Commander Liu's gaze swept back and forth across the map, his brow furrowed into a deep frown.
"Comrade Fang, do you have any reservations?"
"You've just achieved such a great feat, why would you suddenly want an island?"
Fang Er rubbed his nose. "Well, it's nothing, really. I'm undocumented, you see~"
Commander Liu was stunned. "What? It's 2022, and you're undocumented?"
"No, where are you from? What do you mean undocumented?"
Fang Er said sheepishly, "Please don't ask for the specific reasons. But rest assured, I am a true son of Huaxia. That much cannot be faked."
"If you don't believe me, you can have someone check my DNA sequence. My bloodline won't lie."
Commander Liu nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, since you don't wish to say, you must have your reasons. I won't pry further."
"But don't worry, household registration is not an issue when it comes to B-2!"
"I'll have someone sort it out for you immediately. I guarantee you'll have your ID card within half an hour."
"In that case, do you still plan to go overseas?"
Fang Er shook his head. "I'm used to my freedom and tend to act a bit recklessly. I'd rather not cause you any trouble."
This put Commander Liu in a difficult position. "Comrade Fang, to be frank, news of the B-2 can't be kept quiet for too long."
"If this news reaches the White Eagles, and you're not in the country, I won't be able to protect you."
"So, consider it a personal plea from me. Please stay, won't you?"
Fang Er shook his head and refused again. It wasn't that he feared being inconvenient in China, but rather that he might cause trouble for Huaxia if he got carried away.
He was invincible in the Great Tang era, but in modern society, the items in his warehouse were not enough for him to disregard everyone.
Commander Liu shook his head with a wry smile. "I really don't know what you're thinking. Alright, sit down for a moment. I'll contact the Big Boss and see what he says."
He then returned to his desk and picked up the red hotline again.
After explaining the situation, he kept nodding into the phone.
"Okay, okay, I understand. Yes, yes."
Hanging up, he looked at Fang Er. "Please wait a moment longer, Comrade Fang. The Big Boss is sending his secretary. They should arrive within two hours at most."
The B-2 incident had captured the attention of China's top leadership.
Even with the advent of the H-20, technology was always something to be welcomed.
The White Eagles' technological blockade on the B-2 was watertight. The difficulty of bringing back a complete B-2 was immense.
Therefore, for the higher-ups, no amount of attention could be considered too much for Fang Er, who was offering the B-2.
Because the significance of this matter extended far beyond just a single B-2!
Fang Er smiled and took out his Zisha teapot from his pocket. "It's fine, I can wait. Do you have any good tea?" he asked Commander Liu.
"Hey! This is the first time I've seen someone carry a teapot in their pocket when going out. Just wait, I have some two-qian mother tree tea!" Commander Liu smiled and took out a small cloth bag from his drawer.
"Hahahaha, this is truly a treasure. I'd only heard of it before, never tasted it!"
Fang Er didn't stand on ceremony. He took the tea packet from him and dumped all two qian of the tea leaves into the Zisha teapot.
The action made Commander Liu's mouth twitch.
Damn it, he had begged the Big Boss for this small amount. Fang Er's action was simply...
Lavish!
But then again, why did he feel a slight thrill?
When he sat with his old buddies later, he could boast about this for half a year. Who else had the audacity to waste two qian of mother tree tea in a single pot?
He had, although not personally, but who would know the difference?
He chuckled to himself.
Two hours later, a guard knocked and entered.
"Commander, Secretary Wang has arrived!"
He then moved aside, and a thin, middle-aged man in his fifties appeared at the doorway.
"Hahahaha, Comrade Fang, come, let me introduce you. This is the Big Boss's top secretary. You can call him Secretary Wang."
"Old Wang, this is Comrade Fang, who's here to get his B-2 driver's license."
Fang Er: ...
What B-2 driver's license?!
But he quickly regained his composure. Some things were difficult to say directly.
"Hello, Secretary Wang!"
He stood up and walked towards Secretary Wang, extending his hand politely.
"Hello there, young man. You're quite extraordinary, aren't you?" Secretary Wang shook his hand enthusiastically, patting Fang Er's hand a few times with his left.
"You flatter me, Secretary Wang. It was just a small effort." Fang Er chuckled.
Commander Liu walked to the doorway and said to the guard, "From now on, without my permission, no one is to approach this office within fifty meters!"
"Tell our colleagues upstairs and downstairs to go back. Go walk your dogs, feed your babies!"
"Do not return until I've finished my discussion here!"
The guard looked at Fang Er with shock. What was this kid's background?
Not only had he brought the Big Boss's top secretary, but he had also made the Commander issue such an order. This was absolutely incredible!
After the guard left, Commander Liu nodded to Secretary Wang.
Secretary Wang's smile immediately vanished. He pulled Fang Er over to the map.
"Young man, Commander Liu has already reported your request to the higher-ups."
"To be honest, there has never been such a precedent."
"The Big Boss said that if you wanted one of our own islands, you could pick any overseas island except Taiwan and Australia. But you don't want one of our own, which is rather troublesome."
"You see, all the discovered islands already have owners, and we can't make claims on other countries' territories."
Fang Er remained silent but pointed a finger at a specific spot on the map.
Secretary Wang's eyes widened like saucers. He looked at Commander Liu, then at Fang Er.
"Young man, that's impossible!"
"That island is fully garrisoned by White Eagle troops!"
Fang Er chuckled. "No, no, no. Whether there are troops or not isn't important. What's important is that it was once our territory, isn't it?"
Commander Liu also saw where he was pointing and shook his head with a bitter smile.
"Brother Fang, to be perfectly honest, I wish you could take it. But you probably don't know how important that place is to the White Eagles!"
"It's their bridgehead in East Asia, and the Seventh Fleet is stationed there."
"We can't possibly go to war with them over a B-2."
"You, sigh~"
Fang Er wiggled his index finger. "You've got four things wrong."
"First, I only said I wanted an overseas island. I didn't say you had to help me!"
"Second, I don't have a Huaxia household registration, so you don't need to acknowledge my existence!"
"Third, regarding that Pacific Fleet, I guarantee they'll pack up and leave without daring to make a peep!"
"Fourth, that's our yo-yo~~~ It has been since ancient times!"