"The plane!"
In the crowded conference room, Mr. Trumann's voice seemed to be the only master. His finger poked the edge of the table hard, and the sound hit people's chests, making them feel an invisible force.
He repeated, "Lynch's plane!"
Then he began to explain, "Previously, the manager of Blackstone Security, codenamed Staff Sergeant, told me that if they were in trouble, they could ask me for help. At first, I didn't understand what I could do in this matter."
"But just now, when Mr. President said that we couldn't conduct an effective search on the sea, I suddenly thought of a solution."
"That's the plane!"
Mr. President was a little surprised. It turned out that he played a key role in this. I actually reminded him what to do!
Suddenly, he felt that Mr. Trumann was really a trustworthy person, a person who was worthy of relying on, a person who was worthy of ….
Anyway, he was a good person.
"I won't introduce the question of whether the planet under our feet is square or round. The plane can allow us to see a wider range from a higher position, and its technology has matured."
"I heard that with an extra fuel tank, it can fly nearly a thousand kilometers, which is enough to send back important information for us."
"And it's faster, so there's no need to consider the impact of reefs and ocean currents on the speed. It's not only developed for reconnaissance submarines, but it's also born for reconnaissance in a variety of environments!"
Mr. President's hands, which were placed behind Mr. Trumann's back, clenched into fists. This f * cking time to get through this danger, that's great!
Of course, he didn't show it on his face. He just nodded calmly, which was in line with his image of a "wise man" and an "elder", although the former had nothing to do with him.
After solving a huge crisis, or at least there was a great hope to solve this huge crisis, Mr. President's talent for acting was reflected again.
He took advantage of the gap between Mr. Trumann's words and interrupted to show his status and value. "Then we're going to …"
Mr. Trumann knew the president very well. If he didn't know this person well, he wouldn't be his aide. He knew what the president wanted and immediately gave it to him. "We should go to Lynch's research institute now and ask them if the plane is ready."
Mr. President nodded his head in satisfaction. "Then, ladies and gentlemen, what are we waiting for?"
A ship full of rich people had disappeared. Some people were watching those rich people, some were watching the police or the military, but there were also people watching Mr. President.
When Mr. President and a large group of Presidential Palace staff came out together, they subconsciously followed closely.
Not long after, they arrived at the outskirts of Bupain, near the research institute in the security zone.
The chief engineer of the research institute had been waiting here for a long time. If it weren't for the president's assistant calling him, he wouldn't even know that Mr. Lynch had disappeared with a ship.
At the same time, he also knew the purpose of their visit.
"We've met before!"
Mr. President shook hands with the chief engineer with a serious expression. There were media reporters around. At this time, he couldn't show that he was not nervous, or it would cause him trouble.
He acted as if his father, who had been dead for many years, had climbed out of the grave and boarded the ship. "Let's skip the meaningless greetings. Is the plane ready?"
The chief engineer nodded nervously and led Mr. President and a large group of people to the back of the research institute.
Behind the research institute was the factory, which had already started work.
The technical difficulty in the production of aircraft was mainly in the engine, not the fuselage.
For an all-aluminum fuselage, as long as there was enough metal material and then cast it into shape, it didn't matter if there were some rough edges that couldn't be polished.
An aircraft covered with sheepskin could fly in the sky. This kind of all-aluminum aircraft was already very good, almost perfect.
The real technical difficulty of the aircraft was in the engine. So far, they had been debugging the production line and breaking in the production. A total of six aircraft had been built. Including the first two experimental models, there were a total of eight aircraft.
"That's too little!"
Mr. President was very disappointed when he heard that there were only eight aircraft. "Is there any way to speed up the production?"
If the Emperor of Geffra asked his businessmen this question, those businessmen would have to borrow money to complete the task even if they went bankrupt.
But in the Federation, the situation was different.
The chief engineer played a little trick. "We don't have money."
Mr. President was stunned and turned to Mr. Trumann in a daze. He only trusted this man now.
Mr. Trumann coughed softly. "The Congress is still reviewing the budget, so there's no money yet …"
Understood!
If there's no money, how can we build an eight?
"These bureaucrats!"
Mr. President gritted his teeth and looked like he was complaining. This was caught by the reporters. They just thought it would be a piece of news.
Only Mr. Trumann knew that on one hand, the President was sharing the pressure with him. "It's not my fault that the plane can't fly. It's the Congress's fault that they don't fund it. I won't take full responsibility."
On the other hand, he was also laying the groundwork for future political deals and compromises. "Look at what you did last time. I can let you off the hook, but shouldn't you do something about it?"
Some people were born to be in a certain position!
He turned his head and faced the cameras. But what he really wanted to ask was Mr. Trumann. "I remember that as the President, I have the right to use my privilege to pass some budget proposals at special times, right?"
The latter nodded and said, "Call them immediately and ask them to fund it. I want more planes to appear in the Western Ocean as soon as possible!"
What a conscientious Mr. President. His noble sentiments are amazing.
The chief engineer smiled and his eyebrows slid down on both sides. In fact, this was his own idea. Lynch didn't lack the money. He was just worried that if the Congress didn't fund it, they wouldn't get a share of the profits.
Lynch didn't buy his own things. He didn't get a share of the profits after the planes were built. He had to be wary of capitalists, right?
With the guarantee of the funding, the chief engineer immediately promised to do his best to complete the engine manufacturing process.
At the same time, under the watchful eyes of the people, eight planes landed on the runway one after another.
It was just that …
"Will there be an accident?"
The President looked at several workers who were still processing the landing gear of a plane. He suddenly felt a little worried.
Mr. Trumann comforted him. "Don't worry, they won't play tricks on us with their own lives!"
Under the gaze of many media and cameras, the eight planes successfully took off one after another amidst the exclamations of the people and quickly headed for the West Coast.
"Gentlemen, it will only take four hours for our plane to arrive at the military base on the West Coast, and then we will start looking for the missing ship."
"If it hasn't sunk, we will definitely be able to find its trace …"
A group of reporters swarmed over. They realized that this was going to be a plane that would change the world.
The plane was no longer a suicide toy that couldn't land after taking off. It was going to conquer the sky!
At this moment, Lynch, who was being speculated by the chief engineer about whether the cruise ship had sunk with it, was looking at the unexpected situation not far away.
Not everyone could remain calm when they knew that they might be in big trouble. It was not a good time to jump out and make everything clear.
Just like now, a young man in his twenties stood on the deck on the second floor with a red face and questioned the chief officer loudly.
He couldn't stand the terrible pressure that was everywhere now. He made things clear. He first asked to see the captain, and then asked the captain to come to the second deck.
How was this possible?
The situation on the ship was so complicated now. What if there was an assassin?
The captain had not appeared in public for the past few days in order to avoid being assassinated. It sounded meaningless, but it was actually very valuable.
The benefits of assassinating the captain were very high.
The captain sent the chief officer to solve the problem, but the young man still couldn't hold back. He directly made things clear and asked the chief officer to dock the ship immediately and let them get off.
This was stupid.
Those older people hadn't expressed any opinions until now, not because they were timid, but because they knew it was stupid to do so.
It was very unrealistic to dock first. Not to mention whether the captain would dock or not, where to dock had become a problem now.
The captain could only roughly determine what kind of range he was in on the sea chart. He couldn't guarantee that his judgment was correct. He abandoned the navigation instrument and only used the compass.
Who knew if these things had been tampered with by those lurking on the ship?
Secondly, the atmosphere on the ship was very oppressive. If someone could take the initiative to jump out, it would become a vent for people's emotions.
Looking at the idiot shouting at the chief officer and even slapping him, Lynch knew that this guy's life would not be easy.
The captain didn't dare to offend all the rich people at all times, but if offending one person could make others feel a little better, it was obviously worth it.
The chief officer didn't hesitate to kick the young man in the stomach, and he flew back and hit the wall, then fell heavily on the ground.
He clutched his stomach, his face pale with pain, but the chief officer didn't care. He walked over and kicked him hard on the head, kicking him until he lay on the ground and held his head, crying and shouting that he wouldn't dare do it again.
Then, the crew dragged the young man away. They didn't give him a chance to go back, but dragged him to the third and fourth decks.
Not long after, Lynch's personal manager appeared outside Lynch's cabin.
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A board game term. Enough sacrifices are needed to worship the eight main gods. Often, it is used to describe the need for a lot.