128: Fire dragon burns the warehouse! What blueprint? None!!!

Lu Shenwei had selected the twenty young men from Julong Steel who could hold their liquor the best.

Before setting off, he had given an all-factory pep talk: "If you can drink hard liquor but choose to drink soda instead, we don't want such cadres!"

"If you can drink half a jin but drink eight liang, such cadres must be nurtured!"

Under his encouragement, twenty "heroes" immediately stepped forward.

"Everyone, repeat after me: what is the purpose of this trip?"

"Russian girls! Russian girls!"

"Why is your mind full of only Russian girls? I told you to drink the Russian girls under the table!"

"It's to drink the Russian girls under the table! Don't you forget it!"

Lu Shenwei waved his arms, and then immediately led the twenty "heroes" off to the frozen, snow-covered East Siberia.

Meanwhile, another team of truck drivers from Julong Steel headed north along the Beijing-Mao line.

That night, the night sky was clear as if washed.

The twenty-three pretty Russian girls who were keeping them company were knocked out by the spicy moutai from Longxia Country and the honest, simple-minded young men. Ulayang was so drunk he was completely unconscious.

"Director, we finally managed to knock this bunch out."

"Where is the stuff?"

Lu Shenwei couldn't hold his liquor well; he had only taken a couple of sips and his little face was already flushed red.

"It's right outside the east gate of the East Siberia Development Bureau, but the frozen soil is hard to deal with."

Wang Zizhong pointed into the distance. Lu Shenwei said urgently, "I've brought excavators and hook machines. Move quickly. As for the frozen soil problem, we can solve it with laser lumber saws."

What did he mean? Could a laser lumber saw cut through frozen soil?

Half an hour later, the twenty half-drunk, sturdy young men rolled up their sleeves, and the excavators, hook machines, and trucks were clanking away.

"In the middle of the night, having just finished drinking, why aren't we hanging out with the Russian girls?"

"Is your brain broken? Didn't you see the Director and the deputy factory manager rolling up their sleeves and working?"

"I can understand working, but what's with digging dirt in the middle of the night?"

"You talk too damn much. The Director paid for you to fly first class and hug Russian girls while drinking. Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

"Be careful, or next time there's a good deal like this, the leaders won't take you along."

Everyone threw themselves into the work. The laser lumber saws scattered laser beams, and in no time, they had thawed the frozen soil.

Four excavators operated through the night, with hook machines assisting from the side.

The large trucks were loaded up with everything, dirt and all. Lu Shenwei reminded them, "Dig out the engine part first."

The engine was the core of the An-225. As long as they got the engine back to the country, would they have to worry about not being able to develop a domestic dream transport aircraft in the future?

"Everyone, put in some effort! As long as we can get everything loaded before dawn, everyone gets a cash bonus of 50,000!"

Under heavy rewards, there are bound to be brave men, especially when Director Lu was giving so much.

"Holy crap! 50,000! I'd have to work for three months to make that!"

"Let's go all out! You damn guys, hurry up! If anyone delays me from making money, I won't let him off when we get back to the factory!"

"50,000! That's enough for me to wash my feet until they rot in Jixiang Village."

"The auntie in Jixiang Village smiled; she likes sturdy young men the most."

The twenty men loaded the trucks with all their might, and just before dawn, they finally filled twenty-four trucks.

Zhou Cun suddenly appeared and asked, "Director, is it all loaded?"

"Where did you run off to last night? Don't tell me you were having a heart-to-heart with some Russian girl all night?"

"Follow me."

Zhou Cun was being mysterious. Lu Shenwei followed and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll understand when you see it."

Five minutes later, Zhou Cun pushed open a nearly rotting door.

This is... blueprints?

"Director, I didn't waste my night. These are the design blueprints for the An-225."

An-225 design blueprints?

Lu Shenwei's breathing quickened. Even a naked beauty wouldn't be as exciting as this stuff.

"Well done! Quickly find people to load this onto the trucks. Before the Russians realize what's happening, we're heading back to the country immediately."

Twenty minutes later, nearly two tons of blueprints were loaded onto the trucks.

Lu Shenwei led the convoy all the way south.

"Uncle Wang, tell everyone to advance at full speed. We must make it back to the port of entry before sunset."

"It's at least 800 kilometers from here to the northernmost port of Dragon Xia, and the roads in East Siberia are not like ours in Dragon Xia; they are basically unpaved."

"Tell the drivers: the first to reach the port gets a heavy reward of 100,000, the second gets 50,000, and the third gets 20,000. If everyone makes it back before dark, everyone gets an additional 50,000 bonus."

Opportunity is rare; Lu Shenwei wouldn't care about the money.

When the convoy drivers heard this, their eyes immediately sparked with fire, and they slammed their feet onto the gas pedals.

The tachometers hit the red line, and the speed instantly soared to 120 km/h.

"Everyone hold on tight, we're moving at full speed!"

East Siberia is vast and sparsely populated. Along the way, other than encountering two checkpoints, there were no other obstacles.

Lu Shenwei activated his "money power," and the Russians at the checkpoints immediately let them through.

At noon, Ulayang of the East Siberia Development Bureau rubbed his sleepy eyes. His assistant reminded him, "Director, that group of Dragon Xia people has already gone back."

"Gone back? They didn't even stay a few more days."

"They dug up and took away the An-225 wreckage overnight, and they also took the blueprints we stored in the warehouse."

"What did you say?"

The An-225 was once regarded as a national treasure; even its wreckage had immense value.

"Director, should we go after them and get it back?"

"Chase! We must chase!"

"Okay, Director. Before they left, they also left 500,000 USD in cash. How should we handle it? Also, should we take the jeeps to chase them?"

500,000 USD?

"Chase? What chase? The Dragon Xia people came with sincerity. The higher-ups originally said to have us handle the An-225 wreckage well. Isn't this handled quite well?"

"Uh, you mean we're not chasing them?"

"Chase my ass! Isn't there enough moutai to drink? Later, call the Far East Command Center and invite the Director of the Command Center to come over."

"As for this money, I'll only take 100,000; you guys can split the rest."

Ever since the Big Brother dissolved, life for the Russians has been getting worse day by day.

Even though a strongman raised his arms and shouted, "Give me twenty years, and I will return to you a strong Russia," the lives of the ordinary people were even harder.

"Director, the wreckage issue is easy to handle, but how do we explain the missing blueprints?"

"Blueprints? What blueprints? I haven't seen any."

Ulayang lit a cigar and looked on meaningfully.

Half an hour later, the mechanical archives room of the Russian East Siberia Development Bureau mysteriously caught fire, and three attached warehouses were burned down.

By the time the Director of the Far East Command Center arrived, the mechanical archives room had already been burned to an empty shell.

The red clouds filled the sky. Dragon Xia, northernmost port of entry.

"Everyone stop for inspection." The border Patrol Police shouted through a megaphone.

Twenty-four trucks stopped one by one. Lu Shenwei walked toward the Patrol Police.

"What is the convoy carrying?"

"Local specialties from East Siberia."

"Local specialties? Turn off all engines and lift the tarps so we can see." The border Patrol Police said coldly.

If they discovered the airplane wreckage on the trucks, they definitely wouldn't be able to leave today, and they might even be caught by the Russians.

Lu Shenwei thought for a moment and dialed Chen Guang's number.

"I was just wondering about you. How is the production of Liuguang Coating going?"

"Don't ask about that yet, my ass is on fire here!"