Chapter 162 Section 162 - Factory Original AK

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Chen Fei was not surprised in the least, saying, "Just relax, I didn't spend much on this car, only a little more than 60,000, and... I'm flying planes now, what do I need a car for?" The newbie driver with bad skills is still cocky as all get-out, no explanation required. The moment Chen Fei gripped the joystick, he was even more terrifying than a novice female demon on the road, not only scaring enemies but also making his own people nervous, their hearts in their throats the whole time. Once this kid gets reckless, he doesn't even spare himself; he's got a history of that. "A little more than 60,000? Are you kidding me?" Chen Meng was half-convinced. The market retail price was over 150,000. To get it for a little more than 60,000, it wasn't stolen, was it? "Don't believe me? Check the invoice!" The actual amount Chen Fei paid was right there on the invoice and wouldn't be falsified. 62,000 Star Yuan is 62,000 Star Yuan, not a single Star Yuan more; otherwise, it'd be invoicing fraud, a crime! Hearing her brother put it that way, Chen Meng finally said, "Oh!" She wasn't paying attention to the amount on the invoice, preoccupied with talking about the car. "I'll be there for Sister Meizhi's wedding at my uncle's house next month," Chen Fei confirmed his schedule, having requested a week off in advance with Manager Hanna. "That's really great, I've missed you, bro!" Having not seen her brother for more than two months, Chen Meng felt the longing intensely. "What are you missing? You're all grown up, aren't you? Acting like a kid." Chen Fei chuckled and hung up the phone. - Back in the days when the Chen Family followed the old ways, generational names were chosen according to the phrase "A hundred rivers have their surplus, but the vast sea is never full," taken from the first line of a poem by Tang Dynasty poet Meng Jiao, in "Zeng Bie Cui Chun Liang". It embodies the idea that small-minded and ignorant people are easily conceited, whereas those with broad horizons and great knowledge are always diligent, capable of embracing everything. However, during the cultural revolution, even the family tree was used to roast sweet potatoes, and with Chen Family descendants scattered across the world, it became impossible to tell the main from the branch families, and the tradition of arranging generational names was no longer a priority. Only occasionally would a name be chosen for the younger generation to strengthen familial ties. Chen Fei's grandfather's generation all had single characters for names — Ping, Fan, Sheng, Han, Zang — not following the traditional generational order. But his father's generation picked it up again; this time based on the character "Hai" for sea, with seniority determined by birth order, and the next generation dropped it once more. Chen Haiqing from Third Grandpa's family is the eldest uncle, while Chen Haiyun and Chen Haizhi from Great Grandpa's family are the second and third uncles. Chen Fei's grandfather is known as Fourth Grandpa, and his own father is also of this generation, named Chen Haishang. Thus, Chen Fei's father's generation was all about "Rising High into the Blue Clouds." Beyond that, Second Grandpa was childless his whole life, and Fifth Grandpa's household, with Fifth Aunt Chen Wenting, did not count among this generation's men, though their family was still considered prosperous. As the saying goes, the Dragon's Nine Sons each pursue their own path. The Great Grandpa's family engaged in politics, serving the people generation after generation, whereas Second Grandpa was into commerce, dealing with black technology, and Third Grandpa was in the military, receiving honor for his service and enjoying the status of a respected veteran. It seemed like the eldest three brothers' achievements in politics, commerce, and the military had exhausted all the Chen Family Gate's good fortune, leaving Fourth and Fifth to appear quite ordinary, just regular folks through and through. Chen Fei's actual grandfather, as the fourth in line, was just an average wage earner who never aspired for greatness nor had the means to pave the way for future generations, simply ensuring food on the table and support for his children's education. This was it! The bar patrons took it as if they were watching a circus. There weren't many recreational activities at the Aircrew Base 911, and the bar was the only leisure facility. Everyone was bored to death and heartlessly joined in the rowdy crowd. With the lights at MAX, the music's rhythm chaotic at MAX, and the atmosphere at MAX, everything was pumped up for Uncle Chekhov, making the scene as raucous as a frenzied dance of demons. "Drink deeply if the love is strong, take a shot if it's weak, cheers!" Chekhov raised his glass, and the Aircrew Base knew his preference; Blue Star Erguotou was always in stock at the bar. "Hey, Squadron Leader Chekhov!" An object wrapped in oilcloth slammed onto the bar unexpectedly, then with a push, all the glasses and bottles were swept aside. "Eh? What's going on here?" Chekhov, already tipsy, eyed the oilcloth package before him, and then looked over to see that it was the Rookie. One of us? No problem then, no problem! If it had been anyone else, the Big Bear would have already greeted them with a fist the size of a bowl. Making a mistake is okay; there's always the next life to get it right. "Here's your gun, the original factory model AK-47!" After Chen Fei finished speaking, he gestured to the bartender, "One martini, make it any style you like!" Today was a good day, and he deserved a celebratory drink. "Uh, the original factory model AK-47? Wait, hold on, let me think..." Chekhov Big Bear scratched his scalp with fingers as thick as carrots, and it took him a while to remember, slowly nodding and saying, "Ah! I remember now, yes, I do have an original piece from the Izhevsk Armory, it seemed to be broken, so, you bought another original one?" He looked towards the oilcloth-wrapped object on the bar. Waterproof and durable, the sturdy oilcloth was practical for wrapping metal items. It might not look fancy, but it worked well, as the trusty old items were all packed this way, complete with a special method of tying that gave it a stylish look once it was tied up. "You open it and see." Chen Fei shrugged noncommittally, most of his attention fixed on the bartender showing off his skills. The bartender wasn't a professional but a part-time worker from the control tower. Otherwise, arranging for these miscellaneous people would be very inconvenient for an Aircrew Base of just over two hundred people. Putting one person to the work of two, that was the proper way capitalists operated. Like Schrödinger's cat, who cares if it's a live cat or a dead cat? Just get two cats and the problem is solved, one alive and one dead, making everyone happy! "Let's see..." Chekhov picked up the oilcloth package, feeling its weight in his hand, and slowly unraveled the string. Removing the oilcloth, a sleek black automatic weapon appeared in his line of sight. -

Chapter 162 Section 162 - Factory Original AK

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