In the face of such an urgent order, Lu Jiadong naturally did not dare to slack off, and handed over the follow-up test items of the new artillery to Qi Junwen, deputy chief designer, and soon completed the transfer procedures and hurriedly stepped on the northbound train, just as Lu Jiadong was heading towards his destination Beijing.

In the British Embassy near the Temple of the Sun in Beijing, Anderson, who had just been transferred from the British Consulate General in Yangcheng to the Military Attache of the British Embassy in Beijing, was meeting with Brown, the chief commercial representative of the British United Technologies Corporation, who had just arrived in China, and his assistant Edward, in a meeting room with strong English aristocratic characteristics:

"The weather in Beijing has been a bit changeable lately, and this kind of snowy weather has been going on for several days, and several flights have been delayed!" Anderson did not wear the dark blue Royal Navy military uniform of the past, but wore a well-cut suit, standing by a simple and elegant wooden wine rack, and took out a bottle of fine French whisky.

After filling three glasses, he handed two of them to Brown and Edward respectively, and then sat down opposite Brown with his own glasses, and continued with a slightly reserved smile on his face:

"I suppose, my dear Mr. Brown, you must be impatient to wait in Sydney!"

"No! Anderson, my old friend, you guessed wrong this time!" Brown blonde hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and a typical Anglo-Saxon look. It's just that his gaze is very calm, as calm as the gloomy weather in England, which makes people feel a little angry.

As if everything was so taken for granted in his eyes, even when he saw Anderson, his best classmate at the Sanchester Military Academy and his best friend now, there was still no joy or happiness, but he could feel a little pleasure hidden in his heart between his relaxed words:

"I enjoy the sun of Sydney and the beaches of Melbourne more than the snow here, even in New Delhi before I felt much more comfortable than here!"

Listened to Brown. Anderson didn't feel any discomfort, but the original gentleman's smile was a little better than before. As an old friend for many years, Anderson knew the solemn-looking old friend sitting across from him, and knew that his conservative attitude was instinctively hostile to any red regime in the world, even China, which has now embraced the Western world with open arms.

But that's just what Brown thinks in terms of ideology. When it comes to practical issues of interest, Brown, like most of the Anglo-Saxon elites, respects and pursues a pragmatic line, looking only at their own interests as long as they can achieve their own interests.

And as for where this benefit came from, it was not at all within their consideration, otherwise Brown, who was conservative and stubborn in the ideological field, would not have immediately set off for China after receiving instructions from home and a personal letter from his friend Anderson. So with an indifferent smile, Anderson leaned back against the sofa and lifted Erlang's legs, shaking the glass of wine in his hand. Speaking fluently with a British London accent, he said with a smile:

"Australia and India are so profitable in dollars, didn't you think that in the future, China's arms market might exceed that of these two combined?"

"Of course I know that!" Brown replied in the affirmative to what his MI6 friend said, and although his solemn face did not change at all, there was a fleeting flash of shrewdness in his blue eyes, and even the scale when he spoke was a little heavier than before:

"There are too many factors of instability in China's neighborhood, not to mention anything else. A strong Soviet Union in the north alone is enough to overwhelm China, which has a long national border, and it is not too much to say that China's overall armament level is lagging behind the entire era. A country like this will either not procure armaments, and if this floodgate is opened, it will be even more ferocious than a flood of beasts, as is the case with India, which has a dispute with China!"

"My old friend, you're so right!" As soon as Brown's words fell, Anderson straightened up from the sofa: "So I think China's purchase of artillery reconnaissance and school-firing radar this time is just an excellent opportunity, how about it?

As soon as Anderson finished speaking, a grim smile finally appeared on Brown's serious face: "Coincidentally, when I received your letter, the deputy director of the CIA, Miller, happened to be in Australia, and there were several conservative congressmen with him.

"What did Miller say?" Anderson leaned forward a few times with his whole body in anticipation, and the grim smile on Brown's face, who was sitting across from him, accentuated a few points:

"Miller agreed to our request, and they promised not to sell the latest AN\TPQ-36 and AN\TPQ-37 artillery reconnaissance and school-firing radars to China!"

"The Americans agreed so readily?

Without waiting for Anderson to finish speaking, Brown said without hesitation: "The condition is that we will infiltrate and evolve China as quietly as we did with those countries in Eastern Europe!"

"The Americans are really calculating, he has to rely on China in dealing with the Soviet Union and Afghanistan, so he pretends to be a good old man, who knows behind his back, hum" Anderson snorted coldly, then took a sip of wine, leaned back on the sofa again, and seemed to be able to see through everything in this world in his blue eyes:

"It seems that our American friends still don't believe in the eyes of this little Chinese brother who has just changed his temperament, and he doesn't want to change the color of China all the time, and now it is inconvenient for him to come forward, so let us fight first, and then he will sit and reap the profits, the Americans are really calculating!"

After saying this, Anderson's face once again showed a restrained smile, but this smile implied an indescribable meaning. Then he raised the wine glass in his hand, shook his eyes lightly a few times, and stared at the wine slowly turning in the glass with dark blue eyes and continued:

"But that's fine. Let's not talk about the change of color for the time being, now both the United States and Western Europe have promised not to sell such artillery reconnaissance and school-firing radars as China!" As he spoke, Anderson put down the wine glass in his hand, and his snow-white face showed a firm and cold expression, and his eyes were even more confident:

"Then we can take advantage of this opportunity, now we have a huge difference with China on the issue of the ownership of City X, and strive to get China to make concessions on this issue!"

Listened to Anderson. Brown, who was sitting opposite, nodded slightly: "Mr. Anderson, you are right. The United Kingdom still has influence on Western European countries, and as for the United States, I think I would like us to give it a try out of ideological considerations, so I'm worried about both, it's just "

Talking and talking. Brown paused, his solemn face covered with a faint layer of worry, and his eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle together:

"It's just that China really needs artillery reconnaissance and school-firing radar so much? If we are in a hurry, what should they do?"

"No!" Anderson replied categorically, then straightened up and said to Brown quite seriously:

"In the Sino-Vietnamese border area, the Vietnamese side carried out extremely fierce and effective artillery attacks on China, and the squadron took many measures to destroy the Vietnamese artillery. But it didn't work very well, and the Chinese top brass and the military were very angry about it, and I think Mr. Brown, you know a little bit about the situation in China.

It should be known that the Chinese love to talk about face the most. In order to achieve this illusory thing, they can do whatever it takes, and this has been the case since ancient times, so they will inevitably get their hands on the artillery reconnaissance and calibration radar that can suppress the Vietnamese artillery no matter what, and I dare to vouch for this with my personality!"

Listening to Anderson's words, Brown could not answer. He knew that Anderson, as the deputy military attache stationed at the British Embassy in China, was also a senior intelligence officer in China placed by the British Intelligence Department. Naturally, he knows all aspects of China very thoroughly.

Because of this, Brown believed in Anderson's judgment very much, but somehow, even if Brown believed it, but there was some inexplicable throbbing in his heart, and there was always a feeling of unsteadiness, even he didn't know why, but it was precisely because of this unsteadiness that Brown had to be cautious, and then asked again with worry:

"My dear Mr. Anderson, you must know that China is a country with a complete industrial base, and it is also a country that can produce nuclear ~ weapons ~ weapons, if they are ruthless in self-development"

"With China's current industrial level?" Before Brown could finish speaking, Anderson laughed as if he had heard a big joke, and then the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his eyes showed a look of disdain:

"With the level of China in the 50s now, what can it do? Tell you that nothing can be done, in some respects China is not as good as India, can they make artillery reconnaissance and school firing radar? Unless the sun hits the west, yes! The Chinese have backbone, but what can they do if they have backbone? When those African colonies were making an independent streak, what happened after independence? Aren't they tied up by us with arms sales and the economy? China, hum! It's the same!"

Anderson's words completely dispelled Brown's doubts, and the sneer smile that unconsciously flashed on his face was like the gloomy weather in the North Atlantic, which made people look a little chilled: "As long as China opens the door to the arms sales market, no matter how backbone he is, he will not be able to stand up to our dumping, and when the time comes, let them throw their own industries into the garbage heap, and we can make a lot of dollars at the same time, we can make them change whatever color we want!"

"That's right, we're still the old way!" said Anderson, who raised his glass in his hand, and Brown said in the same way.

"Raise the price first!"

"Concessions on terms!"

"Kill him in the end!" As soon as Brown finished speaking, the two wine glasses clashed crisply in mid-air, and a burst of cold laughter erupted in the living room (to be continued)