Gyanendra was just a government official. He knew what an airplane looked like and had some idea of ??its performance. However, he was confused about how to produce it and what technology to use. As for the planning and layout behind Zhuang Jianye and Ascendas Aviation Manufacturing Corporation, he had no idea. Clear.
So after listening to Zhuang Jianye's words, he didn't say anything, but in his heart, he put the newly learned Chinese slang "stinky and shameless" on Zhuang Jianye's head.
¡°That is to say, Nepal is a small and weak country, not rich in funds, and there are too few aircraft models in the world that can meet the needs of Lukla Airport. Otherwise, how could we find China and your Ascendas Aviation Manufacturing Corporation?
??Also, China¡¯s standards represent the future. Do you think China is the United States or the Soviet Union? Or does Ascendas Aviation Manufacturing Corporation think it can compete with Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, Airbus, Tupolev and Ilyushin?
I actually want to skip these giants and set my own standards. I have seen people who overestimate their capabilities, but I have never seen them overestimate their capabilities this much.
Gyanendra felt contempt in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He was still chatting and laughing with Zhuang Jianye, but who was Zhuang Jianye and how could Gyanendra not see through his little thoughts.
"However, Zhuang Jianye did not go up the pole to explain to Gyanendra that they, Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation, were open for business, welcoming customers and sending love.
If you come here and buy it sincerely, then you will have good wine, good food and good entertainment; if you don¡¯t have that intention, there is no need to be warm to others and cold to others.
Therefore, Zhuang Jianye followed all the etiquette throughout the process and had no intention of begging anyone to buy. This made Gyanendra very disappointed. He had already lowered his profile and gave Zhuang Jianye a few steps. As a result, the young person in charge of the aviation manufacturing factory It's like being blind, you just didn't see it.
¡°It almost made Gyanendra vomit blood. It¡¯s so obvious. I haven¡¯t seen it yet. Do you still have to go shirtless and bargain directly?¡± So what has become of him, a high-ranking Nepalese official, a humble salesman in Lukla town?
So Gyanendra soon became interested in continuing the inspection. After seeing the factory history exhibition hall of Tengfei Aviation Manufacturing Corporation, which was filled with photos of various celebrities, inscriptions from leaders and certificates and banners, Gyanendra nodded pretendingly: "I didn't expect it to be expensive. The factory has so many honors, and I admire them very much. Unfortunately, time is limited and I cannot learn about them one by one, because tomorrow I am entrusted by the ambassadors of France and other countries to go to the southern border of Tibetan areas to prepare for the transfer of foreigners stranded in Ruger Town. The reporter will pick it up and once it is completed, I will return to Nepal.¡±
With that said, Gyanendra looked around at Lin Liang's many honors, and continued with some regret: "Of course, we will study your factory's plateau eagle after we go back. I hope you can understand this. After all, I am only from Nepal." For an official, many things require higher-level decision-making.¡±
The implication of Gyanendra's words is already obvious, that is, if you don't lower the price, I will leave, and then I will wait to see if you sell it.
Zhuang Jianye, of course, cannot be used to it. He still wants to counteroffer for two or three million US dollars. What does Ascendas Aviation Manufacturing Corporation think? Charity?
So Zhuang Jianye pretended not to understand at all. He warmly reached out his hand to shake hands with Gyanendra and said very pertinently: "Then I wish you all the best."
Before he finished speaking, he pointed to the whole place and said, "Come on, Mr. Gyanendra, let's take a photo together."
Gyanendra was a little confused when he heard this, but before he understood what was going on, the photo of him stiffly shaking hands with Zhuang Jianye was fixed on the film by a professional photographer from Tengfei Factory.
At this moment, Gyanendra finally understood where the photos of celebrities on the wall came from, but it was too late to stop them. They had already taken the photos, and they didn¡¯t insist on hanging them on the wall. What he could say was He twitched his face and said, "I hope we have a chance to meet again."
He led his followers and left without looking back.
Zhuang Jianye said goodbye politely and sat down on the rest chair in the exhibition hall without even paying the etiquette of sending it to the door. Then he remembered something and asked his assistant Xiao Zheng: "Just now Gyanendra said that he would go to the border to pick him up." Trapped reporter?¡±
"Yes!" Xiao Zheng nodded.
"Aren't the few outside reporters sleepy for a month?"
"No, almost three weeks."
Zhuang Jianye nodded slightly and said with some sympathy: "It seems that those reporters are very human. They can persist until now? Well~~ I admire you very much!"
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Marcelo and Merklein, who were admired by Zhuang Jianye thousands of kilometers away, did not have the slightest energy to be admired. Instead, they were very strange. Their beards were plucked clean, and the hair on their faces was also removed. The treatment was meticulous, and the eyebrows were heavily painted with black dye.
If it weren¡¯t for two peopleThe IDs they carried showed their identities. The staff of the French and German embassies in China who came with Gyanendra could not believe that the people in front of them were Marcelo and Merklein.
¡°There¡¯s nothing I can do about it because the gap between the photos in their hands and the two people in front of them is too big. I really don¡¯t know what they went through in the past three weeks in Ruger Town.
Marcelo and Merkel, what else can they go through? Speaking of which, it really makes men silent and women cry tears of blood.
It stands to reason that the two of them should have been taken back more than a week ago, but it happened that at this time, the news that Mendinger was tortured to death by the rioting Ruger Town victims spread, and the British government was still counting on Mendinger to be brought back. It exploded immediately.
??and New Delhi instantly fell into a crazy fight.
New Delhi was so angry that no one wanted to go back, so Marcelo and Merkel were forced to be delayed for another week. That was all. New Delhi's official changes caused the local garrison and victims to treat these two unlucky guys. Attitudes also changed.
Seeing that if this continues, the two of them will follow Mendingale's footsteps and go to see their beloved God.
For the sake of their family, for their survival, and for the glory of the uncrowned king, Marcelo and Merklein gritted their teeth and closed their eyes and obeyed the local garrison commander who had ill intentions towards them.
For a whole week, Marcelo and Merklein lived a shameless life with the garrison commander. Even if they were well-known news agency reporters with outstanding literary talents, they could not describe the thrilling and exciting scenes. An unforgettable process.
It can only be buried deep in my heart.
So when the staff of the French and German embassies in China asked about their experiences, Marcelo and Merclain felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but they still gritted their teeth and smiled and said they were fine.
However, the embassy staff did not seem to be very satisfied with the answers of the two people. They kept asking various questions along the way. It was not until several people boarded the Y-6 transport aircraft prepared by the Chinese Air Force for them and successfully took off that the relevant questions were not answered. After asking.
Marcelo and Merklein didn't want to answer at all, but if they didn't say anything, they were afraid that the embassy staff would think too much, which would be self-defeating. Seeing the French embassy staff in China asking questions, Marcelo rolled his eyes He turned around, looked up at the environment in the cockpit, and asked the staff member who was about to ask questions first: "Have you noticed? This plane is very quiet."
As soon as these words were spoken, Marcelo, who had originally used this to change the topic, was suddenly stunned. He then opened his eyes and looked at everyone: "Really, the cockpit is really quiet, even quieter than the private jets made in Europe!"
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