On the night when Wang Chuanchen and Lu Jiadong embarked on their journey to Yangcheng, the British Consulate General in Yangcheng, China, located in the southern suburbs of Yangcheng, in a secluded small tea restaurant, the dim lights should shine on the swaying red wine, coupled with the layout of the typical English style around, making people feel as if they had returned to the quiet and distant British country castle.

"Mr. Blomberg, welcome to Yangcheng, China, come, and toast to meet again in this mysterious country of the East!"

"Hehe!" Hearing the words of the British man opposite, Bromberg couldn't help but show a seemingly bright smile on his face, and then raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Cheers, Mr. Anderson!"

"I really didn't expect you, Mr. Anderson, to be sent to China, how about it?

"It's not very modern here, but it's in line with the idyllic life in my heart!" Listening to Blomberg's question, Anderson couldn't help but straighten his waist, both in expression and tone, he was an authentic English gentleman:

"At least there is no roar of cars on the streets, the air is very fresh, and the food is more natural, compared to our factory-style food production in the West, I don't know how much better it is here!"

As he spoke, Anderson lowered his head to cut the beef on his plate, but he still glanced at Blomberg on the other side, and there was an indescribable coldness in it. But this look was only for a moment, and was soon replaced by his English gentlemanly smile, and then he continued with a smile:

"Speaking of China, how does Mr. Blomberg feel?"

Anderson's coldness was well disguised, but it still didn't escape Blomberg's seemingly unruly eyes, but he didn't care. Because he knows very well that as a major officer of the British ** Intelligence Division, Anderson is only a problem if he doesn't have such a look.

Not only that, as an internationally renowned arms broker and independent arms dealer, dealing with intelligence agencies around the world is also commonplace for Blomberg, and it is even more strange for Blomberg to have this kind of face-to-face affirmation and suspicion behind him, because of this. After listening to Anderson's words, Blomberg did not show any discomfort, but responded with his characteristic smile:

"Just like you!" Blomberg paused slightly, but his pause made Anderson, who was sitting opposite, look up and look at him suspiciously, and Blomberg looked at Anderson's puzzled eyes, and couldn't help but show an innocent smile on his face:

"However, it would be better if China had air conditioners like the British Consulate General everywhere!"

Although Blomberg's smile was so harmless to humans and animals. Innocent and naïve, but Anderson, who is an intelligence officer in MI6, knows it. These two words have something to do with the intelligence agencies of many countries on the other side, and there are several world arms giants standing behind him, and the background is extremely complex, and he can't even touch the skin, but even so, when Anderson listened to Blomberg's words. Still showing a cheerful smile:

"Haha, Mr. Blomberg, you are so right!" said Anderson, who smiled merrily, but soon the smile was replaced by the indifference peculiar to the English, and his eyes sharpened:

"Mr. Blomberg. I heard that you made a deal with the Chinese side a few months ago, and you made a lot of money!"

Anderson is right, Blomberg did fly from Seattle to China a few months ago, and reached a considerable deal with the Chinese party through a series of secret and complicated procedures, but this transaction was carried out under very secret conditions, and outsiders know very little, but Anderson on the other side seems to know about this matter like a treasure.

If you were an ordinary person, you might be surprised, and you might even wonder how this Anderson knew? But as a well-known arms broker who traveled among the world's major intelligence agencies and arms dealers, Blomberg knew very well that such a thing could not be concealed from the British ** The eyes of super intelligence agencies like the Sixth Division and the CIA, so after listening to Anderson's words, Blomberg did not feel much surprised, but showed a faint smile as if chatting about family life, looked at Anderson opposite and said with a smile:

"It's just a small business, and it's not a big profit!"

As soon as Blomberg's words fell, Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, had a unique smile on his face: "You use a batch of military chips in exchange for 600 standard military firearms from the Chinese side, according to the current price of the international arms black market, this batch of high-quality Chinese firearms will be at least about 800 US dollars each."

In this way, Mr. Blomberg, you have exchanged a few thousand dollars of military chips for a profit worth more than half a million dollars, and such a profit rate makes many arms giants in the world salivate!"

Anderson said this with a rather envious tone in his tone, but Blomberg, who was sitting across from him, could hear the overtones, so he couldn't help but stop the knife that was cutting meat and looked up at Anderson:

"What's the matter? The British ** industrial community also takes a fancy to China's fat meat?"

Anderson wasn't surprised by Blomberg's superior understanding, after all, if he didn't have it, he wouldn't have been able to sit across from him for dinner:

"The squadron is technically backward as a whole, and the equipment needs to be updated urgently, and they also have to resist the powerful Soviet Union in the north, so they must be extremely urgent in terms of equipment replacement!" said Anderson's face became surprisingly serious:

"Because of this, China's shipbuilding industry and aviation industry are very interested in the Chinese market, but you also know that the Western world still has some barriers in policy to countries with red regimes like China, so I would like to ask Mr. Blomberg to explore the tone of the Chinese for us in this trip to China, as for the commission after the fact."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, I can't accept your kindness!" Before Anderson could finish speaking, Blomberg refused Anderson's request very simply, much to Anderson's surprise, but Blomberg did not stop talking for this:

"At least not now, Mr. Anderson, as you can see, I came to you to issue a certificate issued by the U.S. government, and the materials submitted to you also have CIA documents, so"

"Oh?" Blomberg was just halfway through his words, and Anderson's brow raised slightly: "Then how did I hear that you are not employed by any of the American and most powerful fire giants now, but have chosen the International Space Research Corporation in Belgium, which is based in Belgium by that artillery maniac?"

"This" Listening to Anderson's words, Blomberg was slightly stunned, but then covered up the past with that uninhibited smile:

"Mr. Anderson, I think you have heard a little about this artillery maniac when you were in Europe, will this restless fellow be relieved in your country?".

Although Blomberg didn't say it explicitly, Anderson knew very well that Blomberg must have a larger force behind him, otherwise with his profit-chasing nature, he would never look down on a fledgling small company like the International Space Research Corporation, let alone refuse his kindness for this, so he couldn't help but nodded:

"That's true, I heard that this guy is going to transfer some of his technology to an arms company in Austria, if it's better, I'm afraid" As he spoke, a light flashed in Anderson's eyes:

"Wouldn't this madman want to sell his technology to China?"

"He does have such thoughts!" Listening to Anderson's words, Blomberg couldn't help but nodded: "But although his idea is very good, he is just a high-tech nerd after all, let alone China, and even the connections in other places are almost zero, so he can only entrust me to someone who is willing to cooperate with him, but this is fine, at least he can know what he wants to do!"

"Other than that, I think you'll be able to make a lot of money!"

"The commission of such a small company is not worth mentioning!" As soon as Anderson finished speaking, Blomberg waved his hand, and Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, shook the wine glass in front of him and said with a little meaning:

"I'm thinking now about how much flesh can be cut off from the Chinese by the five half-truths and half-truths of technical information in your hands!"

Blomberg did not show the slightest discomfort because of Anderson's words, since he entered the British Consulate, everything on his body is no longer a secret to the British, and their usual tricks of international arms brokers sitting opposite Anderson knows it even more, plus China has just come into contact with the arms trade, for this kind of meat and fledgling rookie in the arms market, Blomberg, who has never been a philanthropist, does not care about opening his bloody mouth and biting another bite on the Chinese!

Thinking that this was the case, after listening to Anderson's words, Blomberg did not feel the slightest discomfort, but threw an indifferent smile at him:

"It should be much more than a chip for a gun!"

"I hope that next time I can bite a piece of fat for our British ** industrial community!" said Anderson raised the wine glass in his hand, and Blomberg, who was sitting opposite him, also raised the wine glass:

"After this time, I will pave the way for you British ** industry to explore the wind and kill!"

After saying this, a bright smile appeared on both of their faces at the same time, and then the wine glasses intersected again, and a crisp and pleasant crisp sound echoed again in the dark tea restaurant for a long time (to be continued......

ps: Yuzu has a lot of trivial things in the unit for a few days, so this chapter is a little late, and here Yuzu says sorry to the big guy!