Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Dr. Wright had a bad feeling. Was President Qin using this method to disparage their tank development capabilities? Was this a pit he had dug in advance?

However, it didn't seem like a pre-arranged scheme. After all, it was just a chance encounter, a casual mention. No matter how capable President Qin was, he couldn't control Old Ba's actions, could he? Could it all be his improvisation? If so, then he was too strong, wasn't he?

Nie Xiaoqian's eyes were full of pride. Brother Yang was just that amazing. When he was talking to the Americans just now, she thought he just wanted to make money from them. Only now did she realize that Brother Yang was using this method to increase the odds of winning the bid. If the Americans needed to import tank technology from the East, then whose technology was more advanced was obvious, wasn't it?

"Dr. Wright, is that true?" Mirza took a deep breath and asked Dr. Wright.

Dr. Wright's face was gloomy. Deny it?

Of course not. So many people were present, how could he deny it? Perhaps there were people secretly monitoring and protecting them nearby, and those people had also heard their conversation.

Admit it?

They were here to bid, how could they admit something that would damage their reputation?

Moreover, this obviously involved some confidential information that was not convenient to disclose to the public at the moment.

"We are tired today and want to go back to rest. Goodbye." Dr. Wright didn't answer Mirza's question but stood up to say goodbye to everyone and left the teahouse.

"We should go back too," Qin Yang also stood up.

"Okay, then rest early. Fahata, President Qin and the others are staying at your house, right?" Mirza asked.

"Yes, I'll go back with them." Fahata led Qin Yang and the others home on foot. Under the dim streetlights, he couldn't help but ask, "President Qin, what tank technology are the Americans going to buy from you?"

"It's definitely not the engine, it's other subsystems," Qin Yang said with some regret. "They offered a maximum of ten million, but I asked for one hundred million. As a result, they got very angry. Alas, Dr. Wright is indeed just a technician, he doesn't understand sales. Commercial negotiations are all about bargaining. If they thought our price was too high, they could have just lowered it. As the old saying in the East goes, 'Ask for the sky, settle on the ground.' He didn't even bargain and just left. I'm also very helpless. Actually, if they gave us thirty to fifty million US dollars, we would have accepted it."

"How about I help you talk to them?"

"Okay, if you act as an intermediary and we reach a deal, we'll give you a commission."

"No, we are friends. Talking about money is an insult to our friendship."

"Alright, if we reach a deal, then we won't take this Type 85 tank back. We'll leave it for you to use."

"Really? That's great! By the way, President Qin, is it true that the American M1 tanks are downgraded before being exported?"

"Well, I was too embarrassed to say it in public. When we get back to your house, we'll discuss it in detail."

Fahata stopped walking. "At my house?"

"Yes, if we don't continue to contact them, how can we dig out those people behind the scenes?"

Fahata nodded, his expression serious.

The group returned, and the beautiful hostess once again warmly welcomed them. Qin Yang, on the other hand, spoke eloquently on the sofa on the first floor.

"The M1 tank uses the concept of lower hull armor protection. The top is flat, just a thin layer of steel plate. Therefore, to deal with this kind of tank, you can directly use the top-attack mode. Many anti-tank missiles can preset this mode, making it easy to hit the M1 tank."

"The M1 tank uses a gas turbine, which has very high requirements for air cleanliness. If there is too much dust along the way, the air filter will quickly become clogged, especially in desert areas. This kind of tank can't move an inch. If the enemy knows this defect in advance, spreading some lime powder on the tank's inevitable path can cause this tank to break down."

Qin Yang explained clearly how to deal with the M1 tank. As for whether it was effective, that would only be known on the battlefield.

It was caught, and an ordinary ring on its leg was removed and replaced with another identical ring, except that this ring had a built-in GPS receiver.

The homing pigeon was released again. For it, just now was just an accident. It didn't know that its whereabouts had been transmitted back to the ground in real time, and several cars scattered on different roads were receiving the location information together and following it.

This was a somewhat unsettling night.

Back at the hotel, Dr. Wright was extremely angry and cursed the damned Easterners with the most vicious language, especially that cunning President Qin! Too hateful! He didn't fall asleep drowsily until almost dawn.

He slept until sunset.

When he woke up, he heard the news he least wanted to hear.

"Today, Old Ba strongly requested a firepower test. We used export ammunition for the test, and Old Ba was very dissatisfied with our firepower. Later, they repeatedly studied our armor protection and believed that the armor on top of our vehicle was too thin and easily attacked from above. Half an hour ago, Old Ba officially made the decision to abandon the M1 tank and purchase the Type 85."

"Can't these stupid guys see the advantages of our M1 tank? Excellent maneuverability, first-class modification capabilities, advanced fire control system! All they see are some insignificant things!"

Knock knock! Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Me, Fahata, the director of the tank repair factory."

Fahata? Could there still be a turning point?

Dr. Wright looked at Fahata, who was walking in from outside, put his displeasure behind him, and squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Fahata, what's the matter?"

"Last night, your side had a very unpleasant argument with the Easterners because of the amount of money. I have already communicated with President Qin, and he is willing to reduce the price by half. If you have any ideas…"

"Half the price? That's still fifty million! We'll offer a maximum of ten million!"

"Dr. Wright, the army didn't like your M1 tank. Now, if your side doesn't do anything, you'll probably have to go back empty-handed. The price issue can still be discussed. If you have any ideas, I can help you arrange for President Qin to come out and talk about it together, how about it?"

Dr. Wright was silent for a moment.

Indeed, if he didn't accomplish anything and went back empty-handed, should he meet with President Qin again? What if there were gains? At least he had to extract some more technical routes from President Qin.

"Okay."