Harris glanced helplessly, inside the room, the legend is the eighteenth century, the antiques of the Tsarist era.

He actually likes these antiques, because as we all know, the United States is a country with no history, and old things that are one or two decades old are antiques for them.

But he couldn't be happier now, and it seemed that the antique could no longer bring him any joy.

Facing this legendary Mr. Fang, he felt incomprehensible, and he had no way or clue.

If it was in the United States or elsewhere, he could still think of a way, but this is Russia, and this Mr. Fang's energy in Russia is too great.

The only thing he seemed to be able to do was to pray in his heart all the time, praying that those Huaxia people had nothing to do with Mr. Fang and didn't know Mr. Fang.

For this reason, he has been arranging for someone to keep an eye on the Grand Moscow Hotel to see if those Chinese people will come to Mr. Fang.

However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

As Murphy's Law says, the more you don't want to meet, the more likely it is to happen.

Not only did these people find Mr. Fang, but it seemed that they had a good relationship with Mr. Fang, otherwise Mr. Fang would not have received them in his presidential suite instead of the conference room.

But he would never be so restrained, a sharp glint flashed in Harris's eyes.

"You give Dondukov another $200,000 for Franklin's face, a bit of a discipline. ”

With a flick of Harris's hand, a green dollar fell to the ground, and the Franklin head on it had a shallow smile, as if he was laughing, but he didn't know who he was laughing at.

Early the next morning, Wu Maocai and Niu Hongwei, Xia Chengan sat in Fang Chen's tiger head and ran towards the Yakovlev Design Bureau.

Compared with yesterday, Wu Maocai has become much calmer.

Because when he reported to Fang Chen yesterday, Fang Chen didn't say anything, but in the end he gave him four words, do whatever he wants.

All of a sudden, he had a lot of confidence in his heart, not to mention that he was confident.

Niu Hongwei and Xia Cheng'an on the side looked a little nervous, helpless and nervous, to be honest, they really didn't want Wu Maocai to come forward instead of Fang Chen.

However, today, they feel that Wu Maocai seems to have changed a little, and seems to have grown up a little bit.

Although such an adjective may not be appropriate for a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old adult, it is really how they feel in their hearts.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask you, why did the Yakovlev Design Bureau break the contract with you?" Wu Maocai suddenly asked.

"Northrop pays more than we do. Xia Chengan said helplessly.

Anyway, it's all a closed space here, and there is no need to worry about what partition walls have ears, Xia Chengan said directly: "After the Yakovlev Design Bureau broke the contract, I went to find their person in charge, Dondukov, and he told us that Northrop had two million dollars more than us. ”

"Then you can pay for it?" Wu Maocai was even more puzzled, he really didn't understand that just two million was stumped for Niu Hongwei?

You must know that they are behind the country, and two million should not be a big problem, even if it is a dollar.

Usually he conveys documents for Fang Chen, and the numbers on them are still tens of millions, hundreds of millions, and he hasn't seen Jiu Ye feel distressed.

And following Jiu Ye's side, he has become accustomed to Jiu Ye's way of doing things, and when he encounters all difficulties, he first considers whether he can solve it by throwing money, and if he can't solve it by throwing money, he will consider other ways to solve it.

In the words of the Ninth Master, the problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Hearing this, Niu Hongwei and Xia Chengan's faces suddenly became a little embarrassed, and they felt that the words they had just praised Wu Maocai for growing up could already be taken back.

"Our Ninth Master still has to spend tens of millions at every turn, sometimes even hundreds of millions. ”

Wu Maocai's words suddenly stabbed Niu Hongwei and Xia Cheng'an in the hearts again.

Niu Hongwei laughed dryly, "Two million dollars, China can still afford to grit its teeth, but the key is that if you pay for it, you can't fight Northrop, or there is no need to spend so much money." ”

If you take a country as an example, Huaxia is definitely richer than an arms company in Northrop, but you must know that Huaxia has more places to spend money.

The funds allocated to the Ministry of Aviation Industry are even less, and the reason why they dared to attack the Yak 141 this time was that the Navy promised to squeeze out 30 million Chinese dollars from the funds.

"If there was money, so many projects would not have been launched. Xia Chengan was a little emotional, and even said lonely.

He is the director of the Ministry of Aviation Industry, and he has a deeper feeling in this regard, Huaxia has no money, there is really no money, especially in this aviation and aircraft industry, which has a large investment, slow results, and no foundation.

They can barely afford two million dollars, but Northrop can easily pay more, even if it is five million dollars, or even ten million dollars, which they believe is nothing to Northrop.

In this case, it is not interesting to fight with Northrop for these two million dollars.

Wu Maocai nodded, he also knew what the current situation was in China, but he didn't expect that even Niu Hongwei and them would be so poor.

But he still had a question in his mind, "Then why don't you go to trouble the Yakovlev Design Bureau? After all, this is the contract they ruined." ”

Niu Hongwei and Xia Chengan's faces turned white, and they found that Wu Maocai really didn't come to help, but specifically to prick their hearts.

In addition to the identity of the head of the Yakovlev Design Bureau, Dondukov also served as the deputy People's Commissar of the Soviet Ministry of Aerospace, which was equivalent to a cadre at the deputy ministerial level.

Even if they broke the contract, they didn't do anything.

Even, before they came to Fang Chen, they had already asked the embassy for help, and the embassy had nothing to do with cadres of this level, so they couldn't let the ambassador go to the Soviet Foreign Ministry to protest, then this was an outright state act, and the matter would be completely big and not in line with the purpose of their trip.

They came this time, all in the name of enterprises and research institutes, in order not to provoke Russia and Western countries too much.

Of course, there is also the meaning of accumulating grain, slowly becoming the king, and cultivating the plank road in the dark.

Now it was indeed the time of last resort, otherwise they really didn't want to trouble Fang Chen.

After all, before coming, the above has already explained, if it is not a big matter and cannot be completely solved, don't bother Fang Chen, obviously the above is also afraid of using too many favors, and the favors will be thin, or they will compensate Fang Chen from other aspects.

After Xia Cheng'an's explanation, Wu Maocai completely understood that sometimes this ambassador is not easy to co-author.

The distance from the center of Moscow was not too far, it took more than half an hour to drive.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Wu Mao suddenly found that several Cadillac cars had already stopped at the gate of the Yakovlev Design Bureau, and it seemed that they had not come much earlier than them.

There is no doubt that these Cadillacs belong to Northrop, because all foreign imported cars in Russia, except for some foreign businessmen who are allowed to bring their own, must be imported from their automobile alliance.

And the Auto Alliance has never imported Cadillac at all, and Ted in the United States has just opened up the situation, and only sent a batch of Chevrolets, and he hasn't taken care of selling them.

Moreover, Berezovsky also quarreled with the Ninth Master for the sake of foreign businessmen allowing them to bring their own cars, feeling that these foreign businessmen had infringed on the interests of the Automobile Union.

In the end, the ninth master and Kadannikov discussed that each foreign company should not bring more than five cars, which can be regarded as appeasing Berezovsky.

At that time, he still remembered that Berezovsky also said eloquently that the car union made money, but Kadannikov and that one profited.

The implication is that those foreign businessmen brought too much, but Kadannikov and that one can't get along with themselves.

However, Wu Mao soon found out that the other party seemed to be waiting for them on purpose, and when he saw them coming, he got out of the car.

Wu Maocai smiled slightly and got out of the car.

Harris looked Wu Maocai up and down, feeling a little helpless, he waited here for a long time, just to know who Mr. Fang had sent.

But fortunately, it was Mr. Fang's secretary.

If Berezovsky or Mr. Fang himself had come to speak, he would have been able to retreat at this time.

Moreover, he stayed up all night last night, checked some things about Mr. Fang, and had two more cards in his hand, which gave him two more points of confidence.

"Hello Mr. Wu, it's a pleasure to meet you. Harris first said hello to Wu Maocai.

Looking at Harris's outstretched hand, Wu Maocai sneered, and then 'poofed', spat in front of Harris, and then raised his head, like a tall big rooster, swaggering into the door of the Yakovlev Design Bureau.

Anyway, the ninth master said, do whatever you want!

He didn't spit on the white-skinned gringo's face now, which was already counted as the reason why he had followed the Ninth Master and improved his cultivation in the past year.

And according to Berezovsky's meaning, he can actually destroy this white-skinned gringo with a single shot.

In other words, this white-skinned gringo is still alive and breathing fresh air, in fact, he should be grateful for his grace not to kill.

Looking at the spit on the ground, and the hand that he had stretched out, Harris's face turned blue and white, his other hand was clenched into a fist, his whole body trembled slightly, and the anger in his heart had burned to the extreme!

If it was Berezovsky, or Mr. Fang, a mere secretary would dare to humiliate him like this!

"President Harris, what do we do now?" asked a clerk timidly.

"What to do?" a sinister smile flashed across Harris's lips, "Go in, and then announce to them that the Yak 141 must be our Northrop Company! No matter what they say or what price they offer, I won't back down!"

He originally thought about it, if it really didn't work, he would retreat, for an existence like Mr. Fang, if he couldn't provoke it, he wouldn't provoke it, and the company could think of other ways, or find a way in the future.

But now, he has decided to fight this little secretary to the end!

"You take someone to the drawing room now, whether you spend money or send someone, tonight, I want to see all the drawings of the Yak 141, and load them on the plane and transport them. Harris gritted his teeth and said word for word.

To put it mildly, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many drawings of the Yak 141 and needed to be sorted out, he would have run back to the United States with these drawings a long time ago.

The clerk was dumbfounded, and subconsciously swallowed and foamed, these data drawings Yakovlev Design Bureau expected two months to be sorted out, and now it has only been less than ten days.

Isn't it a fantasy that Harris now asked him to sort out all the data drawings tonight and then load them on a plane and pull them away?

Carefully explained to Harris, Hasri suddenly came to his senses, he was really mad by Wu Maocai, and he didn't even expect that the weight of the entire set of aircraft drawings was calculated in tons.

"Then you do your best, sort out as much as you can, but you have to pull it away today, pull it away as much as you can, and prevent long nights from dreaming too much. Harris took a deep breath.

He is still sure to overpower Wu Maocai today, but he won't know in the future, if Mr. Fang comes forward, maybe tomorrow it will be the turn of the Yakovlev Design Bureau to break the contract with him.

So tonight, no matter what, he will also pull the drawings of the Yak-141 to the plane.

Moreover, unlike Huaxia, Huaxia had to have a complete set of drawings to make the Yak 141, and they did not intend to make the Yak 141 from beginning to end.

After all, it is impossible for the Ministry of Defense to allow a fighter from the Soviet Union to be included in the ranks.

This is a slap in the face of the United States, and those who don't know it think that American fighters are already inferior to the Soviets.

And they, Northrop, as a fighter jet manufacturing company, will not do this.

Besides, the Yak-141, not all of them can be seen, as far as the backward mechanical and electrical equipment of the Soviet Union and the cockpit layout are simply the level of their United States twenty years ago, only a backward country like China will make it according to the drawings of the Yak-141.

What they needed was only a part of the Yak-141's technology, so even if they only took some of the drawings, it wouldn't be too much of a loss.

Wu Maocai strode towards the Yakovlev Design Bureau, and the expressions on Niu Hongwei and Xia Chengan's faces didn't know whether they were worried or happy.

How can this be said before we start talking, I almost spit on someone's face, this must be strictly calculated, it is a violation of the discipline of domestic and foreign relations, but except for Fang Chen, no one can sanction Wu Maocai.

But to be honest, my heart is really cool, as refreshing as eating sorbet in the summer.

During this time, they don't know how much Northrop has suffered.