Chapter 850: Old guy (1)

Arizona is located in the southern part of the United States, with a subtropical arid climate, extremely high evaporation from the surface, high temperature and little rain throughout the year, and high sun in winter.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't come to Tucson to bask in the sun. He aimed at the Davis Mengshan Air Force Base in the south of the city.
This is the largest aircraft cemetery in the United States. Since its establishment, three or four thousand military aircraft have been handled. Even scrapped airliners of various airlines are often thrown here for disposal.
Davis Mengshan Air Force Base has a number of troops stationed, the most famous being the Aircraft Regeneration and Maintenance Group of the United States Air Force Equipment Command, which was later renamed the ‘309th Aerospace Maintenance and Regeneration Wing’.
The ‘309 Team’ is specifically responsible for the storage and recycling of retired US military aircraft.
Big guys like the B-52 heavy bomber are heavy military weapons in other countries. But there are more than three hundred in idle or even dismantled state here.
The aircraft cemetery is divided into multiple processing links such as ‘short-term storage’, ‘long-term storage’, ‘spare parts supply’, and ‘scrapped destruction’.
In theory, there is a set of management systems to ensure the reliable operation of the base. But there are many loopholes in waste recycling. This force often has troubles, throws away old equipment at every turn, and it is difficult to trace.
The most typical example is that in order to prevent the parts of the F-14 "Tomcat" fighter from falling into the hands of the Iranian Air Force, the US military was forced to throw all the retired "Tomcats" into the crusher.
Of course, the F-14D of the US Navy is still in service, and the retired Tomcat has not been dismembered. Zhou Qingfeng came to this place with the intention of getting something good.
The file bag opened, with some files in it.
Zhou Qingfeng visited here at the beginning of 1993 and took away two retired Black Hawks and a large number of maintenance parts. After maintenance, the two "Black Hawks" played a significant role in Yunnan.
The domestic army lacks helicopters, but the domestic military industry has limited capabilities. The "Dolphin" and "Super Hornet" imported from France cannot be mass-produced for a long time.
Coming again at the end of the year, Zhou Qingfeng not only intends to get some real objects, he also wants to get some people away. In the bag is a list of the retirees of Davis Mengshan Air Force Base over the past ten years.
All in the list are senior technicians who have worked for more than 30 years. The age of this group of people is basically 65 years old and above, and a few are even more than 70 years old.
It has to be said that the family of American imperialism is like a retired aircraft counted in thousands in an aircraft cemetery, and the stock is too thick. Even some abandoned and tattered ones are more advanced than the main force of many countries.
The people in the restaurant talked braggingly, and time slowly came to the afternoon.
Another old man came in at the door, leaning on a cane, his hair was gray and his skin was as rough as red, covered with dander. After he came in, he scanned for a long time, and he slowly walked over until Zhou Qingfeng spoke.
"Young man, you shouldn't come to me again." The old man was extremely angry. He lowered his voice and looked left and right, "You have already taken two Black Hawks. Are you still not satisfied? I don't owe you anything.
The base found the lack of waste products, and the military police has intervened in the investigation. But you came to me again, in such a public place. I'm old, nothing can scare me. But do you want to stay in federal prison for a lifetime? "
The old man spoke anxiously, his breathing was not smooth, he held the table and coughed violently, even the waitress came to ask if he needed help.
"A glass of water." Zhou Qingfeng said to the waitress. He took a small bottle from his pocket by the way. When the bottle appeared, the old man opposite immediately beamed his eyes and unceremoniously reached out to grab it.
Pour out of the bottle is a pill that you don't know what the is going on. The old man just grabbed the medicine, but didn't notice Zhou Qingfeng flicked the water from the waitress.
"Slow down, be careful not to choke yourself." Zhou Qingfeng handed over the water glass and patted the opponent on the shoulder.
When the old man poured out the pills, his hands were trembling. After being patted on the shoulder twice by Zhou Qingfeng, he controlled his limbs. He quickly took the pills and emptied the water glass. Then he sat at the dining table and panted until his breathing was steady.
In just a few minutes, the old man could see with the naked eye that the skin on the back of his hand was gradually becoming ruddy. He uncovered both sleeves and kept rubbing the surface of his skin. After a while, he even got up and walked a few steps.
The old man originally came in on crutches, with his waist bent on his back, his eyes dim, and he panted when he walked. But now his complexion has changed drastically, at least ten years younger.
"One more steak. Wait, two. Plus a glass of fresh orange juice." Zhou Qingfeng called the waitress to order again. When the steak was served, he pushed both plates in front of the old man, "You now need to eat something to restore your strength."
The old man is holding on to the tabletop, his emotions are difficult to hold on himself. He sighed and sat down slowly until Zhou Qingfeng cast a spell to appease him.
The steak is very tender, but the old man usually can't finish half of it. But today he has a great appetite. Not only did he eat two steaks, he also ordered three more fried eggs. After the whole meal, he drank the fresh orange juice in one breath and sat on the dining chair contentedly.
Unlike the teeth and claws when he first entered the restaurant, the old man had a smile on his face at the moment, "Mr. Hugo, your medicine is really amazing. I took it last time and it feels great within half a year."
"Mr. Jones, do you want to be better?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "I can't pay you too much, but I can give you health, including you and your family. I believe only for people your age. Health is more important than money."
The old man looked solemn, and shook his head, "No, no. This matter can't affect my family."
"What about your wife?" Zhou Qingfeng opened the file in the file bag at hand, "She is a university professor, although she is just an ordinary physics department, not a prestigious university. But my investigator gave her an evaluation of ' It's worth winning."
The old man stared at the file with wide eyes, and asked anxiously: "What are you?"
"Some files." Zhou Qingfeng handily pushed all the file bags to the elderly. "The United States harvests the world's high-end intelligence by providing excellent salary, good working environment, and deceptive values.
Our country has many talents who have been trained for many years to build America. I feel that it is necessary to follow suit and develop a plan to attract talents from the United States.
Everyone takes what they need, and America has accepted our outstanding young people. I need some old retirees. I'm still at a loss. "
The old man saw his own photos and files in the file bag, and also saw his wife's by the way. If you look over it again, many retirees from the Davis Mengshan base are among them.
Zhou Qingfeng continued:
I can’t go to Harvard to attract Nobel Prize winners, nor can I go to NASA to find rocket experts. It’s not so easy for Boeing’s chief engineer to follow me.
So I decided to seek out some less conspicuous talents with high-end skills.
For example, you, Mr. Jones, a Doctor of Engineering from Texas A&M University, have worked in the Jet Propulsion Laboratory for several years. Experts in military engine maintenance have participated in the formulation of the US military aviation design specifications.
Especially if you have retired for many years. "