Chapter 639: Chapter 292: Serves You Right to Get Rich_2
Regarding technical issues, the General Sect Leader is clueless and has no say, and can only trust to delegate professional matters to Qibatu and other pros, showing full confidence in them.
Turning his head, he also noticed Mark next to him, holding a drill and screwing bolts into the wing, clutching a design blueprint, studying it from time to time, deep in thought, and he walked over to pat his shoulder.
“Who is it, don’t bother me. I’m studying art,” Mark replied impatiently without turning his head.
“It’s me.” Allen Zhang was speechless. This serious, huh?
But after all that effort, it seemed the wings weren’t even assembled properly.
Qibatu still didn’t trust this kid’s professional integrity, not daring to let him start with wiring or participate in assembling crucial structures. Aircraft assembly is way more complex than cars; the difficulty is several times higher. Even if this kid is a road modification king with dexterous hands, he still needs to undergo professional training.
If a car’s chassis and electrical system of the engine go awry, at worst, you’ll have brake failure or the horn and lights won’t work while on the ground. But if your plane disintegrates in the sky, you’ll be gone in an instant. Best pray it doesn’t even get off the ground and all issues are resolved there.
“Boss? Oh, it’s you?” When Mark turned around and saw it was the General Sect Leader, he immediately straightened up his attitude.
“How are you adjusting here?” asked Allen Zhang.
“I feel great, retrofitting and assembly work have been challenging. Although I’ve dealt with many 1:1 scale model planes and participated in the disassembly and assembly of the A10, having this big guy right in front of me is evidently a hundred times, even more, complex than I imagined!” Despite technical setbacks, Mark was not disheartened; instead, he was even more spirited.
Allen Zhang admired his recklessness paired with confidence and patted his shoulder, “Good job, keep it up.”
After chatting for a while, though, with Mark’s conversation peppered with professional jargon and recently learned knowledge, the General Sect Leader couldn’t blend in and ended the talk rather crestfallen.
“These tech sheet metal workers are truly born to be single,” said Allen Zhang acidly.
Sieg was speechless. Who said they’re all single? They could just pair up internally!
Only cowards only like women; a real man should boldly engage with men.
Later, Beggar Gang Disciples brought in four Black Hawk helicopters, secured them with professional equipment, and then manually disassembled their parts and landing struts. They also inspected and tested electronic components in the cockpit and disassembled the machine guns for maintenance.
Half an hour later, after reinstalling those parts, Qibatu came over to report, “These are roughly 70% new Black Hawk helicopters. The military base probably didn’t really use them for missions and there’s no evidence of part replacements; they’re all original parts. After all, missions at the front lines are handled by overseas military bases, and they have mostly been involved in joint training and routine patrols over the years of service. With diligent maintenance, these helicopters can last at least another ten years. By regulations, they are due to be decommissioned by the military in at least five years.”
“Some special reasons forced the military base to phase out these four Black Hawks, and three more were bought by other arms companies and Armed Nation,” said Allen Zhang.
“Another illegal transaction,” Qibatu snorted with disdain, but didn’t care too much, “Such things aren’t surprising anymore. They’re just selling Black Hawks, without yet selling other fighters and attack aircraft. But if the buyer has enough money, I believe they would dare to sell destroyers too.”
“And how do you know they haven’t sold any in secret?” Allen Zhang smiled.
Qibatu cursed again.
But before he retired, he was just a captain at most and never crossed the threshold to have a peek at the inside scenery, nor did he know what those staff officers had done in their dirty ‘py’ deals. And he wasn’t interested either.
His eyes only saw machinery and sheet metal!
After checking and dealing with the other three Black Hawks, their condition was also pretty good.
Allen Zhang also took the initiative to send a message to Jack, asking how he was doing lately.
Jack: Buddy, my business has been growing, thanks to that startup funding you provided. We just did a big deal with Jimmy not long ago!
Allen Zhang: Do you know the scope of what you’ve done? You’ve annoyed some cruel characters.
Jack: You mean members of the TAD organization from Venezuela? Fire of Aragua? Those guys are indeed very powerful, specifically taking on Texas cops, and their stronghold is at the Motel on the outskirts of Austin, where severe incidents frequently occur.
Allen Zhang: 700 police calls in two years, with just 365 days in one year. Seems like they’re either fighting or committing robberies and even gunfights on the streets, shooting at each other every day? Haven’t Austin cops eradicated them? The police are useless too?
Jack: That’s how it is in Texas, or else why do you think I ran to California? Here, carrying guns is legal, and everyone is thinking about shooting the other first to protect themselves; even going to the supermarket requires having a couple of M4s for reassurance. Guess what? The toys my family gave me as a kid were two Beretta 92Fs, I’ve been exposed to guns since childhood, gunfights are nothing to me, and the cops are too lazy to deal with it. Outsiders are just easily shocked.