The Greatest Village Doctor In The World

Chapter 877 Bought!

Li Fei’er pouted her little mouth, "Testing me? Such a simple question, better not ask! It’s common geographic knowledge, okay!"

"Hehe, being so far from home, don’t you feel a bit homesick?" Ling Feng asked with a smile.

"Of course not!"

Li Fei’er hugged Ling Feng’s arm, "Wherever you are, that’s home for me!"

"Oh!"

His heart warmed at her words, and he suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Although she said she wasn’t tired, after all, she had been on a ten-hour flight, so after a while, Li Fei’er was so sleepy she could hardly keep her eyes open.

So, Ling Feng carried her back to the bedroom, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Ling Feng got out of bed early.

Seeing Li Fei’er sleeping soundly, he quietly got up and left the bedroom for the living room outside.

The outline of the city was already visible, a typical Western city. Although not very large, its architecture was completely different from the Eastern style, and it had a certain charm.

After looking at the scenery for a while, Ling Feng turned to wash up and started preparing for the day’s activities.

At seven o’clock in the morning, after a Western-style breakfast, Kong Fanlin led the three of them downstairs.

Stepping outside, they saw soldiers armed to the teeth. These men were evidently on duty all night, not having moved from their posts.

Moved, Ling Feng nodded to them as a gesture of appreciation.

After getting into the car and leaving, the guards at the door finally got into their vehicles and followed behind.

Kong Fanlin drove them to the port, easily passed through the restricted area entrance, and brought the car to the dockside.

From afar, Ling Feng could see a row of warships parked there, but he still didn’t know which one he wanted to buy.

Despite this, the towering and majestic black hull still made his blood surge with excitement.

Moved by the moment, Ling Feng couldn’t help but ask, "Big Brother Kong, does our country need these warships right now?"

Kong Fanlin glanced at him, "If it was ten years ago, maybe we would need them, but now we already have better and more advanced warships; these aren’t up to our standards anymore!"

"Oh, that’s good, so I won’t feel guilty buying one to use for myself!" Ling Feng said with a laugh.

Kong Fanlin also smiled, then asked curiously, "By the way, Mr. Ling, I know I shouldn’t ask, but I’m still curious, what do you need it for, spending billions on this?"

Ling Feng: "Fishing!"

"Err..."

Kong Fanlin was speechless, feeling like Ling Feng was just making up an excuse to fob him off, so he smiled wryly and didn’t ask any further questions.

After parking, the three of them entered a three-story building beside the dock.

This was a temporary office, not the headquarters of the fleet, but it was agreed to meet here for the convenience of the transaction.

Upon entering, Ling Feng saw about a dozen Ukrainian military personnel.

The leader was a tall man in his fifties, clearly a Caucasian, but perhaps because he was often sunburned, he had a ruddy complexion!

Kong Fanlin acted as the interpreter and introduced the two sides, and Ling Feng learned that the man was the commander of the fleet, General Chekhov.

Not wanting to waste time after introductions, he went straight to the point, requesting to inspect the warship’s performance, after which they could sign the transfer agreement and make the payment!

The other party seemed a bit eager as well; after a lot of rapid chatter, Kong Fanlin translated, "General Chekhov agrees to your request. We can board the ship now!"

"Great!"

Ling Feng nodded his head and left the building, returning to the shore with his group.

After walking a few hundred meters, the party climbed aboard a military ship using the gangway.

Ling Feng was extremely excited, his hand holding Li Fei’er’s was even starting to sweat.

Feeling his nervousness, Li Fei’er looked at him in surprise and whispered, "Uncle, what’s wrong with you?"

"It’s nothing, I’m not scared, just a bit excited!"

Li Fei’er still didn’t understand, "It’s just a ship about to be scrapped, what’s there to be excited about?"

"Men’s stuff, you wouldn’t understand!" Ling Feng laughed.

Which boy isn’t interested in mechanical things? Let alone boys, even grown men in their thirties and forties can’t help but take a second look at an excavator, right?

Moreover, the ship in front of him was about to be his own, something he could freely sail on the sea, so of course, Ling Feng was very excited!

Once onboard, seeing the deck that was even larger than a football field, Ling Feng was already estimating how many White Jiao and giant sharks he could place on it!

Kong Fanlin and Chekhov discussed the details of the ship’s body, while Ling Feng looked around like a tourist, finding everything new and interesting.

He didn’t at all seem like someone about to buy a military ship, and even Du Hao couldn’t help but whisper to him, "You should learn more about the details, too, like the cruising speed, the power system, fuel consumption, and stuff!"

"No worries, as long as it’s big enough, that’s all that matters, leave the rest!" Ling Feng laughed.

Du Hao: "..."

An eighty-billion thing, how come it feels like he’s buying a toy!

After all, being the financier, Du Hao still felt a bit of a pinch.

Noticing his mood, Ling Feng quickly said, "Uncle, don’t worry, after catching White Jiao and Giant Shark, I’ll allocate some to the Shakya Tribe, and An Xue will deliver them to you!"

"Really, that would be awesome!"

Having tasted the deliciousness of White Jiao himself and knowing that it could also enhance a Cultivator’s realm, Du Hao’s eyes widened in excitement!

Now, it wasn’t just eighty billion he wouldn’t mind spending, but even an additional hundred and eighty billion wouldn’t make him feel the pinch!

After being on the deck for about half an hour, Ling Feng felt very satisfied. Although the ship was close to being scrapped, it was well preserved and had no flaws.

Most importantly, Kong Fanlin told him that Chekhov had agreed not to disassemble any of the weapons and equipment and that Ling Feng could take them as long as he paid for the ship.

Hearing this, Ling Feng didn’t hesitate and struck the deal on the spot, so they all went down to sign the agreement.

While walking down the gangway, Chekhov asked Kong Fanlin something, who immediately translated for Ling Feng, "The General is asking when your crew will arrive."

"Don’t worry about that, I can operate it myself!"

Kong Fanlin was taken aback but still relayed his words to Chekhov.

Hearing this, the dozens of military officers present all showed incredulous expressions.

Their exchanged glances suggested they all thought Ling Feng was joking.

They then returned to the building where three copies of the contract were taken out, and Ling Feng scrutinized them carefully, one of the languages being Huaxia, so he read through each clause thoroughly.

Finding no pitfalls, he signed his name.

After all three copies were signed, Du Hao also started the money transfer.

The atmosphere became lively, and the smiles on Chekhov and the others’ faces seemed almost impossible to hide!