He was given a standing ovation as he stood there. It had taken him 40 years of work to start his crusade to cure humanity of greed and place everyone in their rightful position, and he knew that nothing could stop them now. He had three close allies—family members on the board from the most powerful force in China a half century ago—and his father’s wish to him was to keep the “Gang of Four” alive, take over China and the world, and to prove that they were the rightful leaders of the modern world.
They were leaving Headquarters for the beginning of their two week journey to New York harbor. This was the last time they would see their boardroom for a couple of years, maybe even longer. The 15 men were asked to stand up, each man wearing the same uniform of the new Politburo—the same clothes Mao Zedong wore most of his life. They were asked to stand in a line facing their chairman and each member was presented with two gold encrusted red books, the size of a postage stamp, to wear on their lapels to show their status in the world as a member of the new Zedong Politburo. They left the boardroom for the last time for their departure transfer from the Zedong Electronics building to their final destination: Shanghai Harbor, 170 miles away.
The chairman returned to his private office, which took up the entire 20th floor of the second building next door. As usual, he was followed by the 12 security guards and the engineer carrying the special packet and equipment, and the consul with the five special red buttons. He looked around for the last time. It was totally empty. All the furniture and priceless Chinese artifacts worth millions of dollars had been packed and placed aboard one of the container ships, taking up an entire, specially-made armored steel container to be unloaded in his new office in the White House—the Oval Office.
Each man had been given a set of two pieces of red leather travel luggage and these, with their silver suitcases were already placed in the lower hold of an extremely modern bus, fully armored-plated, with 16 rich, thick, reclining leather chairs.
Once all were aboard, the bus left the Zedong Electronics buildings with every one of the men looking at the two largest buildings in the area—one 30 stories high and the second newer building added in 2005, 20 stories high, where they had their suites of offices on the top 16 floors. It was the last time they would see their old place of work for a long time. Their new offices would be the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C.
The trip to the Shanghai airport from Nanjing took three hours. A dozen Red Guard motorcycles, the riders dressed in their red parade uniforms, rode in front and behind. It was a site to see as the bus, still with its motorcade drove into the airport. The airport road was thronged with Red Army Guards waving little red Mao Zedong flags. They drove into the airport and in front of them were the fleet of 30 shining new Air China 747ERs standing in three rows, and then off to one side were five of the biggest passenger aircraft in the world—Air China Airbus A380s—which had been delivered over the last two years. The chairman had done his math well. The first payments to Airbus Industries were due to begin on February 1st.
Zedong Electronics had not paid one Yuan for more than $10 billion Yuan worth of aircraft. Twenty-five of the newest Boeing 747-400ERs had been delivered over the last five years and less than $100 million Yuan had been paid for them, less than the cost of just one aircraft.
A large wooden seating platform had been placed with a grand view of all the aircraft for the occasion. The chairman climbed up the stairs to face the beautiful birds.
“Comrades, I stand between our two brave pilot teams who will take-off in one hour and be the pilots leading our first attack on mainland America,” the chairman continued standing between two groups of three men who had been the lucky ones to get the job. All six pilots stood at attention and looked straight ahead. They never looked at the chairman once, since they were too low in rank to even be seen looking at him.
“The first aircraft in our front line is the aircraft that will invade American airspace first. Over a certain country outside of the United States, the position of which only I know, she will meet up with her sister aircraft, the 747 transporter. At this moment the transporter, which at another location, is ready and holds the five million working electronic parts and spares ready to get New York’s airports and harbor infrastructure up and running. We will start by bringing the three New York airports and the complete harbor facilities back online with generator power so that we can take control of New York and start distributing food to our new citizens.”
“Down there,” he pointed to a group wearing white coats, “are 100 of our best Zedong electrical engineers. They are ready for the task of electrifying our new country and working hard to make her come alive again. To the right of them are 200 of our elite Mao Red Guards, who will protect our engineers from any old-world Americans who try to upset our plans.”
“Once these personnel have been deposited in New York, the aircraft will return here and all of our aircraft will leave 36 hours before our planned arrival in New York. The 20,000 troops they carry will be placed into position around the harbor and on the bridges, greeting our arrival into New York Harbor. They have 24 hours to terminate any opposition and then give us ground protection against any form of resistance from American military. Our aircraft will be refueled by our engineers and again return here to Shanghai to collect our second load of 20,000 Red Guards who will arrive as we arrive under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge into New York Harbor. With another 4,000 Red Guards aboard our naval and container ships, we will have a mighty force of over 40,000 soldiers to extinguish any capitalistic flames in America.” He paused for the applause.
“Five days after we arrive, a third flight of 20,000 Red Guard Marines will land in Washington D.C. and will be met by us personally at Ronald Reagan International Airport.” Again applause interrupted his speech.
“Two weeks from then, two more flights of 20,000 troops will be flown into Los Angeles International Airport, as well as another 4,000 troops on our naval vessels and container ships. Gentlemen, within a month, we will have a glorious Red Guard Army of over 110,000 men on American soil, all ready to populate the country with children from the remaining women of our new country.” There was another enthusiastic round of applause from the massive audience of 15,000 men listening.
“It now gives me great honor to rename this airport in the name of my father, who was one of the most prominent people in China. Comrades, I now dedicate this airport, which will henceforth be called the “Comrade Zhaung Chunqiao International Airport.”