And just when Wang Ming showed Hatim the performance data of the latest J-8 III, in the lounge on the other side, Wu Yihao encountered an unexpected accident.

Dassault representatives didn't know where to get information about the trip of the Hatims, so they rushed over without making an appointment.

Of course, it is impossible for the security personnel at the door of the reception room to let them break in during the meeting, but the door to the lounge cannot be closed to them.

The reason is simple, in this year to buy the Mirage 2000 from France, it was definitely a pure seller's market.

If I can sell it to you, it will already sell a lot of face, is it possible that you still dare to turn me away at such a time?

So, the two groups met in the break room.

The moment the door of the lounge opened, Wu Yihao, who was chatting with Mrs. Hatim, recognized the identity of the other party.

His brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly adjusted his expression, and politely stood up and greeted the other party.

"Maurice, long time no see---- have you been busy lately? I haven't seen you in Riyadh for some days. ”

The man, whose name was Maurice, came forward with the same smile, and greeted Mrs. Hatim before replying:

"Yes, we have just recently negotiated a cooperation with Mr. Hatim, and recently returned to China to make some technical preparations. What about you? What have you been up to lately? ”

"Just like you."

Wu Yihao replied succinctly.

In fact, from the moment he appeared here, it was no secret that he, or the purpose of the Huaxia delegation behind him, after all, everyone knew that in the past few years, Poly Technology has been a defense company specializing in exporting fighter jets and aircraft to Huaxia, and it came to Hatim just to sell something.

The only suspense is just what exactly is going to sell.

Hearing Wu Yihao's answer, Morris's face showed a subtle expression, he quietly glanced at Mrs. Hatim, lowered his voice and said:

"Like us? Hao, I'm afraid that you and Mr. Hatim will meet for the first time this year, right? ”

"It's the first time we've met, but we're going well, Mr. Wang is chatting with Mr. Hatim inside, and they seem to be quite happy."

Wu Yihao replied calmly.

You must not be timid in front of your opponents, this is the most basic business rule.

Even if you haven't even seen the client, you have to pretend that you just rescued the client from the end of the world and slept in the same bed for the night.

Otherwise, once the opponent finds out your details, they will be able to suppress you in the follow-up bidding process.

"Mr. Wang is here too? Looks like you're really prepared this time. How's that, what are you going to sell this time? Armored vehicles? Artillery? Or a military truck? ”

Morris asked knowingly.

The equipment he mentioned is relatively low-end in the international arms trade, and when he says this, he actually implies a mockery.

The subtext is obvious:

You Chinese people can only sell these worthless gadgets.

And his purpose was to provoke Wu Yihao and ruin his good impression in front of Mrs. Hatim.

But Wu Yihao wouldn't be fooled by this, he just waved his hand lightly and replied:

"Didn't I tell you, Maurice? This time, we, like you, are all ---- fighters who have come to sell planes. ”

"Fighters? Has your fighter jet export business expanded to Saudi Arabia? ”

"I have the impression that only the Southeast Asian effects around you, and some of your traditional allies, are considering bringing in your fighters?"

Morris continued to add fuel to the conversation, and Mrs. Hatim, who was beside her, ignored it, and sat down to the side with her eyes closed.

Seeing this, Wu Yihao knew that she was too lazy to mix with herself and Morris's mouth cannon, so he replied with confidence:

"That's not for sure, I said, Mr. Hatim is very happy, maybe your order will soon be yellow."

"By the way, Morris, do you know what it means to be yellow?"

Morris laughed and said:

"Funny Chinese slang...... I know what you mean, but maybe you're going to be disappointed. ”

"It's impossible for us to fail in our business with Saudi Arabia---- you know, they don't have a better option than us."

"The F-15 and Su-27 are too expensive, the F-16 and Rafale will not be exported for the time being, Gripen? The Swedes themselves are not enough. ”

"Only our Mirage 2000 has enough performance, it is cheap, and capacity will never be a problem."

"Do we fail, you say?"

Wu Yihao shook his head and replied:

"If you're the only opponent of them, you really won't lose."

"But now that we're in the race, it's a different story......"

Hearing this, Morris subconsciously wanted to taunt a few words, but suddenly, his heart chuckled.

"You're going to sell J10?"

According to common sense, the J-10, which has just been successfully tested, has not even completed the engineering test, and it is basically impossible to export, but looking at Wu Yihao's confident expression, Morris suddenly lost his bottom.

No way.

No, they really plan to export J-10 to Saudi Arabia, right?

That plane...... Even from the limited information, it is indeed a qualified third-generation aircraft.

Moreover, compared to Dassault, Huaxia naturally has a price advantage in terms of manufacturing, and if they do achieve mass production in the short term, the situation will not be good......

He tried his best to control his expression and waited for Wu Yihao's answer.

"Of course it won't be J-10, didn't we answer very clearly before? We will not export the J-10. ”

Maurice breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked suspiciously:

"And what exactly are you trying to sell?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's J-8, maybe it's J-7, maybe it's Thunder Dragon---- you know Thunder Dragon, right? ”

"I know---- but you will never sell this thing to Saudi Arabia, it is cooperative equipment, and it would be good to supply the Palestinian demand."

"Since you said so, then I guess what you want to sell should be the J-8 II."

With that said, Morris finally regained his self-confidence.

He pondered for a moment, then continued:

"Hmm..... You're really good on your mind. ”

"The conflict around Saudi Arabia is becoming more and more intense, and they really need an excellent heavy fighter to defend the sky than a light fighter like the Mirage 2000."

"But ......"

Morris changed his words:

"But they won't choose your J-8 anyway."

"What combat effectiveness can a fighter with a range of less than 2,000 kilometers, frighteningly poor low-speed performance, and only carry a pitiful 5-round missile in this world?"

"Believe me, hurry up and inform Mr. Wang to skip this topic."

"It's impossible for you to win an order with such an outdated fighter---- it's not like I'm insulting you, I'm just stating the facts."

"You Huaxia people are really strange, sometimes you are frighteningly cautious, and sometimes you are overconfident."

"You don't think you can cheat Saudi Arabia out of their money just by relying on their friendly relations, do you?"

"That's naïve......"

"Why don't I give you a suggestion?"

"What advice?"

Wu Yihao asked curiously.

"My suggestion is actually very simple, if you want to get the order, you should spend a few years to completely transform the J-8."

"You can upgrade the radar system, tweak the airframe layout a little, replace it with stronger engines, replan the flight control, and configure better missiles and avionics......."

"Of course, it's not easy to do that."

"But if you can't do that, then there's really no need to compete with us......"

Looking at the serious Morris, the corners of Wu Yihao's mouth rose uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and said as seriously as he could:

"Thank you for the suggestion, we'll take care of it......"