Chapter 1368 - : Pay For Our Backwardness (2/2)

“Do you mean…Is it!”

“Looking at your expression, you probably guessed it, but my answer is yes.”

After Matteo concluded on this sentence, he walked towards the end of the corridor with a smile on his face.

…

On the other side, Chemezov, who had left the exhibition, got into the car waiting for him.

Although the organizer arranged a room for him, he did not choose to stay at the Heart of the Sea. Instead, he booked a room at a five-star hotel not far away. Another Slavic man followed him into the car and sat next to him.

“What did you think of today’s exhibition?”

When Chemezov heard the question, he grinned and asked rhetorically.

“He is the son-in-law of your old boss; can’t you see it more clearly than me?”

“Don’t give me this nonsense, I want to know your opinion,” Zanaev said with a serious expression.

The corner of Chemezov’s mouth curled up slightly, then he said without hesitation.

“This defense exhibition has become a show just for Future Military, and it is likely to be the same in the next few days.”

“As expected?” Zanaev raised his eyebrows.

“Of course.” With one leg over his other knee, Chemezov took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gestured to the driver in the front row to indicate that he could drive.

“What do you think their purpose is?” Zanaev asked.

“I noticed that the list of exhibitors includes Netherlands’s Airbus and Italy’s Leonardo. The strength of these two military enterprises can basically represent the top products of European military enterprises, especially in the aerospace field.” Chemezov tapped his cigarette into the ashtray, then continued, “They are probably intending to use this opportunity to pressure NATO countries. We are just watching the show, and there is no need for us to be the center of attention.”

“Just watch the show? We all expect you to sell a few more S400s,” Zanaev said. “This year’s economic situation is not optimistic. We need foreign exchange, and we need it desperately.”

“Don’t worry,” Chemezov grinned, and a glimpse of shrewdness appeared in his eyes before it quickly faded away. “There is a high probability that Future Military will not target air defense missiles. Their starting point is too high, and they likely haven’t figured out how to downgrade their technology.”

Chemezov paused for a second and then said.

“And the most important thing is that I have a hunch that Leonardo will compete with Future Military in their home court, in aerospace.”

“Do you think they might win?” Zanaev questioned.

“I don’t know, but I know that no matter who wins, our air defense missiles will sell very well.”