In a secluded small conference room in the guest house of the G Military Region, the ceiling fan overhead rotated rapidly with the slight sound of the motor turning, making the originally stuffy air in the conference room flow a little, but even so, under the shroud of sultry weather, it was still unbearable. Watch the latest chapter of Perfect World, and look at it quickly.

Blomberg, who was seated near the window, slightly loosened the tie buckle that had been fastened, and looked at the Chinese sitting opposite who participated in the negotiations, there were not many people coming today, there were only three of them, one of them was Zhao Peng, who had made a deal with him last time, and sitting next to him was an officer who was nearly fifty years old and looked like he was not in a low position.

Next to the officer was a young man in military uniform, who was unfolding his notebook and bowing his head without knowing what was being written, and Blomberg's gaze only stayed on the young man's body for less than a second, after all, he didn't want to spend too much energy on translation or paperwork, so he focused his attention on the officer who was sitting opposite, because he knew that he should be the main opponent in today's negotiations.

At this moment, Zhao Peng lowered his head and whispered a few words to the officer, then straightened up and smiled professionally at Blomberg:

"Mr. Blomberg, let me introduce you!" Zhao Peng was speaking Chinese here, and the young man sitting on one side translated it in fluent English at the same time, Blomberg was obviously not interested in whether he could hear fluent English, but concentrated on looking at the Zhongyankuai official pointed by Zhao Peng:

"This is Wang Chuanchen, director of our Eighth International Liaison Office, Director Wang!"

"Hello Mr. Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Blomberg said and stood up and stretched out his right hand to Wang Chuanchen quite enthusiastically, and Wang Chuanchen also stood up politely and shook Blomberg's hand:

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Blomberg!"

After introducing Wang Chuanchen, Zhao Peng pointed his arm to the young man sitting next to him, but before he could open his mouth to introduce, Blomberg, who was standing opposite and did not sit down, immediately stretched out the hand that he had just shaken with Wang Chuanchen to the young man Zhao Peng pointed to, and then turned his face to Wang Chuanchen and Zhao Peng and smiled and said:

"No introduction. Presumably this is a portable translator!" After speaking, Blomberg turned his face to the young man who was sitting in his seat, his expression did not change significantly, and said lightly in a tone that seemed to be enthusiastic but was actually cold:

"Hello, Mr. Translator!"

Blomberg's sudden behavior surprised Wang Chuanchen and Zhao Peng. The young man sitting next to them stood up as usual, threw a faint smile at Blomberg on the other side, and said in fluent English:

"Hello, Mr. Blomberg!" the two hands clasped together, and at that moment. Blomberg suddenly had an inexplicable palpitation, because he read some kind of unspeakable secret from the eyes of the young man who was shaking his hand, this secret made him unable to explain, but it gave him an urge to find out, but just when he wanted to seriously interpret the eyes of the young man opposite, the young Chinese man had already withdrawn his hand, sat down in his seat again, lowered his head and whispered to Wang Chuanchen next to him!

Blomberg, who returned to his seat, recalled what he had just felt, and couldn't help but ask himself, what happened to him just now? Could it be that this young man has some hidden secrets? But thinking about it, Blomberg's face suddenly showed a self-deprecating smile. Isn't it too boring to waste so many brain cells thinking about an inconsequential translator in such a high-tech negotiation, and the young translator is thankful that he doesn't get the technical words wrong.

As for the so-called secrecy, maybe this young man was the illegitimate son of the middle yankuai official sitting directly across from him, thinking of this, Blomberg's face forced a gossip smile, if it weren't for such a formal occasion, it is estimated that he would have laughed out loud.

And Doug, who was sitting next to him, saw a bad smile on Blomberg's face, and couldn't help but lower his head and ask what was going on, and Blomberg pointed to the Chinese opposite and told Doug what he had just thought of, and Doug resisted the urge to burst into laughter after hearing it. Hurriedly lowered his head and took out the prepared negotiation materials and flipped them up randomly, otherwise it is estimated that Doug would have laughed a long time ago!

"Little Lou, I really didn't expect this Blomberg to be so arrogant!" said Blomberg and Doug suppressed the urge to laugh. When he lowered his head to prepare the information documents, Wang Chuanchen, who was sitting opposite them, lowered his head and whispered to the young man next to him, the young man sitting next to him was none other than Lu Jiadong, who had just been transferred from the Wanshan Factory to the Eighth Foreign Liaison Office, that is, the arms sales team, and Lu Jiadong couldn't help but smile slightly after listening to Wang Chuanchen's words:

"He's arrogant and relies on the money in his hands, but we have a lot of them today!" he said. Lu Jiadong's eyes revealed a hint of awe-inspiring light, and Wang Chuanchen, who was sitting beside him, nodded slightly, at this moment, Blomberg on the opposite side cleared his throat, then turned over the materials in his hand, and then glanced at the Chinese sitting opposite, and said in an extremely loud tone:

"Gentlemen, I am well aware of the importance that the Yankuai team attaches to artillery, and I am also aware of China's tentative exploration and unremitting efforts in long-range artillery," said Blomberg, who paused slightly, and then looked at Wang Chuanchen, who was sitting directly opposite him, with a seemingly enthusiastic smile, to see the reaction of his negotiating opponent, and at this time, Wang Chuanchen was like an old monk in his mind, and there was no change on his face.

Thinking of this, Blomberg's smile was a little better, and the tone of his voice was much higher than before: "However, China's long-range artillery technology has not made much progress over the years, and because of this, I came to China this time to bring my Chinese friends the most advanced long-range artillery technology in the world today."

"Mr. Blomberg, I think you're mistaken about a fact!" Before Blomberg finished speaking, Zhao Peng, who was on the other side, said with a solemnity:

"At present, China's long-range artillery technology has made great progress, and the firing range of artillery has reached an astonishing level, so if you only use a set of ordinary artillery technology to make a transaction, I'm afraid we don't have much room to negotiate!"

Zhao Peng's words did not surprise Blomberg, as a senior arms dealer, he spends more time at the negotiating table than he sleeps at home in a year, so he knows better than anyone about the skills at the negotiating table, and Blomberg is even more surprised by the Chinese's tactic of mercilessly refusing at the beginning to achieve a low price.

And for this kind of trick, Blomberg firmly believes in the negotiation principle he upholds, that is, absolute technical strength and clear opponent's hole cards, and at this time he fully has these two points, because of this, when Zhao Peng finished speaking, Blomberg did not even have the slightest panic, but felt that the Chinese on the other side were struggling senselessly, but this did not make Blomberg lose patience, but there was an inexplicable pleasure, just like those third world countries he often crushed at the negotiating table, today's Chinese also want to escape the fate of being dumped。

Thinking of this, Blomberg nodded to Zhao Peng in respect, and then a faint smile appeared on his face, and his uninhibited eyes revealed the unique shrewdness of a businessman:

"I myself agree with what Mr. Zhao said, as I said before, China is indeed making unremitting efforts in long-range artillery technology, and has made certain achievements for this, for example" Blomberg said, scanning the three Chinese in front of him with smiling eyes, and then fixed his eyes on Wang Chuanchen directly opposite, and then continued in a tone like an adult exposing a child's lies:

"For example, in terms of bottom exhaust bombs!" Blomberg's voice just fell, and Wang Chuanchen, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but brow lightly a few times, although it quickly returned to normal, but this subtle change did not escape Blomberg's eagle-like sharp eyes, seeing this, Blomberg knew that he had said the only hole card of the Chinese.

You must know that the Belgian International Space Research Corporation, which he represents, has done a lot of work in order to be able to sell long-range artillery technology at a good price in China, especially after hearing that China used the so-called long-range artillery in the war against Vietnam, the company's founder and partner, the famous artillery expert Dr. Boole, began to conduct in-depth research on this matter.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that it was impossible for China to manufacture a new long-range artillery in such a short period of time, and the only feasible way was to modify the existing ammunition, and the installation of a bottom exhaust device was the most effective way, and Dr. Boole was the only absolute authority in the field of artillery in the world, so Blomberg was very convinced of this conclusion, and knew that this conclusion would become a nirvana to crush China at the negotiating table.

Because of this, when he saw the subtle changes in Wang Chuanchen on the other side, he couldn't help but show a smug smile on his face, because he knew that although the Chinese did not say it explicitly, it was not far from raising their hands to surrender at the negotiating table (to be continued). )xh118