Chapter 1235 (2/2)

Those idle planes are being jammed on the apron. The consumption per minute... Is calculated in 10000 yuan.

Such losses were previously classified into the category of the crime of dereliction of duty.

Thinking of this, comrade Fedorov sat down on his soft faced swivel chair and buried his bald head between his big hands.

In fact, he has the worst solution.

Subconsciously, Fedorov put his hand into the drawer on the far right of his desk.

There is a self-made revolver there.

The barrel is thick and long, with the cold and fierce unique to the great Mao country. It was once Fedorov's favorite pistol.

I think the bullet that was shot with this gun must be awesome.

The awesome death he was about to face was only an instant.

Just as Fedorov's breathing became heavier and heavier, his big hands with golden hair had gently touched the cold body of the gun

”Jingling bell!”

A very harsh telephone bell rang like a reminder.

“ блядь Shit! ”

Almost shot himself in the stomach.

That's a tragedy!

Fedorov, whose face was gloomy and almost ticking out ink, picked up the phone angrily: ”Hello!”

Fedorov's lips trembled when the man with a particularly good accent opposite said what he had called.

Almost... His string of baldness became straight.

At this time, Fedorov felt that he was really favored by God.

He has to meet the boy named Gu and talk about it.

So Fedorov, who was intolerable, set the meeting time about an hour later.

This time is the shortest time for Gu Zheng to arrive at Da Mao airlines without traffic jam.

It seems that Comrade Fedorov is much more eager than the buyer.

Gu Zheng, who hung up the phone, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.

The hour hand refers to the area at 9:20, and the public transportation should be smooth during this time.

Fortunately, there is a green minibus to the airport downstairs.

Paying five Lu's reward, Gu Zheng pried open the door of Fedorov's office within the agreed time.

The blonde Secretary sitting in front of the door also looked at Gu Zheng curiously.

It's really that Asian faces are too rare in aviation group units full of Maoists.

She needs to remember the person's face to prevent this person from causing subsequent trouble to their department.

Unfortunately, the plump girl's idea is completely wrong.

Her immediate boss, comrade Fedorov, who was greasy and difficult to serve, stood at the door and welcomed Gu Zheng into the office.

'brush and pull'

The gray blinds were lowered by Fedorov.

It isolated the view outside the window and provided a relatively peaceful negotiation environment for him and Gu Zheng.

”Mr. Gu wants to buy a plane?”

No wonder Fedorov went straight to the point. He was too afraid.