Chapter 232 I give you a chance, can you use it?
As a loyal fan of Hong Kong movies and doctors, Fang Xiang can't speak Cantonese, but he can understand some of it.
"It seems we have to deal with the trouble first."
Looking at the fat boy shouting "Puni Laomu" through the window, Fang Xiang didn't care.
Instead, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled at Howard.
Then he opened the car door and got out.
Only then did I see that behind was a luxury car with a Daimler DQ450V8 engine, which had collided with a Bluebird.
When Fang Xiang saw this Daimler, he couldn't help but feel very curious.
He walked forward and looked at it carefully.
This luxury car, which is 5 meters long, 1 meters wide and nearly 1 meters high, is comparable to Rolls-Royce in today's era.
Although it only has 220 horsepower, its wheelbase is only 2900mm, and its acceleration is only about 10 seconds.
But it is indeed a top-notch luxury car. (A picture is attached at the end)
Most people cannot afford it, and even if they can, they may not dare to sit on it.
Thinking of this, I looked towards the back seat, wondering who was sitting in the car.
"It's okay, the police will come and take care of it soon.
Going to have a cigarette?
Oh, sorry, I forgot, you don’t smoke.”
Howard also got out of the car and saw the traffic accident behind him.
The other person wanted to say something.
It seemed that in Howard's eyes, that Daleham was not worth mentioning.
But it's true, he is the richest man in the world. No matter how rich Hong Kong Island is, it can't compare to him.
"Lard boy, what's going on?"
At this moment, the window of the back seat of the Daimler was lowered, and a cold voice came out.
"Lard boy? Could it be?"
Hearing this name, Fang Xiang had already guessed the identity of the person in the car.
He raised his eyes and looked over there.
The image of a middle-aged man in his forties, with a slicked-back hair, a round face, and a plump appearance, appeared in Fang Xiang's eyes.
Looking at his outstretched hand, he saw several thick gold rings inlaid with gems.
And the yellow-label Cohiba in his hand.
The image of a nouveau riche and local tycoon comes to life on the paper.
"No, I smoke occasionally. Come on."
Fang Xiang curled his lips and sneered.
He turned around and said something to Howard.
This made Howard, who had just taken out a cigarette, stunned for a moment.
"Cigarettes? Or cigars?"
Howard pulled out another cigar from his vest and asked Fang which one he liked.
"I'd rather have cigarettes. Cigarettes are too strong for me to enjoy."
Fang Xiang took the silver box and took out a cigarette from it.
He leaned over and used Howard's lighter to light a cigarette.
The two of them leaned against the roadside railing and smoked.
The vehicles passing by and the passers-by looked at the scene in front of them, and their eyes were all filled with excitement.
Soon, the area was blocked.
"Are you serious about the plane you just mentioned?"
Howard blew out a smoke ring and turned a blind eye to the lively scene around him.
"Of course, I am also a person of status, I won't lie to my friends."
Speaking of Cessna, apart from anything else, his drawings are very complete.
从162捕天者、172天空之鹰、182高空走廊、208大篷车、337天空大师等早期机型。
到402、440、525、550、560、650、750等中后期机型。
As an outstanding student in the Department of Aeronautics and Astronautics, he is very familiar with her.
“But fighter jets, aren’t they military products?
Cessna is for civilian use, this ..."
It was obvious from Howard's words that he had great doubts about Fang Xiang's words.
Although this car gave him a great surprise.
Moreover, the CIA also hopes that he can buy the fighter jet blueprints from Fang Xiang.
But he was still very clear that the gap between military and civilian use was huge.
It doesn't mean that if something can be used for military purposes, it can definitely be used for civilian purposes.
The two are completely different tracks.
“The Cessna 162 is the best-selling private jet right now.
It is also the most cost-effective private jet today.
I don't need to design a completely new one either.
Give you an upgraded version of 172 in three days.
Do you dare to ask for it? "
Fang Xiang smiled. In response to Howard's question, providing a blueprint was the biggest bargaining chip.
But the question now is whether Howard has the ability or the courage.
"Three days? Upgraded version?
You want to draw the design?"
Howard is a big shot in the aviation industry, so naturally he owns shares in Cessna.
However, he prefers to design his own planes and fly the planes built by his own company.
But as a successful capitalist, he is a shareholder of Cessna.
He certainly won't give up on any proposal that could bring him benefits.
"Yes, I will only give you a simple diagram and some key data.
You don't doubt that I can do it?"
Fang Xiang nodded. He still couldn't get used to the marine tobacco cigarettes that foreigners smoked.
I simply threw the cigarette, which I had only taken two puffs of, on the ground and stomped it out.
"Of course I don't doubt it, but three days is a bit too tight."
Howard remembered what the CIA said, that Fang Xiang was the designer of a new generation of aircraft.
He has all the core and confidential data of the new generation aircraft.
How could I doubt Fang Xiang's words?
But time...
"Three days went by so quickly..."
Fang Xiang finished speaking and pursed his lips.
He had heard the sirens and saw several policemen running towards him, panting.
It was obvious that the police had recognised the Daleham.
A policeman with a rank walked over, stood outside the car, and bowed.
Lei Luo's loud voice also came over.
"It seems we have run into someone important."
Howard also saw this scene and grinned.
"How big is it? Bigger than you or me?"
Fang Xiang also laughed and started joking.
"I don't know if it's bigger than you, but it's definitely not as big as me, hahahaha."
Howard winked at Fang Xiang.
This is Hong Kong Island. He is a wealthy American and a world-renowned figure.
There are still some privileges.
But Fang thought, he still doesn't know.
Fang Xiang didn't say anything, but looked at the sheriff and saw himself and Howard.
He adjusted his hat and walked over.
"Your identification, driver's license, show me."
Looking at Howard's height of 1.93 meters, the sheriff, who was only 1.7 meters tall, was obviously feeling guilty.
Instead, he turned to Fang Xiang.
Although Fang Xiang is also over 1.80 meters tall, a head taller than him.
But the familiar yellow skin and black eyes made him subconsciously think that he would be easier to control than Howard, Lord Yang.
"No."
Fang Xiang shrugged his shoulders. Although the sheriff spoke in Cantonese, he could still understand him.
He replied simply and crisply.
"No? Catch him!"
The sheriff's expression changed instantly as he looked at Fang Xiang's Zhongshan suit, which was obviously very valuable.
He still didn't dare to offend Howard, whose attire looked obviously different, and instead turned his face towards Fang Xiang, who spoke with a standard mainland accent.
"Do you need my help?"
Howard frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.
He asked Fang Xiang.
“I don’t think it’s necessary.”
Fang Xiang turned his head and looked towards Lei Luo's position.
I found him walking towards the red BMW 120 with his head held high.
There was no intention of even looking over here.
"Hey, hey, you can't do this!"
Seeing several policemen surrounding him and handcuffing Fang Xiang.
Howard couldn't help it and reached out to stop their behavior.
"Come on, don't you want to torture me?
I'll give you a chance to see if you can do it."
Fang Xiang raised his hands, put them side by side, and presented them to the sheriff.
A sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
