Chapter 1,377 It’s the Same During the Day

? People who have conquered the ocean, why don’t they study canoes...

Jiang Chen's words set off a storm in Ye Lao's heart.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is indeed the case.

The Halo Marines have already set foot on Mars, and the Envoy-class starship built by the Future Man Group is already extremely close to the Kuiper Belt. At this point, the Future Man Group really has no need to waste its budget on developing intra-atmospheric fighter jets.

Sixth generation machine?

Which generation should the Ray X series be considered?

The two parties agreed that China would purchase another 10,000 S1 exoskeletons, Sickle drones, and matching S1 rifles, and Future Military Industry would give away a drawing of the Hurricane fighter for free, and at the same time use S$500 million to The price is to transfer to China a Hurricane fighter jet produced by an industrial-grade 3D printer.

With the verbal contract promised by Jiang Chen, Ye Qinghua finished the tea in his cup and bowed politely to say goodbye.

After sending Mr. Ye to the entrance, Jiang Chen was about to send him out when he saw the old man turned his head again and said something with a smile.

"By the way, you really don't consider Yun Fei? I think you and her are quite a match. What's more, we are all fellow villagers, and the Ye family is a prominent family in Jiangnan, so it doesn't mean that we have eliminated the lintel of your family. You want to Don’t you think about it anymore?”

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to remember his precious granddaughter Ye Yunfei.

Looking at the smiling Mr. Ye, Jiang Chen's head was covered with black lines, but he said with an unchanging smile on his face.

"You have also seen that my house is so lively, why do you want your granddaughter to join in the fun?"

"Isn't this an open marriage?" Jiang Chen half-pushed him out of the door. As he walked towards the door, this old man turned his head and muttered jokingly, "I don't think you look like that either." Should you stop thinking about that kind of person who cares about you?"

It was because Mr. Ye was quite familiar with Jiang Chen and his father that he joked with him like this. However, when Ye Qinghua said this, he did not mean to be a matchmaker sincerely. If her precious granddaughter could really marry Jiang Chen, it would be a good thing for both the Republic and the Ye family.

But as Jiang Chen said, his home is already lively enough.

If it were him five years ago,

Maybe I'll actually consider it. After all, a woman like Ye Yunfei is the kind of woman who can make countless people worship her under her pomegranate skirt, regardless of her beauty, talent or temperament. Not to mention a certain nouveau riche who got rich overnight, just from her background. There are probably only a handful of noble sons from a century-old family who can resist her charm.

As for now...

The status is different, the vision is different, and the mentality is naturally different.

After seeing Mr. Ye off, Jiang Chen called Ling Tao, CEO of Futureman Military Industry, who was at the anti-display site.

"After the Hurricane fighter is salvaged, you send a few technicians to scan its drawings, and then return the wreckage to Finmeccanica Group."

"The design drawings of the Hurricane fighter jet have been scanned and archived," Ling Tao walked aside while holding the phone, with a proud smile on his lips, "Finmeccanica Group will not know what we have done. Just now, we were thanking us for not Disassemble and salvage their prototypes.”

"Good job," Jiang Chen smiled and continued, "After the defense exhibition is over, you can make a few copies of the design for me, and then let the military factory use the 3D printer to make five copies of the design according to the design. The prototype comes out.”

"I will do as you are told." Ling Tao nodded.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen turned around and went to the gym on the second floor. He found Ayesha who was doing morning exercises and told the little girl that he would be away for a while and what his arrangements would be during his absence.

Because as early as the end of August, Jiang Chen had told her that he would go back to the apocalypse for a while after the September Anti-Exhibition, so although Ayesha felt full of reluctance, she didn't say much. .

"Xia Shiyu, I already told her last night. As for Natasha... I just told her that I was going to the moon colony for a business trip for a while."

Pressing a gentle kiss on Jiang Chen's lips, Ayesha reluctantly reached out and gently rubbed his cheek. Because he had just done a lot of exercise, his fair neck and forehead were dotted with beads of sweat, and his slightly curly brown hair was wet and sticking to his cheeks, making his beautiful face look particularly attractive. .

"That's not fair to me."

"unfair?"

"Why don't you leave tomorrow? I want you to tell me in the evening."

Covered in a layer of moving mist, those sapphire-like eyes shone with a moving look, and the emotions conveyed in those eyes were captured by Jiang Chen in an instant.

"It's okay, it's the same during the day."

Holding the delicate little hand, Jiang Chen took the initiative to kiss it this time.

Sweat dripping, like running breath, echoed in the gym. The palm leaves outside the window swayed gently in the sea breeze, blocking the shameful spring light behind the window. Everything that happens at this moment is indescribable to outsiders...

When it was all over, most of the morning had passed.

After carrying Ayesha to the bathroom and taking a shower, Jiang Chen spent some time at home. Seeing that the sun had already flown over the treetops outside the window, Jiang Chen simply changed his plan and waited until lunch before setting off.

Most likely on purpose, Ayesha walked into the kitchen without closing the door, put the bath towel aside, and tied an apron around her naked body.

The white apron covered Miao Man's delicate body. Although it covered all the places that should be covered, the parts that were not covered made people's blood rush even more. If there was nothing else to do in the afternoon, Jiang Chen almost couldn't help but execute her on the spot again.

After hastily finishing the sumptuous lunch, Jiang Chen helped Aisha put the plates back into the dishwasher in the kitchen, left another kiss on her lips at the entrance door, then put on her shoes and went out.

Ever since Natasha moved into the villa, Jiang Chen has used Coconut Island as a buffer zone for him to travel through.

Firstly, it can hide people's eyes, and secondly, it can conveniently transport some scarce supplies in the apocalyptic world.

Although most of the food in the end of the world can be produced by itself, due to the environment, production conditions and other factors, most of the crops produced from the Garden of Eden are such as rice, potatoes, carrots, and Chinese cabbage with stable yields. thing.

Things such as cereals, vegetables, and fruits are still produced by the undersea farm of "Xinhainong", which is controlled by Futureman Group. However, most of these "high-end goods" are "employee benefits" of the NAC military government and will generally not be sold to the outside world unless the warehouse is secured.

There are also metal resources such as steel, aluminum, finished molybdenum, rare earths and other metal resources produced by Futureman Mining. These metal mineral deposits almost support the industry of the Sixth District. I am afraid that just relying on scavengers to pick up garbage will not save enough in a year. Get some power armor out.

Taking a helicopter directly to Coconut Island, Jiang Chen turned off the monitoring program of the drone security system as usual, and at the same time transferred the staff stationed on the island on the grounds of military confidentiality.

When he was the only one left on the entire island, he walked to the port of Coconut Island.

Facing the mountains of containers, Jiang Chen took a deep breath, took out a few crystals and pinched them in his hands, while rolling up the sleeves on his arms.

With any luck, one afternoon should be just enough.

"It's time to get to work!"

After muttering silently in his mind, he pressed his hand to the first container...