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negotiation?

Kovalev patted his head with his hand, and then he remembered that a few days ago, the commerce department invited dignitaries from several African countries under the pretext of economic development.

Everyone is eating, drinking and shopping, now should be the time for negotiation.

When he thought of negotiations, Kovalev's head suddenly grew bigger, because once negotiations were involved, a large amount of intelligence support was required.

Although these matters have little to do with their Federal General Staff Intelligence Bureau, they are mainly the work of the Foreign Intelligence Service.

However, because our businesses may sometimes overlap, even their Federal Staff Intelligence Bureau needs to be on call anytime, anywhere, waiting for issues revealed during negotiations, and then provide targeted intelligence.

But turning his head, he looked at Yenikov next to him with a look of disbelief on his face, frowned slightly, and asked cautiously:

"Are they negotiating? Why haven't they contacted us? Don't they need intelligence support?"

"Yeah!" Yenikov scratched his head with his hand and responded unnaturally:

"Actually, it can't be called negotiation, right?"

"After all, it is those African countries who are asking us, and this is almost a unilateral... unilateral request."

"So, I didn't call you."

"Calculating the time, the first negotiation should be completed. Do you want to go over? If you want to go over, then I will call them in advance, otherwise you won't be able to get in."

While speaking, Yenikov reached out and picked up the phone on the table, but he did not press the number, but looked at Kovalev quietly.

At the desk, Kovalev pondered for a moment, shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and pressed back Yenikov's hand holding the phone:

"It's not necessary. Since you didn't call me, it means I don't need to appear."

"My hurried appearance now may cause accidents."

"I'd better make arrangements for Afghanistan as soon as possible to avoid trouble in the future."

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, Yenikov quickly raised his hand to stop him. Then, under the doubtful gaze of the other party, he picked up a pen and wrote a name on the notebook in front of him.

【Petrov】

Behind the name was a series of addresses and phone numbers. Handing the piece of paper to Kovalev, Yenikov said softly:

"This is the Department of Defense's operations specialist in Afghanistan. If you have any operations, please contact him."

Taking the paper in his hand, Kovalev glanced over the paper and memorized the name, phone number, and address on the paper. He put the paper back on the table and nodded to the person opposite. Turn around and leave directly.

After he disappeared from the door of the room, Yenikov picked up the paper and also picked up the lighter, lit the paper on fire and threw it into the ashtray.

After the paper burned out, the defense minister picked up another cigarette and banged it twice in the ashtray to completely crush the ashes after burning the paper.

Even the best spies can't get information from these ashes.

After doing all this, he turned on the computer in front of him and continued to watch the news leisurely.

On the other side, Moscow’s Polygonal Palace.

A negotiation is taking place in the conference room in the core area.

The Polygonal Palace, on the west side of the Kremlin Church Square, is a building built in the period of Ivan III.

Started in 1487 and completed in 1491, it was later destroyed by fire and then rebuilt in the 16th century.

This palace, within the Kremlin, is famous for its antiquity and luxury. Because the architect of this palace came from Italy, this building has an obvious Italian Renaissance architectural style.

It is precisely because this palace represents Russian culture that many important events are held here.

Naturally, this also includes this negotiation.

In the conference room on the west side of the third floor, exquisite wooden tables like paper clips run through the conference room. On the left are representatives of the Russian military, and on the right are military representatives from Congo-Brazzaville.

People on both sides looked at each other. The Russian side looked very calm, while the people on the Congo-Brazzaville side looked angry.

On the Congo-Brazzaville side, they were sulking for a while. Herrera, who was sitting in the middle, raised his hands, waved them like he was conducting a symphony, and said forcefully:

"My dear Mr. Mievsiewicz, please allow me to call you this. I need to reiterate again that what we in Congo need are weapons and equipment, not troops!"

"What we need is independence!"

His emphatic words fell into the ears of Mievsevich. The Russian Deputy Minister of Defense smiled and continued to gesture with his hands and said:

"My dear Mr. Herrera, I suggest that you take a good look at the terms of our cooperation."

"First of all, you don't have money to buy equipment. All you have is various minerals, and it takes time to convert these minerals into our money."

"And this time is enough for your local tribes to come and fuck us many times with America's money."

"Based on this, we need to send armed personnel to Congo for security work."

"The project is large and the scope is wide, so we have more people. With more people, we need some space to build two simple airports. Isn't this natural?"

"And, can your people use those weapons and equipment?"

"These people we send out can help you teach for free, right?"

Faced with this seemingly concession, Herrera shook his head slightly and refused:

"no!"

"If there are only three or four hundred people, then I can think that you are trying to protect your own interests. However, the number you mentioned is one or two thousand people."

"Three to four hundred elite Russians can already launch a war in Africa."

"With one or two thousand people, I can't even imagine what you want to do."

"Therefore, I cannot agree to your conditions."

"sorry!"

After stating his bottom line, Herrera stood up, bent down to Mievsiewicz, and then lowered his head to collect the documents in front of him.

He packed the documents very slowly, which was surprising, and completely inconsistent with his height of more than two meters.

Five minutes later, the documents were packed away. Herrera nodded again to Mievsevic opposite, picked up the documents, and walked out with the others.

And he walked very slowly, very slowly.

Each step is only about 20 centimeters.

He seems to be waiting for someone to stop him!

However, until Herrera walked out of the conference room, the Russians in the conference room did not stop him.

When the Congolese people disappeared at the door, Mievsiewicz pressed the microphone in front of him and said into the microphone:

"Have people come in and clean up, and then let the Congolese people come in."

After saying these forcefully, the deputy minister with a military background immediately closed his eyes and prepared for negotiations from another country.

At this time, the person next to him tilted his head and asked softly:

"Mr. Minister, if we are so strong, will they..."

The man didn't say what he said next, but his hesitant look said everything he wanted to say.

These hesitant words made Mievsiewicz suddenly open his eyes. He glanced casually at the person next to him, shook his head, and explained softly:

"Your worries are unnecessary. Compared with America, we don't need to do too well. We just need to behave like human beings."

"Moreover, at this critical moment, if we agree too readily, it will appear in the eyes of these niggas that we are afraid of America, causing them to miscalculate their own weight."

"It would be fine if their people were dumber. If these people react and take this as a threat, do you think we still need to continue talking to them?"

"Military negotiations are different from commercial negotiations. Military negotiations require aggressiveness, demanding high prices, and then paying back the money."

"Just watch, they will agree!"

"After all, he has already stated their limit, three to four hundred people."

After patiently explaining to the person next to him, Mievsiewicz closed his eyes again, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and began to rest.

In the corridor outside the conference room, the delegations from Congo-Brazzaville and the Democratic Republic of the Congo passed by each other. The two countries were next to each other and their names were very different, so everyone in the corridor knew each other.

Although they knew that each other was in Russia through some secret channels, when they really met in the same corridor.

Moreover, one party is about to enter the conference room, and the other party is coming out of the conference room. This feeling is very strange, and I really want to... do something!

When the elevator was approaching, Herrera suddenly turned around and shouted to the Democratic Republic of the Congo delegation: "Boca, come on!"

After saying this, the elevator arrived, the elevator door opened, and Herrera stepped into the elevator without any hesitation.

When he was suddenly shouted at the door of the conference room, Boka, the Deputy Minister of Defense of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, was also stunned. He turned around to look for Herrera, but found that the other party had disappeared from the elevator entrance and had no trace.

He stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and then used his hands to rub his head, which had been swollen due to anxiety recently. Boka strode into the conference room. He walked in with his front legs. The guard guarding the door with his back legs pulled the door open and closed the door tightly. close.

On the first floor, the elevator door opened. Herrera stepped out of the elevator and looked at the beautiful hall in front of him. He didn't have any appreciation in his heart, only lament.

After lamenting, he called his secretary and asked him to take out his camera and take photos of the delegation.

After taking the photo, a group of people walked out of the Polygonal Palace, got in their cars, and drove towards the embassy. After returning to the embassy, ​​Herrera picked up the embassy's phone and called directly back to the country:

"The Russians agreed to sell us weapons and equipment, including five sets of S200s, T72 tanks, and Scud missiles."

"But they asked for troops to be stationed. Their request was for one or two thousand people, but when I told them three or four hundred people, they didn't express any objection."

After a while, a voice came from the phone. Listening to these words, Herrera's head seemed to have become two people, shaking his head from time to time, and then nodding from time to time.

Finally, it was all condensed into one sentence.

"The problem is, if we don't buy equipment from Russia, then where do we buy it from? China? Their equipment standards are different from Russia, America, and the European Union."

"If we bought their equipment, almost all of them would need to be retuned, which would be a huge waste of time."

"In terms of path dependence, I still tend to buy from Russia."

After these words, the people on both sides of the phone fell into silence.

Like them, Lin Yu, who was far away in Yanjing, also fell into silence.

Because he received an invitation from the business department.

And the person who sent him the invitation was Zhou Changyao.

To be precise, the business department invited Zhou Changyao, and then took him along.

As for the specific reason, it was because of a business cooperation request from an African country.

Holding the invitation in his hand, Lin Yu scratched his face with his hand, looked at Zhou Changyao in front of him with an uncomfortable face, and asked softly:

"My great Zhou, you really know how to pick the time. We are working hard and collecting data in the training ground of the anti-terrorism brigade every day, but you suddenly received a message that you have to participate in business negotiations."

"I haven't even prepared my clothes. You asked me to participate. Isn't that embarrassing for us?"

"Also, you are from the General Staff Department, and I am strictly from the General Logistics Department. In other words, we are all inside the army."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to interfere in business negotiations like this?"

After saying that, he scratched his butt.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Changyao folded his hands indifferently and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile:

"I know that too, but the Ministry of Commerce first reported this business to the higher-ups, and then the higher-ups agreed, and finally decided to pull us out."

"As for the higher-ups' intention, it's nothing more than going out to discuss business cooperation with a country called Namibia."

"And this time, they also offered us a condition that we couldn't refuse, which is the mining rights of uranium mines."

"Speaking of uranium mines, you should know why the country attaches so much importance to it, right?"

Namibia and uranium mines, these two things together, Lin Yu knew that he had to go to this business negotiation.

Because China lacks uranium.

This land is good in every way, but it lacks uranium and oil.

Namibia, full name the Republic of Namibia, borders Angola, Zambia, Botswana, and South Africa.

The area is 824,269 square kilometers, and the population...

According to the data of the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, the population of Namibia in 2000 was 1.819 million.

It can be said to be a sparsely populated country among sparsely populated countries.

And because it is located in Africa, the country is very rich in mineral resources. Mining, fishery and animal husbandry are the three traditional pillar industries of this country, and manufacturing is almost zero.

According to the data that I paid attention to some time ago, the total GDP of the entire country of Namibia in 2002 was 3.9 billion US dollars, which is not as much as the fraction of the amount held by the Kadazo family.

The gap between people is like this.

Therefore, this country came to China and wanted to conduct business negotiations. There is only one way to go.

That is to exchange minerals for construction!

As we all know, the excellent matching mechanism of the African region makes the wild area of ​​this region very dangerous, and most of these mines are located in the wild area.

In the wild area, you need a little fist to get in.

Lin Yu scratched his butt again and nodded his head gently: "I know!"

"Then I'll find a... find a tailor shop to order a set of clothes."

"You can just wear a military uniform. If you don't have one, I can ask others to lend you one. Don't waste money!" With the attitude that waste is shameful, Zhou Changyao came up with a novel idea!