"Okay. He's waiting for me!"

Zhou Weilong hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong thought thoughtfully for a moment before hanging up the phone.

Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum?

Do you really feel sleepy and come to the pillow?

Does God seem to be chasing me to feed me?

But no…

Expand roads? Take off large planes?

That concept was so advanced! Who came up with it? He actually thought of that trick.

By the way, the road in front of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is indeed very scarce. It is really not difficult to widen and strengthen it so that large aircraft can take off and land.

It should be noted that during World War II, most airports were actually made of dirt.

It is only because the United States has great wealth that it has laid steel plates on the ground of some prosperous stadiums. But other countries do not have such manpower, material and financial resources.

The frontline airport is all mud.

Therefore, all types of aircraft at that time could take off on mud.

Oh, including the Dajiaochang Airport, it is also not on dirt.

It is usually compacted and flat, but if it rains in the rain, it will be very muddy. Therefore, it may not be possible to take off and land airplanes in the rain.

"That's wrong, Section Chief Zhou, has that postman Yue Kou confessed?"

"I said Tang Muchun! He is very stubborn. He never says a word."

"He'll go over and take a look later."

"good!"

Zhou Weilong hung up the phone.

Zhang Yong hurriedly finished his breakfast and rushed to the train station.

That Tang Muchun is very crucial.

It’s actually related to memo and metal master. It’s amazing.

When I choked him, I never thought that he would be a key figure. No wonder that guy refused to confess.

drive.

Rush to the train station.

Suddenly he parked the car quietly and looked in the rearview mirror.

There is a man in the mirror.
Chapter completed!