Seeing that Zhou Dapeng had the courage to interject, Situ Meitang's brows furrowed.

Zhou Dapeng is not from Hongmen, he is just a nephew in charge of Xieshengtang, and he was originally not qualified to enter here to be a servant for the two bigwigs. It's just that Liu Lang is very eye-catching to this little brother who has just met in the boxing gym, and specially pulled him over at the wine table to toast Situ Meitang, which is a treatment that the stewards of Xieshengtang do not have.

As a result, Zhou Dapeng, who is a new big man, is also qualified to enter here to pour tea for these two.

However, Situ Meitang didn't think that when he and Liu Lang discussed major matters, Zhou Dapeng would interject, which was really taboo for gangs that paid special attention to seniority.

Seeing that Situ's face suddenly became ugly, Zhou Dapeng, who interjected in a hurry, also knew that he had caused trouble, and his little face suddenly turned pale. In the continental United States, the government is the boss, but in the Chinese community that is trying to survive in a foreign country, Hongmen is the boss who is the boss, and even speaks more effectively than the US government, offending the bigwigs, and the consequences are 。。。。。。

Liu Lang smiled slightly, "Dapeng, if you have any ideas, I and Master Situ will listen to them, and maybe they can give us any new inspiration." ”

The reason why Liu Lang has a good impression of Zhou Dapeng, the first young man he came into contact with in Chinatown, is not because he admires him very much, but because Liu Lang sees in him many good qualities that a Chinese young man should have. Cheerful, enthusiastic, simple-minded but with a heart of nostalgia for their homeland. It can be said that Liu Lang saw his young self in time and space from him.

The fate between people is so wonderful, some people may not be able to become friends for a lifetime, while some people can be introduced as confidants with just one glance.

On that night yesterday, Zhou Dapeng met his idol Liu Tuanzuo, and Liu Tuanzuo also met this fellow villager he admired but brought him a greater surprise.

Although he just wanted to solve a job for this little fellow who spoke rashly in front of the Hongmen boss who paid attention to the rules of the rivers and lakes.

"Just now I listened to the door master and Brother Liu chatting for a long time, probably because of the distress over what form of donation to China to resist Japan, Dapeng thinks that whether it is to donate money or donate ordnance materials, it is not the best way." Zhou Dapeng steadied his mind and tried his best to keep his composure and said.

"Huh? Boy, okay! We haven't said no, so you give us a denial. Okay, you boldly say that with your Brother Liu here, even if it's nonsense, I won't blame you today, but you don't want to come in this Hongmen in the future. Situ Meitang raised his eyebrows, glanced at Zhou Dapeng, reached out and picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The meaning is obvious, want to fight out of the position? Yes. But it has to be something practical, otherwise, you won't be able to get out of place in the future.

Looking at Liu Lang, who was also looking at him with a smile and encouragement, Zhou Dapeng plucked up his courage and continued: "I think that China is the hometown of you and our ancestors, and that is the hometown of our young people who were born and raised in the United States. Although I don't really understand what my hometown is, I know that it is where all our Chinese ancestors lived. I knew this from a very young age because most Americans never thought of us as Americans. Here, although many of us work very hard, we still can't make any money, and the money is lost to the Americans.

My grandfather said that China was poor, but he still wanted to be buried where he died, because there was his father and mother and his brothers and sisters. Although I have never been back because it is too far away, I know that we cannot lose it, otherwise, when the Americans look at us Chinese again, they are a group of people who do not even have a hometown, and they will have to bully us even more. We've got to defend there。。。。。。 ”

"What do you mean?" Situ Meitang's two thick eyebrows exploded, and his face was full of surprise.

Of course, the young Zhou Dapeng's words were reasonable, and it was no wonder that Situ Meitang, who was concerned about his homeland, had to be happy, but what surprised him the most was the last sentence of the young Zhou Dapeng, which he clearly meant。。。。。。

"Yes, Master Gate, I hope to return to China to fight, I believe my partners will not refuse, I hope to work with Commander Liu and his brothers to use our guns to tell the Japanese that this is the territory of the Chinese, give Lao Tzu back." Zhou Dapeng's face turned red, and he finally said his ambitions.

"Hiss~~~~~" Liu Lang couldn't help but gasp.

This little brother is really speechless! No wonder he said that it was not easy to donate materials or anything, and he was preparing to pull up a team for a long time to return to China in person to work with the Japanese. What is this? Foreign Legion Volunteers?

"Silly boy, China has no shortage of people, what is lacking is money and equipment, you young people not only have not received any formal military training, but also have no idea what China's geography and geography are, and you speak with a Western-style accent, but you are causing chaos to the Chinese government, this idea is too whimsical to succeed." Situ Meitang shook his head and sighed and vetoed Zhou Dapeng's enthusiasm.

"No, Master, you misunderstood me. China does not lack an army, but as far as I know, they are short of an air force. Zhou Dapeng is very stubborn.

"Huh? Roc, let's hear it. When Liu Lang heard about the Air Force, he suddenly became a little interested.

"Hehe, Brother Liu, do you know what my Zhou Dapeng's real job is?" Zhou Dapeng's face showed a bit of triumph. "I'm the best pesticide spreader on the farms around San Francisco, so I'm flying a plane!"

"Could it be that American farms have started to use airplanes to spread pesticides?" Liu Lang was slightly stunned, amazed by the modernization of American agriculture.

This is the thirties of the twentieth century, when did the Republic begin to have airplanes spraying pesticides?

"Of course, I'm a full-fledged pilot with a record of 700 hours, how about that? Brother Liu, I'm amazing! Zhou Dapeng was proud like a little rooster, puffing up his chest and said.

"Cow" Liu Lang gave a thumbs up to this "little brother" who was actually three years older than himself.

If you want to really enter the air force after 80 years, most countries in the world basically require pilots to train for more than 1,000 hours of flight time. But in this day and age, the 700-hour flight record is definitely an old pilot.

When the war broke out in the world war, whether it was the Allies or the Third Reich, pilots on the front line were required to have more than 500 hours of flight records in the early stage, and in the later stage, a large number of pilots were lost, and pilots who had flown for 100 hours could already enter the battlefield.

"But you can't do it alone! What China lacks is aviation, not a single pilot. Situ Meitang smiled dumbly and shook his head.

In the old man's view, this is also an unrealistic dream of a hot-blooded young man.

"Door master, I can go to recruit, there are more than a dozen Chinese agricultural aircraft pilots trained with me, although many of them have not done this work anymore, but I believe that they will definitely fly into the blue sky again, and will agree to go to China with me to fight side by side with my compatriots. There are also a lot of young Americans, many of whom have lost their jobs because of the loss of their farms, and they need jobs, and we hire them at a high salary, far more than the salary in the United States, and ask them to make it a dangerous job to help China defeat the invaders. The planes, equipment, supplies, and salaries of the personnel used by the air force do not need to be paid by the Chinese government, but are paid by the donations we have raised, and the Chinese government only needs to give us a place and guide us to fight. Zhou Dapeng confidently continued.

Obviously, the idea was not immediate, at least it had been in his mind for a long time.

Liu Lang and Situ Meitang looked at each other.

I have to say that Zhou Dapeng's statement made both of them a little moved.

It is natural that China, which lacks aircraft pilots, will have a well-trained aviation unit for nothing, which is naturally a pie in the sky for China. In the past time and space, the American Flying Tigers came to China with the acquiescence of the US government, similar to the existence of mercenaries.

Now, there can be a Chinese air force mercenary with a stronger sense of belonging to China, Liu Lang believes that no one in this world can refuse this temptation.