Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

On the airport runway, another passenger had a conflict with Peng Lin.

"You Tong'an guys are taking advantage of the situation. I'm going to sue you to the newspaper!"

Of course, Peng Lin was not someone to be trifled with, so he retorted,

"I'm not afraid of anyone when I go to the newspaper office. I want to ask you where these things came from. Are they the result of corruption?"

As he said that, Peng Lin kicked the box!

This made the old man angry. He waved his walking stick and was about to hit Peng Lin.

"A gentleman should use his words, not his fists. Old sir, please respect yourself!"

Peng Lin dodged while retorting, "Some people usually live high and mighty, enjoying the people's wealth. But when war comes, they run away, taking so much wealth with them. Old sir, please tell me, who are these people?"

The old man couldn't catch up with Peng Lin, panting and muttering,

"It's an insult to politeness! It's simply an insult to politeness!"

Peng Lin laughed heartily.

"You are a disgrace to the civilized world!"

The old man was so angry that he became energetic again, his eyes widened and he shouted,

"You little bastard, I'm going to beat you to death!"

There is more than one person who is looking for trouble with Peng Lin, but no one can get the upper hand. If he gets angry, he will directly threaten to withdraw the transport plane!

This move is truly a killer move! Once used, the crowd is stunned.

Another transport plane landed. Peng Lin was no longer interested in arguing with the old man. He quickly shouted to the waiting crowd,

"You all know the rules, first one to sign goes first!"

Dozens of people rushed up and almost knocked Peng Lin down.

"Everyone line up and come one by one!"

The transport plane never stops. Once it is full of people, it immediately closes the hatch and taxis for takeoff. Its stay at the airport does not exceed five minutes.

As the Red Army got closer, everyone felt a greater sense of urgency and the efficiency of signing increased a lot.

After the plane left, Peng Linchong instructed a guard,

"Go inform Captain Han to let in 28 more people!"

Wang Long learned the lesson of insufficient manpower and suggested to his superiors that every time a transport plane arrived, it should bring two security guards to help Peng Lin maintain order. At present, Peng Lin has more than 30 people under his command, which is enough to maintain order.

Transport planes are taking off and landing more and more frequently, with one taking off or landing every two minutes.

It can be said that all the transport planes that Tongan can mobilize are flying in the sky.

Taking advantage of this brief break, Peng Lin started bickering with Lao Fu Zi again, but this time, the atmosphere was not as tense because Lao Fu Zi had already faced the reality. In addition, he was old and lacked energy, so he was no match for Peng Lin.

After arguing for a while, the old man suddenly spoke,

"Give me two bites, young man!"

Peng Lin looked at the chocolate in his hand and handed it over.

"Don't call me little bastard anymore?"

The old man blew his beard and glared,

"Little bastard, get another one!"

"You're quite arrogant when you ask for things from others!"

Peng Lin looked at the chocolate in his hand. It was bitten and stained with saliva. It was indeed not suitable for giving as a gift.

He took another piece and threw it over.

The old man reached out to take it, but he stumbled and almost fell flat on his face. Fortunately, the guard next to him was quick-witted and caught him.

After the old man stood firm, he wanted to take action again.

Peng Lin quickly picked up the chocolate on the ground, tore open the package, and handed it over respectfully.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm used to throwing it away, please don't mind it!"

The old man wanted to get angry at first, but then he thought about how Peng Lin really threw things to the soldiers, and those guys could catch them with one hand.

I’m old now, I can’t refuse to admit defeat!

After eating a few bites of chocolate, Lao Fuzi regained a lot of energy.

"You little bastard, can't you be flexible?"

Peng Lin gnashed his teeth and replied,

"cannot!"

The old man knocked the ground with his stick.

"You little bastard, I'm talking to you, if you don't agree, I'll beat you to death!"

As he spoke, he slammed the ground even harder.

Peng Lin: ￥@……

He was too lazy to argue with the old man because another transport plane began to land!

The frequency of aircraft takeoffs and landings is getting higher and higher!

The frequency of flights has increased from five to six minutes to two minutes.

All of the more than 80 transport aircraft that Tongan can mobilize have been transferred to the Jinling-Magic City route.

The old man who had been arguing with Peng Lin finally compromised, signed the agreement, and boarded the plane to leave!

The Red Army was still five kilometers away, and this short distance was already within the range of medium-range artillery.

No one quarreled with Peng Lin anymore. At this time, it was a blessing to be able to leave. Who cared whether there was an agreement or not!

……

When the work on the runway became regular, Peng Lin turned his attention to the outside of the airport.

He was no longer satisfied with the hard-earned money for air tickets.

The reason why Peng Lin works so hard is because of the company's incentive system: as long as he can increase the company's profits, he can get a considerable commission.

Specifically for Daxiao Airport, Hu Zhenhua’s proposal is: 5% of the profit increase.

Outside the airport, someone shouted,

"I'll offer fifteen large yellow croakers. Can you let me go first?"

Mr. Qian immediately became alert and was about to agree when Peng Lin appeared behind him.

"Mr. Qian!"

Mr. Qian turned his head and smiled flatteringly.

"Mr. Peng! Why are you hanging around here when you're not staying at the airport? Please come in for some tea!"

What he cared about was not Peng Lin, but Hu Zhenhua behind Peng Lin.

"Let's forget about the tea. I have something to discuss with you."

"whats the matter?"

Master Qian quickly pulled Peng Lin aside and asked in a low voice,

"It must be good news, right?"

"Of course it's good news. The higher-ups have decided to increase the number of transport planes. However, airfares will have to go up!"

Young Master Qian had anticipated this. Now, more and more people want to leave, and they are willing to do anything to get ahead of the crowd.

There are many people who offer high prices.

Tongan only accepted 5 large yellow croakers, which is already the best it can be.

"How much?" Peng Lin gestured and asked with a smile.

"Eight big yellow croakers!"

This is to grab food from the airport!

Mr. Qian was not happy and shouted,

"I have an agreement with your chairman. He only takes 5. The rest belongs to me!"

Peng Lin looked at him with a smile and said seriously,

"Right now, the chairman is heavily investing in a foreign company in Shanghai. TA is in urgent need of additional funds. If there's a problem with the aviation industry in the future, will the next batch of planes still arrive?"

Master Qian fell silent.

It's a seller's market now, everything depends on planes. Without planes, no matter how much gold he has, it will have nothing to do with him!

One large yellow croaker is equivalent to the income of an ordinary citizen for three to five years. Eight large yellow croakers are enough for an ordinary person to live for more than thirty years. It is a sky-high price!

"Can it be less?"

Of course Peng Lin disagreed.

"We're raising our prices, so you can raise yours too!"

"Raising the price? Easier said than done. Look at those high-ranking officials. Which one of them doesn't have a few bodyguards and security guards behind them? If they get angry, they will fight to the death."

“But you have guns!”

"We only have a few hundred people, and they have thousands. Besides, do they have no guns?"

They are all government officials, and guns are basic equipment.

Peng Lin ignored him. No matter how many guns the passengers had, without a unified organization, they were just a mob!

Peng Lin rolled his eyes and continued,

"Not only are airfares going to increase, but I'm also going to open a VIP channel and sell tickets directly to the highest bidder."

"no!"

Mr. Qian immediately objected, trying to bypass the middleman, no way!

Don't you see whose territory this is?

Peng Lin had anticipated Mr. Qian's reaction and said with a smile,

"Don't you want to know what my compensation is?"

"compensate?"

"Yes, it's compensation. The compensation given by the higher-ups for this matter is a transport plane."

"Is that so? How many VIP tickets do you plan to sell?"

"Sell five batches first!"

Mr. Qian thought about it and felt that it was not too bad, but he did not agree immediately.

"I'll discuss it with other partners!"

"Please!"

Not long after, Master Qian returned and said,

"Others only agreed to sell two!"

Peng Lin immediately shook his head.

"Not even one less is acceptable. If you disagree, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

After saying that, Peng Lin was too lazy to explain. He lit a cigarette and looked at the fire in the distance!

Young Master Qian really needs a transport plane because they have stockpiled too many yellow croakers.

Peng Lin calculated this point accurately, so he dared to make the move!

Young Master Qian ran away and soon returned again. This playboy actually learned to compromise.

"Okay, you win. When will our transport plane arrive?"

"You can choose a flight at any time, but you have to load the cargo quickly. The plane can't wait too long. Now we have to race against time!"

"I know, you can open the VIP channel!"

Peng Lin nodded, called over twenty soldiers, and began to prepare. About ten minutes later, Peng Lin took a paper loudspeaker and shouted,

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!"

It took several minutes of shouting to calm the boiling crowd.

"Hello everyone! My name is Peng Lin, and I'm an employee of Future Aviation. The transport plane you're riding on is provided by us!"

"Mr. Peng, can you sell me a plane ticket first? I'm willing to pay a high price!"

"Mr. Peng, are you married? For just a plane ticket, I'm willing to marry you!"

"Mr. Peng..."

The crowd began to boil again, and Peng Lin had to work very hard to calm them down again!

"Don't panic, everyone. The tickets are still sold by the airport! We've opened a VIP channel here. The highest bidder wins. The starting price is twenty large yellow croakers. Anyone interested can come over!"

After saying that, he quickly jumped away to avoid being sprayed by the crowd!

Sure enough, as soon as Peng Lin finished speaking, the crowd started shouting and cursing Tong'an, saying that selling at such a high price was taking advantage of the situation and he would definitely be struck by lightning.

Peng Lin waited until they had finished shouting and cursing, then held up a large wooden sign that read: Super VIP Channel!

Ten large yellow croakers are VIP guests.

Twenty large yellow croakers are super VIPs!

Soon, another super VIP will appear.

No matter how high the price is, there are people who will accept it. As soon as the sign is put up, people gather around.

"Give me one!"

Peng Lin shook his head and handed over a piece of agreement.

“Is investment necessary?”

The middle-aged man shook his head, his face full of distrust.

"Investing is fine, but how can you guarantee that you won't steal my money?"

"You're not the first to ask this question, and you won't be the last. If we wanted to steal your money, we could just drop you from the sky. Why bother asking you to sign an agreement?"