Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

That night, Christopher didn't sleep well. Since arriving in the East, he had been high above, directing the world, enjoying every day, and sleeping soundly when he returned at night.

But today, he was sleepless all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could hear the sound of explosions in his ears, feel the ground shaking, and seem to see parts scattered all over the ground.

This was simply his inner demon. He had already booked his plane ticket and wanted to leave here as soon as possible. He never wanted to come to the East again, as it had left him with very bad memories.

There were also some people who didn't sleep.

"Is what Christopher said true? Could there be an Eastern conspiracy here?" Jack asked Michael with a gloomy look.

"This matter is indeed a bit of a coincidence, but if we are to say that it is an Eastern conspiracy, I don't think they necessarily have the guts to create an explosion just to steal one of our tank engines, even damaging their own chassis," Michael said. "Christopher also made it very clear that the entire process was under his supervision, and it was absolutely impossible for that tank to have another engine installed."

"Yes, if they hid that engine, there would be no other engine that could drive the tank uphill, but…" Jack rolled his eyes and continued, "We still can't completely trust the Easterners. We have to see their reaction. Tomorrow, if the Easterners are indifferent to our withdrawal from the bidding and acquiesce to our actions, it means there is a problem. If they react strongly, we can judge that the Easterners have not tampered with anything."

"That's right, Mr. Jack, your plan is very good," Michael nodded.

"Hmph, you are truly untrustworthy and fickle!" Qin Yang said, "When we were discussing cooperation with you, you said repeatedly that you could withstand external pressure, but what about now? We haven't even complained about the defects in your transmissions and the engine's tendency to catch fire, yet you want to terminate the contract first?"

Michael glanced at Jack somewhat awkwardly. This American hadn't left and wanted to stay and see the Easterners' reaction for himself. Was it a bit inappropriate for him to hear these words now?

"General Manager Qin, this is just a misunderstanding," Jack stood up. "No one will put pressure on the British. It's just that they suddenly realized that the production capacity of this engine is insufficient, and they may not be able to provide you with mass quantities. In order not to affect the development of your tractors, they can only resort to this strategy."

"Who are you?"

"I am your friend," Jack said. "If you want 700-800 horsepower engines, we have as many as you want, but we can't provide any higher horsepower than that."

"Hmph, what can 700-800 horsepower do? It's simply not enough to drive our planned large tractors," Qin Yang said. "We must have 1200 horsepower engines. If you British won't sell them, we'll go find someone else. Someone will always sell them to us."

"I guarantee that no one will sell them to you," Jack said. "This is a serious violation of the Coordinating Committee for Multilateral Export Controls agreement. Even the French wouldn't openly violate this agreement. However, are you really not considering 700-800 horsepower engines? Even improving your existing Type 59 tanks would be good."

"Hmph, what is this supposed to be? Charity for us? We don't need it. This kind of behavior of yours will lead to a loss of credibility. We will never cooperate with you again!" Qin Yang was still very angry and began to make threats.

"Unless you compensate us for our losses, we may forgive you and continue to cooperate," Qin Yang continued. The other party definitely wouldn't compensate, but this stance had to be made. What if they could extort some money from the other party? No matter how much, it wouldn't be too little.

Compensation? Michael narrowed his eyes. What compensation? Are you kidding me? He was just about to say a few sarcastic words when Jack spoke.

"General Manager Qin, you are not only the General Manager of Fangbei Company, but also the Director of the Capital Farm Implement Factory. You are someone who does big things. Your factory is definitely not limited to making some guns. Would you like to use our technology to modify the Type 59 tank and give this tank stronger combat capabilities?" Jack continued to ask.

Qin Yang stopped. What did this guy mean? Could it be that our production of modified tanks for Iran had been discovered by them?

Impossible. We have been very secretive, and it is impossible for outsiders to know about it now. That guy from the sales department of Factory 617 was sentenced to several years just for leaking secrets internally. If he leaked secrets to foreigners, he would definitely be shot.

If it wasn't a leak, then could it be that the other party was also here for profit?

"Your technology?"

"That's right. Your side has always been at a disadvantage in tank engines. The Type 59 tank is still using the outdated T-34 tank engine, which is already outdated. We have many advanced engines in our country, such as the Detroit Diesel's 750 horsepower 8V-92TA diesel engine, combined with the General Motors' XTG-411 fully automatic transmission, even if the weight of the tank is increased to 40 tons, it can still run at a maximum speed of 60 kilometers per hour."

Qin Yang was immediately stunned. This guy was an American? He thought he was British! Now, this guy was too unaware of how to disguise himself, wasn't he? He actually started snatching the British's business directly?

However, what he said was indeed likely to be realized. If it was modified in this way, it would be the famous Jaguar project in history! If the project hadn't taken too long and was forced to terminate in 1989, it might have really been successful.

"General Manager Qin, are you interested?"

"Are you American? From Detroit?"

Jack nodded.

"You're not with the British?"

A nameless fire rose in Michael's heart. Was Jack stepping on his side to do business with the Easterners? Messing up his project so they could reach out and cooperate with the Easterners? Was that a bit too much?

Jack continued to nod.

"Okay, you're not with them, very good! If you provide prototypes for us to test, then we can be friends," Qin Yang said. "As for the British, forget it! Hmph, Anglo-Saxons have no credibility, we will never be friends with them again!"