"Do you know that if 225 is parked there, it is very likely that it will not come back?"

"Think about the lessons learned from my 124!"

The fat uncle looked indifferent: "You have to believe that if someone says they will build a track for you, then they will definitely do it!"

"Is that a problem with the runway? That's a problem with the long construction time!" Ivan was extremely speechless:

"225 is not in service in our army, it belongs to the Antonov Design Bureau!"

"I fucking rented it! It's a day's rent!"

The fat uncle looked even more disdainful this time. He took out his dirty and broken phone, pulled out the signal line, and dialed.

As soon as Si Chen came in from outside, he heard their argument.

Then, I heard the fat uncle call and say:

"Hey, it's me, old Anton. The 225 was stranded at Hailar Airport in China."

"Yes, that was an accident, not man-made. Give Ivan a rent reduction or exemption."

"Okay, that's it, goodbye~"

Si Chen:......-_-||

Damn it! The fat uncle is actually a secretive sweeper?

I said so!

He should have reached the age of retirement long ago, but he was able to stay in Ivan's camp and run rampant.

The old An-124 aircraft he occupied has also reached the age of retirement. It will not go to the "aircraft graveyard", but it can be privately owned by him.

That’s so!
Chapter completed!