances, we need to complete the tasks assigned to us by the motherland. We are a member of the Chinese Navy. We must think that our achievements will float on the naval flag at any time!"

When it comes to Wu Shenglin's words, the officers and soldiers were so calloused that they could recite them. They could not hear them. They were both staring at the "Akula"-class nuclear submarine not far away, and their hands were unbearable.

"Okay! I know everyone is not in a hurry to wait, so you can board the boat!" With Xu Hui's order, all the officers and soldiers immediately lined up in an orderly manner, followed Xu Hui's footsteps and entered the nuclear submarine.

After entering the nuclear submarine for practical operation, the Chinese sailors and soldiers discovered that the problem was not as simple as they imagined. First of all, the Russian knowledge was seriously insufficient. The Pacific Fleet only explained four translations for this training. When they came from China, the navy considered that the quota was insufficient. As long as the ship could be driven back, it was not equipped with a strong translation team. They did not expect that a series of operating systems were very different from what was shown in the operating manual. Fortunately, this group of officers and soldiers were in charge of

The highest requirement is that the most elite part of the entire Navy department is still very receptive. It is these Chinese naval officers and soldiers, day after day, studying Russian materials that are not within their professional scope. They are eager to learn about anything related to the current submarine. They also know that the Soviet navy, who served as their instructors, performed their duties purely out of obligations and orders, and such opportunities can only be once. Therefore, everyone cherishes such opportunities very much.

Chen Zhaojun did not follow in Dongku, but went back to sleep and was pulled by Sironov to play mahjong the next day.

Before playing mahjong, Chen Zhaojun learned about the learning situation of the submarine officers and soldiers from Sironov. He had already learned about the previous arrangements from Sironov. Sironov just told him that it was not bad, that's all. Chen Zhaojun thought about when to go in and take a look, so as not to spend so much energy on the nuclear submarine, and he couldn't even drive back when he could drive, that would be too much trouble.

"Xiao Chen! You are playing cards!" Sironov couldn't help but urge him when he saw Chen Zhaojun picking up a card and thinking for a long time.

"Haha, has Zhao Jun fallen in love with someone recently? Are you missing him?" Liu Jun teased.

"Go! Do you think everyone is you? Zhao Jun is thinking..." Anna said, looking at Sironov. She was still thinking about Chen Zhaojun leaving her grandfather's baby.

Chen Zhaojun smiled and was about to play cards when Sironov's secretary ran over: "Chen Zhaojun, you have your phone number."

After hearing this, Chen Zhaojun quickly covered the card and, under Liu Jun's words, "Why are there so many phone calls, always calling here to find people", ran into Sironov's study and answered the phone.

"Hey? My big boss, it's really not easy to find you!" Chen Zhaojun answered the phone, and Xie Liaosha's voice rang out on the other end of the phone.

"Is there anything wrong?" Chen Zhaojun missed his cell phone back then very much. His BP phone was not available in the Soviet Union, so it was really inconvenient to connect anything. He now had to stay next to the phone caller from time to time, so that others would be in trouble if they really had urgent matters.

"Boss, when will you store these oils? If you don't sell them, we will build a new oil storage tank. An oil storage tank is very expensive!" Xie Liaosha complained on the other end of the phone.

"Hmm? Oh, by the way! That oil should be sold!" Chen Zhaojun was ashamed. Unexpectedly, after he got the nuclear submarine, he forgot about the energy company's affairs. If Selyosha couldn't find him again, he might have to build a new oil storage tank, which would be a waste.

"Boss, you are so good! I really admire you! Hurry up and sell it now. The oil price has risen to 42 US dollars a barrel, and then it fluctuates. I don't think it will rise again." Seryosha praised sincerely. He asked him when he wanted to make a decision, and then he ignored him after the decision. He must have made a lot of money from Sironov again, right?

"Yeah! Sell! Export it now! In addition, I'll ask here again to see if several tankers can be added to relieve the pressure!" Chen Zhaojun immediately decided to say that $42 per barrel. $42 is the highest point of the time oil price in Iraq this time. If you miss this opportunity, the oil price will drop immediately, so you have to sell the stored batch of oil quickly.

"Okay, boss, the pipeline is almost busy, and the shop will be opened soon. Don't remember to make a lot of money all day long, okay? Remember the small energy company here too!" Xie Liaosha finally complained.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhaojun smiled depressedly. A small energy company? I don’t know how much money I earn from it? I can play mahjong for so many lifetimes! Chen Zhaojun plotted and waved to Sironov outside: "Old man, come here and discuss with you if you have something to do!"

Sironov was thinking about whether to learn from Liu Jun to peek at Chen Zhaojun's card. When he suddenly heard Chen Zhaojun's call, he immediately gave up the idea. After covering the card, he scolded Liu Jun and said that it was shameful to peek at the card. Then he walked towards Chen Zhaojun.

After entering the study, Chen Zhaojun immediately asked: "Old man, are there any ships there that can carry oil? The transportation fee will be as usual for a few ships!"

After hearing this, Sironov's eyes lit up: "Yes! I can install as much oil as you have! I still have two supply ships. If it is not enough, the tank landing craft can be modified."

"Two ships are enough, then let's forget about the boat!" Chen Zhaojun didn't expect that Sironov was so enthusiastic about earning transportation fees. He almost laughed out loud by the words from Sironov. Tank landing craft can indeed be converted into oil tankers, but if that guy wants to drive to a Chinese port, he may have a lot of trouble.

"Two ships are only two! That's good news!" Sironov laughed. After all, he just received an advance payment and could just modify these two supply ships.

After laughing for a while, Sironov suddenly thought of something and asked Chen Zhaojun: "By the way! Didn't you say you want to reduce your export volume recently? Why? The oil price has risen to 60 yuan per barrel now?"

"Hehe! Where! I don't know why recently, oil prices have been fluctuating between 41 and 42 US dollars. I think there is no room for this oil price to rise anymore, so I decided to export the oil quickly!" Chen Zhaojun replied with a dry smile.

Sironov glanced at Chen Zhaojun, smiled twice and said, "Hmph! I know now. It turns out that you specifically blocked me before!" However, when he said this, he thought of himself again, and he also blocked Chen Zhaojun's maintenance fee, and the amount was even larger, so he said this sentence less righteously.

"Where? Didn't I ask you to help with transportation? You'd better hurry up and modify your supply ship!" Chen Zhaojun quickly changed the topic and guided Sironov's thoughts.

"Okay, okay, I can't see your trick? Alas! I'm afraid that if you didn't do this, I would make such a decision, right? It's just a matter of time. Well, it's a fait accompli anyway, so I won't say much. Let's play mahjong and discuss the oil transport after playing mahjong!"

"Okay! By the way, old man, you still owe me the first two times you lost. When will you pay it back?" Chen Zhaojun asked.
Chapter completed!