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

Glasses entered the studio, connected the broadcasting equipment, handed the microphone to Taurus, and said,

"Company Commander, come here!"

Taurus raised his right hand and cursed,

"Glasses, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're the most articulate person in our company, and the job of broadcasting is right for you. Work hard, and I'll reward you with a bowl of braised pork!"

Glasses showed a bitter face and begged,

"Captain, I don't know what to say."

"I don't care. This is the mission for you. If you fail to complete it, you will be in trouble!"

When Glasses saw Taurus about to leave, he quickly grabbed his arm and begged again,

"Captain, could you at least give me some hints?"

"Even if you haven't eaten pork, have you seen a pig run? It's not like you haven't listened to the radio before, so you can't just copy it!"

After saying that, Taurus waved his hand and ran away.

Their conversation has spread across the country through radio waves.

At the Jincheng Security Headquarters, Wang Zunxu heard the conversation between Taurus and Glasses on the radio, and the last bit of fantasy in his heart was shattered.

Originally, he wanted to rely on the more than 40,000 defenders under his command to bargain with the other side, but now it seems that he has lost his bargaining chip because the radio station is less than two kilometers away from the headquarters.

Wang Zunxu was in a daze when the stuttering voice of Glasses came from the radio.

"My fellow citizens of Jinjinjincheng, I am Zou Jun of the First Airborne Division of the Chinese People's Liberation Army. I am reporting to you from Jincheng Radio Station..."

Wang Zunxu stood up, turned off the radio, took a deep breath, and finally made up his mind. He said,

"Mr. Kang, our troops are willing to surrender. We hope you will keep your promise and treat our brothers in the Sichuan Army well!"

Underground Party member Kang Jie held Wang Zunxu's hand tightly and said with a smile,

"Our party will never forget the historical contributions of the Sichuan Army in the War of Resistance! Commander Wang, congratulations on standing on the side of the people!"

"Thank you!"

Wang Zunxu turned around and shouted to his deputy,

"Order the defenders to return to their camps and prepare for reorganization. If anyone resists, immediately surrender their weapons!"

"Yes!"

Kang Jie smiled and looked at his watch. It was five fifteen!

The horizon in the east began to turn white, and a red sun was about to rise and shine on the earth.

The day breaks in Jincheng, but some people are plunged into darkness.

In Chongming Industrial Zone, Hu Zhenhua slammed his hand on the table and yelled,

"Why can't I go to the ceremony?"

Carter smoked his cigarette expressionlessly, and it took him a long time to utter a word.

"Because you are a citizen of the United States!"

This statement made Lao Hu even more angry. He pointed at Carter's nose and shouted,

"Now I remember that I'm a citizen of the United States! When Ambassador Situ was recalled, why didn't anyone mention that I was a citizen of the United States! When Jaliman was plotting against me, why didn't anyone mention that I was a citizen of the United States! When Jimla was trying to rob me, why didn't he mention that I was a citizen of the United States!"

Carter still had no expression on his face. He sniffed the cigarette under his nose and said dissatisfiedly,

"I always feel like the cigarettes produced in industrial areas are lacking something. Local cigarettes are still more potent!"

"Of course, it lacks a bit of arrogance!"

Hu Zhenhua's ridicule did not make Carter angry. Instead, he said with a smile,

"Arrogance is a kind of spirit. Not everyone has the right to be arrogant!"

Hu was filled with hatred, yet he could do nothing about it. A hard approach would definitely not work. If he had offended the US government, his company would surely be targeted. Don't believe in the bullshit free economy; it's a scam for fools.

Old Hu rolled his eyes and said,

"Carter, I'm not here for tourism. I have a special mission. The theory of the socialist market economy must be made known to more people. This is a great opportunity. The ruling elites and social leaders have gathered together. If we can influence even a small number of them, we'll make a fortune!"

Carter opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

He also didn't want to stop Lao Hu. The market economy, with the prefix of socialism, was wonderful. With Lao Hu's eloquence, he would surely reap great rewards. However, there was a death order from above that no influential American business elite would be allowed to go north.

What to do! What to do!

Carter said nothing, but took out a telegram, handed it to Lao Hu, and said lightly,

"If you can convince Mr. Acheson, I will never stop you!"

Hu Zhenhua took the telegram, glanced at it briefly, crumpled it up, threw it into the trash can, and said sarcastically,

"Our Secretary of State must be black and white blind. In his world, everything is either black or white!"

The telegram was sternly worded, warning Carter to maintain consistency with his superiors and not to engage in any private tricks. It said this concerned national dignity and must not be taken lightly. The telegram specifically mentioned Hu Zhenhua's name.

Carter didn't mind that the cigarettes produced in the industrial zone were boring. He smoked one cigarette after another, just a little at a time, and pretended not to hear Hu Zhenhua's words.

Seeing that he was silent, Hu Zhenhua complained,

"Carter, please squeak!"

Seeing that there was only a butt left in his cigarette, Carter took another one and said lightly,

"Early in the morning, Xinjin Airport was attacked, and over twenty of our planes were nearly wiped out. If Steven hadn't acted decisively and forced a takeoff, the United States would have suffered casualties! The Red Army was quite unfriendly to us!"

Hu Zhenhua was about to say, "Didn't I inform you to evacuate in advance?" When the words reached his lips, he suddenly realized that this was a trap and quickly changed his words.

"Qian Wei said all the US planes have left. Could there be any casualties?"

"That's not true!"

Hu Zhenhua carefully observed Carter's expression and found that he didn't seem to be trying to trick him. After a brief thought, Hu suddenly realized that either something had gone wrong somewhere, or Jimla was an extremist who wanted to provoke a conflict between the two sides.

Hu Zhenhua slammed the table and shouted,

"That's it! The enemy commandos clearly landed at the airport, yet our twenty-plus planes managed to escape unscathed. Isn't that suspicious? It's luck that one plane escaped, but it's impossible for all twenty to have the same luck, right?"

Carter raised his head, looked at Lao Hu, and asked uncertainly,

"You mean to say there might be something else going on here?"

Hu Zhenhua neither confirmed nor denied, as if he was sighing, or talking to himself.

"I don't know, but it always seems strange. If the enemy commandos just randomly fire a volley of bullets, they'll always hit a plane, right?"

After being reminded by Lao Hu, Carter also felt that there was something fishy going on. In an instant, he thought a lot.

The development of U.S. military-industrial enterprises in the past decade can be roughly divided into three stages.

Phase 1: Because of the world war, the scale of the US military-industrial enterprises expanded unprecedentedly, like a balloon being blown up. From airplanes, tanks, battleships to rifles, a large number of giants emerged.

The second stage: After the war, the world carried out large-scale disarmament, the US military's demand for weapons was not as strong, and the scale of military-industrial enterprises decreased accordingly.

The third stage began in 1947. As the two major camps gradually took shape, the United States gradually increased its military investment, especially in high-tech fields such as rockets and jet aircraft. Funding increased year by year, and the scale of military-industrial enterprises began to expand again.

Carter rubbed his brows. If there was anyone who most wanted war to happen, it must be the military-industrial enterprises and senior generals, because they were the direct beneficiaries.

Hu Zhenhua's brain was also working at high speed.

The military-industrial complex is a powerful entity. For example, those goats, each costing hundreds of thousands of dollars, are a prime example of "fancy corruption." A few years later, Hu Zhenhua would have undoubtedly fueled the flames, but for now, we must rein them in. At the very least, we must prevent the military-industrial complex from becoming too active before the conflict breaks out on the Korean Peninsula.

The military-industrial complex involves three aspects: military departments, military-industrial enterprises, and some members of Congress.

The military maintains a constant demand for advanced weaponry and equipment to achieve its strategic objectives and enhance combat effectiveness. Military-industrial enterprises, driven by profit, profit from government military orders and actively lobby for increased military spending and the advancement of military projects to secure more orders. Some members of Congress and other politicians, motivated by funding from military-industrial enterprises, their own political stances (such as a hawkish defense and security stance), and their constituents' military employment interests, support increased military budgets and approval of military procurement projects. These forces collaborate and exploit each other, forming a close interplay of interests that can sometimes have complex implications for a country's military strategy, foreign policy, and economy.

Now, the military departments and military-industrial enterprises have unconsciously come together because of their respective interests. It can be said that the military-industrial complex has already taken shape.

After a long time, Carter broke the silence and said,

"If we want to investigate the military, it might not be easy."

Hu Zhenhua squinted his eyes and looked at Carter, evading him.

"You are you, I am me, don't be so we-we-we!"

Carter suddenly remembered that Lao Hu's warehouse still had hundreds of millions of dollars worth of arms. If he didn't sell them to the military, who else could he sell them to? So it was impossible for Lao Hu to offend the military.

Carter thought about it and decided that he really couldn't rely on Lao Hu for this matter, because his company's influence was not enough to reach the US military base.