When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

The tit-for-tat words made the visual sense of two vendors slandering each other in a small vegetable market even stronger. Seeing this, the tourists surrounding the booth turned their eyes to Rheinmetall next to them.

The eyes were full of curiosity, and at the same time, there was a little bit of thinking, as if they were really considering how many rounds of this tandem armor-piercing shell would be needed to knock down the armored vehicle over there.

After all, the story of using his spear to attack his shield has been passed down in China for thousands of years.

What's more.

Now there are two companies, one company sells shields and then sells shields, and then says that the person next to it is a fake.

The other company sells spears and says that the equipment in its hand is specifically for hitting the person next to it.

If this fight breaks out, wouldn't it be more fun?

"I think it takes at least 10 rounds! I saw its parameters, it really looks scary."

"But... even if you use 10 tandem armor-piercing shells, it's still a big profit to destroy this armored vehicle!"

"Indeed, if you make 10 tandem armor-piercing shells, even if you rub them by hand, you can make one in three days, and you can make 10 in a month, but this armored vehicle... forget it, it's still in the future."

"What do you think will happen if I make the armor of this armored vehicle thicker?"

"Then use 20 tandem armor-piercing shells here to attack the armor, and more importantly, if the armor of your armored transport vehicle is too thick, the carrying capacity will definitely decrease. In this case, why not just make a tank?"

"Add flour to more water, and add water to more flour, right?"

In the enthusiastic discussion of these tourists, the grievances between booths 67 and 68 gradually spread throughout the venue.

Stepping into the exhibition hall, feeling the cold wind coming towards him, Hassan breathed a sigh of relief, he was alive again.

He swore that he would definitely go out before 6 o'clock tomorrow, finish breakfast before 7 o'clock, and arrive at the venue before 7:30. He would never be late.

Because the weather is too hot!

In fact, Tehran is much cooler than here.

When the feeling of heat stroke slowly dissipated, he hung up his work badge, put the folder under his armpit, put his hands in his pockets, and slowly began to visit the booth.

As a purchasing specialist of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, he came here with only one task, that is, to find suitable equipment.

Of course, this equipment is not for himself, but for the Iraqi people. I don't know what's wrong with the people above, and they actually want to purchase weapons and give them to the Iraqi people.

During the Iran-Iraq War, everyone's blood feud is still there!

This... tanks are too expensive.

Armored vehicles... are too expensive.

It doesn't support Persian, it counts... It doesn't support Arabic, no, those Iraqi people are very low in education.

These high-end things won't be used by them, so there's no need to waste money.

Reluctantly turning his eyes away from the tanks and armored vehicles, Hassan continued to walk towards the exhibition booth inside.

Without finding the right equipment, he could only look at the surrounding tanks, armored vehicles, aircraft and missiles with admiration.

Unfortunately, these are toys of big countries. Iran does not have these capabilities and can only watch others produce these things.

As he walked, he stopped in front of the Rheinmetall booth.

Looking at the 120mm smoothbore gun in the center, the young man in his 30s couldn't help licking his lips.

This is really a good thing.

A few days ago, he met several people from Iraq to Iran, all of whom were veterans and people who came down from the front battlefield.

In their narration, the M1A2 tank equipped with this smoothbore gun has extraordinary firepower.

As long as the gun barrel turns over and aims at the target, one can be taken away directly.

After looking at it for a long time, he could only shake his head helplessly and cast his eyes on other equipment, because this damn thing is too expensive.

And it has to be purchased with conditions.

The Iranians themselves can't afford it, let alone give it to those Iraqi people.

In just a few minutes, he finished looking at the other equipment of Rheinmetall. He wanted it very much, but it was too expensive.

Turning back to prepare to go to the next booth, he glanced at the sign in front of the Rheinmetall booth, which was blocked by the crowd.

[The Rheinmetall next to it is a fake! ]

Following the instructions of the sign, Hassan slowly raised his head and looked at the booth No. 68 next to him. Seeing the other party's name, the young man from Iran was stunned.

Because he understands Chinese characters.

He turned his head again and looked at the Rheinmetall in front of him.

At this moment, he smelled the breath of gossip, and the whole person laughed.

Then he left the crowd and walked to the booth next to him. Just a glance, he saw everything on the booth.

Rockets, anti-aircraft missiles, mortars, small transport vehicles, and clothes.

Under each equipment, there is a sign with a price on it.

Hassan quickly looked at the prices on the signs, and his eyes widened.

This... is what he wants!

It's really a piece of cake!

Looking at the staff busy receiving guests at the booth, he stepped out of the crowd, straightened his wrinkled suit, and then took the briefcase in his hand to make sure that he looked like a civil servant again. Then he walked steadily towards the entrance of the booth next to him.

At the entrance of the booth, two smartly dressed girls from Shandong Province stood there, saying hello and welcome to everyone who came in to visit.

When he came to the two girls, Hassan bowed politely:

"Hello, beautiful receptionist, I would like to ask who I should contact if I want to make a purchase."

purchase?

Hearing these two words, the two girls guarding the entrance were stunned for two seconds, and then they raised their hands in unison and pointed at Lin Yu:

"Dear sir, this is our person in charge, Mr. Lin Yulin. If you have purchasing needs, you can contact him."

"this way please!"

The two girls turned around gracefully, placing their hands at their sides to guide Hassan.

In the direction of their fingers, there was a small compartment, about 4 square meters.

In this compartment, Lin Yu was sitting on a green wooden box. In front of him were two green wooden boxes with tea trays placed on them.

Every move here was under Lin Yu's nose. The two girls helped guide the way. On the opposite side, Lin Yu slowly raised the tea cup in his hand and invited Hassan to take a seat:

"Friend, would you like a cup of refreshing tea?"

Completely different from the coquettish bitches at the other booths!

Hassan took steps unconsciously and sat down on the box opposite Lin Yu.

Qiuqiu——

A cup of dark red tea was pushed in front of Hassan by Lin Yu, and his gentle voice said: "Try it, the black tea from Guizhou Province, there is sugar on the side. If you think it is too weak, you can add a little more."

Hassan held the tea cup with both hands and took a sip of tea. Then he closed his eyes and tasted it slowly. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the cup used to hold sugar on the wooden box.

He picked up two sugar cubes and threw them into the tea, shaking them gently. The sugar cubes slowly dissolved. He picked up the teacup again and took a sip.

It's bitter with a slight sweetness, this is the taste, it's very comfortable.

It was so comfortable that he closed his eyes involuntarily.

Feeling the strange feeling in his mouth, Hassan said softly: "Mr. Lin, I would like to ask, are you serious about the prices you put on the equipment?"

"Of course you are serious!" Lin Yu picked up the teapot, filled Hassan with another glass of water, put the teapot next to him, then sat up straight, looked at it for a moment, and then asked:

"I don't know what to call you!"

"Hassan! Hassan Wahid! From Iran!"

Hearing that this man was from Iran, Lin Yu slowly strengthened his body and showed an incredible expression.

Soon he changed his expression to one of indifference, and responded calmly:

"The prices on our signboards are our ex-factory prices. Of course, this price does not include tax."

"In international trade, tariff issues have always been troublesome, and that is the part that needs additional discussion."

"I wonder what Mr. Hassan wants? If there is someone I like, just ask."

But Hassan did not switch. He put down the teacup, threw two more sugar cubes into the teacup, picked up the spoon on the plate, stirred it, and said casually:

"Mr. Lin must have heard about what happened in Iraq. During this period, because of the American people's perverse behavior in Iraq, many Iraqis fled to our country."

"There are a lot of Iraqi civilians, and then they form their own faction and live in chaos along the border."

"There is no other way. Our domestic high-level officials discussed it and helped them buy some weapons and let them govern themselves. When the situation in Iraq improves, we will let them go back."

Hearing this, Lin Yu wanted to laugh.

God tnd civilians!

God tnd the civilians from Iraq need autonomy, wouldn't there be a better reason?

Lin Yu kept complaining in his heart and wanted to laugh.

Unlike other countries in West Asia, since the revolution broke out in Iran and overthrew the rule of the old king, this country has actively and passively withdrawn from the world economic system.

They took an extremely outrageous route of independence, but this route also allowed them to achieve a certain degree of self-sufficiency in their small arms.

What's more, if you really want those refugees from Iraq to have autonomy, wouldn't it be better to give them two sticks?

Why give a gun?

It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, but are you afraid that you won't die quickly enough?

I won’t even find an excuse, that’s enough!

In addition to feeling contempt, Lin Yu also narrowed his eyes. If he guessed correctly, the final recipients of this batch of equipment were not the so-called Iraqi refugees, but the Kurds and Shiite Iraqis in northern Iraq. .

This guy's purpose in purchasing this batch of weapons is most likely to cultivate an agent in Iraq, and then slowly cut America's knife to make America bleed.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu put his fingers on the wooden box in front of him, tapped it twice, and asked, "I wonder how much Mr. Hassan is going to buy?"

"What we sell here is large in quantity, and we can give you some discounts if the purchase quantity is large enough."