The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

While thinking about it, Wu Yuan picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

It didn't work out.

Thinking of what the eldest sister of the Huang family said last night, could it be that Yan Ruqing really rushed back and is on the plane right now?

Thinking of this possibility, Wu Yuan's courage grew for no reason.

After breakfast, I changed into fresh clothes, put on a leather jacket, and went straight to the Huanglao courtyard with my hands in my pockets.

When you come to the gate of the Huanglao Siheyuan, you don't need to notify, just by brushing your face, you can enter the door.

Bypassing the screen wall, walking through the front yard, and entering the atrium, I saw the angry voices of the three old urchins coming from the main room.

They were having a great time arguing.

Wu Yuan didn't want to go in at that time, and wanted to sneak into the other courtyard next to him to see the situation of the heating furnace.

As a result, Mr. Ding had sharp eyes and found him.

He yelled from a long distance: "It's just right, Xiao Wu is here, let him be the head of the regiment to judge."

Wu Yuan couldn't sneak away, so he could only bite the bullet and go straight to the main room.

Entering the main room, I found that the elders all rolled up their sleeves, surrounded by a sand table, and their mouths were flying.

Wu Yuan suddenly looked distressed.

Call yourself to do this kind of thing?

I'm just a carpenter, so I really think of myself as the team leader?

Mr. Ding came forward to call Wu Yuan. When he saw Wu Yuan coming in, he directly greeted him and said, "Xiao Wu, come and have a look. Last time you said that if the United States enters the battlefield, the war will be within two months." It's over. It's just a matter of deduction with us on the sand table, and let them learn a lot."

Wu Yuan took a closer look, good guy.

Three old guys, this is a sand table made in the Bay Area.

How could Wu Yuan recognize it?

In fact, after getting older in the previous life, others always liked to watch videos of beautiful women dancing, but he only liked the interpretation of various wars.

Some bloggers have made interesting short videos in this regard.

Even if the point of view is not completely correct, but relying on the analysis of hindsight, it sounds like a tiger.

As for the first Gulf War, the deduction of Laos sweeping Laos in 42 days, there are many interpretations.

So much so that the general appearance of the electronic sand table was deeply imprinted in Wu Yuan's mind.

The sand table in front of me and the electronic sand table in my impression, although there are deviations in details, the degree of restoration is quite high.

Looking at this electronic sand table, the dead memories in my mind were awakened bit by bit.

The wise deduction and interpretation of the voice by the bloggers seems to be going back along the long river of time from a long time ago, passing through his mouth, eager to try.

Looking at the three old guys who had actually fought in front of him, Wu Yuan took a deep breath.

Listening to Ding Lao's accent, it seems that he is on his side, and it is inclined that the United States has the ability and deployment to solve Lao Sa with lightning.

But Mr. Huang still insisted on his original judgment.

Even after Mr. Ding pushed Wu Yuan out, he said disapprovingly: "What did you ask him to talk about? How many main forces does Lao Sa have, what kind of equipment they are, and how they are deployed, does he know?"

"How much troops the United States will invest, where to intervene in the battlefield, and how to advance, can he know?"

As for Mr. Li, he looked at Mr. Ding for a while and remained silent.

After listening to Huang Lao for a while, I felt quite reasonable.

Even if he admits that Xiao Wu has the ability to be the head of the group, but he doesn't know anything, what a deduction!

Unexpectedly, the next moment.

Wu Yuan walked to the sand table, and the blogger who had put it into his memory possessed him, and told Lao Sa's main force in one breath.

Hearing this, Elder Ding was pleasantly surprised, Elder Li was shocked, and Elder Huang couldn't believe it.

However, this is not the most difficult to accept.

Next, Wu Yuan spoke in an unhurried manner.

No matter it is the troops invested by the United States, its general composition, the timing of entering the battlefield, how to fight, and to what extent, they all speak well.

When Wu Yuan said that relying on electronic suppression and bombing for thirty-seven or eight days, Mr. Huang murmured, "Isn't this too bullying?"

Mr. Li paid attention: "Can the United States do this?"

Wu Yuan nodded and said, "America's third-generation fighter jets should have a crushing advantage over Lao Sa's air force."

This point, the three old guys also feel the same way.

After all, when they were fighting, weren't they just being chased all over the place?

And according to Wu Yuan's rogue style of play, if the ground troops only entered after thirty-seven or eight days of bombing, Lao Sa really didn't have the right to fight head-on.

When Wu Yuan had completely poured out the dry goods in his memory, the old three were completely silent.

From what they heard, there were many loopholes in the scene Xiao Wu described.

But only those who have experienced the battlefield will understand how terrible it is to be suppressed in the air and have no power to fight back.

Wu Yuan sat down, saw a cup of tea being handed over by the side, reached out to take it and drank it.

After drinking it, I realized that it was Yan Ruqing who handed it over.

"Sister Yan, when did you arrive?"

"Just arrived!" Yan Ruqing said with her beautiful eyes shining, "Fortunately, I didn't come too late. I heard what you said just now."

Wu Yuan concealed it indiscriminately: "I was talking nonsense, and I can't take it seriously."

Yan Ruqing nuzzled and said: "It's your skill to be able to silence these three old urchins."

After saying this, Yan Ruqing was still a little complacent.

However, Wu Yuan somewhat sympathized with the silence of the third elder.

After all, realizing the gap and accepting the gap is the most difficult thing.

Yan Ruqing didn't care about this.

Taking advantage of the silence between the three elders, he asked Wu Yuandao: "I heard that you told Zhang Baifa that you plan to sell the apartment in the Asian Games Village to more than 6,000 yuan per square meter?"

Wu Yuan corrected: "I mean 1,000 to 1,500 U.S. dollars per square meter. After all, if you don't earn money from foreigners, you won't earn it for nothing."

"Isn't that different?" Yan Ruqing laughed and said, "Nowadays many people say that you are crazy about money, and that you want to sell pork for the price of cabbage."

Wu Yuan whispered: "Sister Yan, listen to me."

"If the Asian Games Village apartment becomes the first real estate in the capital that can be sold to foreigners, it is not impossible to sell it for 1,000 US dollars per flat, right? After all, foreigners have no second choice."

Yan Ruqing nodded, it is indeed possible.

"The rest of the apartment, we should renovate and package it. For example, it is the house where the Asian Games champion lived! By the way, find some stars, sell them at a low price, and then publicize it to the outside world, and be neighbors with stars..."

A cloud-covered trick.

They are all hype methods used by later generations to sell houses.

To Yan Ruqing's ears at this moment, it is very fresh, so that the more he listens, the brighter his eyes become.

Furthermore, I feel that it is not impossible to sell it for five or six thousand and one square meters.

Finally, Wu Yuan concluded: "Of course, in order to be worthy of this price, the development and supporting facilities around the Asian Games Village must keep up. This is also my plan after I plan to take over the Asian Games Village. Of course, these are things for later."

Yan Ruqing was completely convinced: "Since you think so clearly, then I will fully support you!"