Chapter 217: Win-win cooperation is also earned

If Hindenburg was frightened by Eric's contract for arms sales in the German-Italian war, France and Britain experienced first-hand the power of technology.

France could not cooperate militarily with Germany, and although Britain envied Germany's land strength, his battlefield was still at sea. The United States is different, the army, navy, and air force all have a fancy to Germany's different weapons and equipment, but unfortunately people do not sell them in small quantities, and if they want to buy them, they have to pay huge sums of money to buy a complete set.

Eric is not stupid, if you don't pay for the full amount, wouldn't it be a big loss for you to buy a sample and go back to me to copy it?

It's a pity that Pershing and other army generals really want to buy it but don't have the money to buy it, the budget given by the Congress is simply not enough, and Pershing, who gritted his teeth, finally cooperated to buy 110 PZ3 prototypes from the Greek side at a high price for this future tank force, which led to Greece's purchase of 224 German No. 3 tanks, otherwise Greece would not have been able to come up with so much money.

And these 224 tanks are basically paid for by the Americans, and the Greek government said that this business is very cost-effective, but it doesn't know that the temporary cheapness has caused it to destroy itself, which is a later story.

When the Germans were reluctant to sell army weapons, Robert Kuntz, the commander-in-chief of the U.S. Navy as the world's largest money, swaggered to Brauchitsch after landing in Wilhelmshaven.

He came, of course, not to buy warships, but to buy Junker's F-220C.

The F-D25 airliner, which has been flying in the American Civil Aviation for a year, has shown the world his tenacity, and the quality of the accident without a single mechanical failure has made aviation experts sigh.

As a sea power country, the United States has also begun to form its own naval aviation forces, and they have no shortage of fighter jets, and Germany now has no model other than the BF-1 that can completely compare with American aircraft, and Eric does not plan to sell aircraft equipped with engines derived from the AF series to such opponents.

Under such circumstances, the United States still takes a fancy to the F-200C reconnaissance plane/bomber dual-purpose aircraft that is in the same vein.

"Admiral Robert, forgive me for being direct, the F-200C is our active aircraft, and your request is a bit excessive." Brauchitsch said with great embarrassment.

"Admiral Brauchitsch, don't be in a hurry, we can talk slowly, since the F-D25 can be sold to us, the F-200C is actually not a big deal, it's just more avionics." What Robert Kuntz really wants is the avionics equipment on the F-200C, which the United States cannot produce at this stage, and does not have such technical reserves, so he wants to buy a few and send them back to China to give them to some capable large companies for reverse learning.

Brauchitsch shook his head, not wanting to talk any further.

What kind of international jokes, Brauchitsch has already scolded in his heart, just buy a few, are you stupid for me?

"Well, in that case, you might as well discuss it with Mr. President? I can wait. "Robert Kuntz came with a vision of the nation's admirals, and he couldn't give up so easily.

"Well, Admiral Robert has been playing around Berlin these days, and we can give special discounts on the cost." Brauchitsch smiled politely, and Robert thought it was free, but when he heard that it was a discount, he almost didn't scold his mother in his heart.

When Robert left the Ministry of Defense building, Brauchitsch stood by the window and said. "The ghost is free, wait, it's expensive and you won't die."

Brauchitsch then picked up the telephone on the table and shook it out, "Take over the office of the deputy foreign minister." โ€

Doodoooooo โ€“

"Walter, whoever?" A particularly attractive male voice soon came from the other end of the phone.

"Brauchitsch, Mr. Deputy Minister, Robert has just left me, and you have asked him to take him around, but you can take him to places where consumption is high, and make further efforts for our friendship." Brauchitsch said informally.

โ€œยทยทยทโ€ Walter was momentarily speechless, unable to guess what unpleasant things had happened to the two of them in the office.

It took a few seconds for Walter to come to his senses. "Yes. If it's convenient, I'll arrange it. โ€

Brauchitsch threw away the phone and hurried downstairs into a waiting car.

In less than 5 minutes, we arrived at the Hanseasa Palace, where Eric had just finished the exchange with the representatives of the Soviet delegation at the entrance of the Hanseatic Palace.

Brauchitsch's arrival also caught Erik's attention, who kept an eye on him.

Eric then stepped aside, and the entire security team moved the entire protective circle, and Brauchitsch walked briskly.

"What's wrong? Isn't it time to receive the commander-in-chief of the Navy from the United States in his office? It's called Robert, right? Eric deliberately did not come forward, but chose to meet with representatives of the Soviet team.

"We're done." His face was very calm, but his hands were unconsciously behind his back.

When Eric saw this action, he knew that he was not done talking.

"It's a talk that has collapsed." Eric playfully said, "If you really can't do it, let Yarma talk about it, or let Walter talk about it, you don't have to." โ€

Brauchitsch's diplomatic art is not bad, but negative. Eric did not intend to let Brauchitsch preside over such arms deals, he was only responsible for bringing a team of experts to help Yarmar or Luther, Walter and others.

"It's that guy who is insincere, just a few fights when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and he didn't come to buy it at all, he came to learn art." Brauchitsch said disapprovingly.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Eric said angrily, "People already have the ability to learn to walk, why buy so much, it may not meet their appetite." The F-200C is suitable for us, but it is not necessarily suitable for the US military, they want to buy it only for testing and research, and we can't start from the quantity if we want to sell it for money. โ€

"So what's for sale?" Brauchitsch said that selling aircraft does not sell quantity and technology? Isn't it still the same as not making money?

"You don't have to sell it, you can..." Eric paused, "Why do you want me to teach you every time, no, this time you have to pay a price, I'm going to see Guderian in the hospital in the afternoon, you pay for gifts, count me in." Eric held out his hand.

"I didn't bring any money." Brauchitsch's eyes darkened.

"Then go back, I'm the president, not the teacher." So he went inside.

"Ah, is that enough?" As soon as Eric turned around, he saw Brauchitsch handing over two rarely used 100-dollar marks.

"It's really rich, okay, I'll teach you a hard time." Eric led Brauchitsch to his office.

When she reached the door, Ananta stood up. "Mr. President, there is a banquet at the Richthofen Hotel at 6 p.m., organized by the Soviet delegation, and I would like to invite you to attend."

"I'm not going, let the prime minister eat and drink." Eric had little interest in this kind of pure communication.

"Okay, I'll call their contact to cancel."

The two walked to the office and sat down on the couch.

"Sometimes selling for money isn't the only opportunity to make money." Eric pretended to be esoteric.

"And what else?" Brauchitsch intends to learn a little more about his business experience today.

"Cooperation." Eric said.

"What cooperation?"

"No matter what kind of cooperation, once it is reached, it will be a win-win situation, and we and the United States cannot be like we are with small neighboring countries. Moreover, with the strength of the United States, even without our technology, they can still obtain it through time, but the difference between fast and slow. Eric explained to Brauchitsch in earnestness.

"So what cooperation can we have with the United States?" Brauchitsch entered a strange circle of cooperation and could not get out.

"Navy, idiot."