Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

The impulsive excitement faded, and Old Lin finally calmed down. He looked at Qin Yang with emotion, thinking that casually drawing a design diagram and getting Rafael's people to agree to export the technology was just too amazing!

In the future, if there are any import projects, he would have to bring Qin Yang along. He was someone who could create miracles!

"Alright, then let's discuss the details," Ronnie Zahavi said. "Your side needs tens of thousands of missiles, so how about purchasing an initial batch of five thousand missiles from us? The unit price can be reduced to 150,000 US dollars per missile, and you can import the technology to produce the rest yourselves."

"At most five hundred missiles," Qin Yang began to bargain. "A price of 150,000 US dollars is too expensive. We can only offer 100,000 US dollars per missile. That would be exactly 50 million US dollars, how about it?"

"No, that's impossible!"

Ronnie Zahavi almost stood up. Five hundred missiles? And at 100,000 US dollars each? How much money could they even make?

"I'm sorry, we only applied for a purchase budget of 50 million US dollars this time. If your side is unwilling to sell, then we can only go to other suppliers. Although your Python-3 missile has decent performance, it's not the only option."

"If you leave us, what missiles can you choose?"

"Super Sidewinder," Qin Yang said. "The American-made AIM-9L also uses an indium antimonide seeker and has all-aspect attack capabilities. During the Bekaa Valley air battle, you not only launched a large number of Python-3s, but you should have also launched quite a few Super Sidewinders, right? How about that missile?"

"Your side won't be able to buy the production technology for the Super Sidewinder missile, and you might not even be able to buy the Super Sidewinder missile itself."

"The United States is even willing to sell us Tomcat fighters now, let alone Super Sidewinder missiles. It's a pity they're too expensive, we can't afford them," Qin Yang said. "If we weren't short on money, why would we come to inspect your Python-3? If you really want to do business with us, then show the attitude you should have, otherwise, we can only tighten our belts and run to purchase Tomcat fighters and various matching missiles."

Don't be fooled by how much Israel boasts about the Python-3. In fact, many air force pilots prefer the AIM-9L. This is like their self-developed Lavi fighter; the technical staff hopes to provide the air force with an advanced fighter, but the air force prefers the F-15 and F-16.

"If your side insists, then we can only say sorry," Qin Yang stood up. "Let's go."

The others also stood up.

Old Lin felt a little reluctant. If they could purchase such advanced missiles, the air force's combat effectiveness would be greatly improved. If they missed this opportunity, there wouldn't be another one. What Tomcat fighters? That was just castles in the air. If they really rose up, would the other side be able to stop them?

Although reluctant, Old Lin couldn't hesitate. Since Qin Yang said they should leave, he had to get up.

Just as his butt was leaving the seat, Ronnie Zahavi gritted his teeth: "If your side is sincere, then you must purchase at least a thousand missiles!"

"Six hundred missiles!"

"Eight hundred missiles, can't go any lower!"

"Okay, deal!" Qin Yang made the decision.

Old Lin was full of excitement on the side. Eight hundred missiles, it really was eight hundred missiles. Whatever Director Qin said was what it was.

"But the price is 100,000 each, don't even think about raising the price again."

"Okay, then it's 100,000 each, but one pylon costs 100,000 US dollars, and every four missiles are matched with one pylon."

Pylons!

Missiles can't be used as soon as they are bought back. There must be something to connect with the wings. This is the missile pylon. The Python-3 uses advanced indium antimonide seeker missiles, which require cooling when activated. The special liquid nitrogen cooling tank is installed inside the pylon, as well as matching weapon interfaces, etc. The existing pylons in China are not universal.

"Okay, then your side must be responsible for installing and debugging for us, and on-site service will not incur additional costs until our fighters can launch this missile normally!"

"Of course not, we need to charge a technical service fee, but we can charge less, probably... one million US dollars for the modification cost of one fighter."

"We can give you at most 1.6 million for two fighters, which is already the limit we can bear."

"Okay!"

Not in a hurry? Ronnie Zahavi frowned.

"Okay, since an agreement has been reached, of course you can visit the production line," Natalie nodded. "I'll take you there. Qin, this way please, let's go to the cafeteria for lunch first."

Qin Yang stood up: "Thank you."

Rafael is a large company with thousands of employees, and there are several cafeterias. Natalie led everyone to one of the high-end cafeterias, which was almost the same as a restaurant outside.

In the bright and clean private room, there was a large round table covered with a white tablecloth. Plates of delicious food were brought up, with excellent color, aroma, and taste.

"Everyone, due to time constraints, please just eat something casually in our cafeteria at noon. In the evening, we will hold a banquet at the Sheraton Hotel," Natalie took over from Ronnie Zahavi to entertain everyone.

"You are too polite. In fact, a special sandwich for each of us would be enough," Qin Yang said modestly, looking at the dishes on the table.

"You know our sandwiches?"

"Yes, isn't your lunch often a sandwich? The outside is a pita bread, and some things are put inside, such as fried eggplant, boiled eggs, hummus, tahini, salad, and even french fries, which is similar to our oriental caibaozi."

"How do you know so clearly? Have you been here before?" Natalie asked curiously.

"In our oriental words, it's called 'know yourself and your enemy, and you will never be defeated,'" Qin Yang said. "Of course, I had to do some research before coming."

"Is that so? Then look at the grilled fish in front of you, do you know its origin?" Natalie blinked her big blue eyes, full of interest in Qin Yang.

"Legend has it that Jesus once asked Peter to net one of each type of fish in the Sea of Galilee. As a result, he netted one hundred and fifty-three large fish. This fish has a large belly and small ends. It should be the Peter's fish, which ranks first among the one hundred and fifty-three types of fish in the Sea of Galilee."

The two chatted happily. Nie Xiaoqian sat silently beside them, her expression indifferent, but she couldn't help but secretly reach out her finger, pinched a piece of flesh on Qin Yang's thigh, and then twisted it ninety degrees.