Chapter 1370 - Uragano! (1/2)
Next to the airport runway, a Slavic man and a black man stood together.
In any other place in the world, it was definitely a weird combination, but here it was completely normal. At least half of the buyers attending the Xin International Defense Exhibition were dictators from third world countries, and most of these dictators’ skin color was black.
These people hold most of the banknotes or IOUs in their hands, and they were never stingy with weapons. Since the exhibition began, they had searched for powerful sellers and paid for more convenient killing tools.
In the eyes of arms dealers, they were always the best customers.
“I don’t want Mi-25. Since there the Mi-29 is more advanced, why don’t I choose Mi-29? Honestly, I prefer Su-35 or T-50. If you don’t want to sell to us, I might consider those?” The man pointed to the Hua sellers, who stood not far away, that were looking in their direction. He looked at Chemezov and continued, “They are willing to sell their Xiaolong to us and I’m very pleased with this name. And each one only sells for 20 million dollars, and the person also told me that if we are willing to introduce their high-speed rail, he can take the initiative to let their bank give us a loan.”
Chemezov cursed in his heart. These people worked well together.
It’s fine if you just sold fighters, but now you bring the people that build rails and the people who own banks into the conversation? How do I play this game? However, it is the way to do business. Even as Earth Defense Alliance allies, each country must depend on their own ability to win the hundreds of millions of dollars order.
Chemezov calmed his emotions, coughed slightly, then he patiently persuaded the dictator from Africa to change his mind.
“Your opponents are rebels and terrorists armed with AK. They are not from the UA nor from Russia. What is the point of buying the Su-35? Put it in the hangar as a mascot? You want to buy T-50s? Even if I sell it to you, who can pilot it in your country? Our MiG-25 is cheaper than their Xiaolong, and the ground-attack ability is not inferior by any means! If you are willing to buy ten MiG-25s, I can make the decision and sell you some T-64 tanks.”
It was the most Chemezov could promise. If he recalled correctly, there were dozens of T-64s waiting to be delisted in the warehouse of the 58th Army. Although he preferred to sell air defense missiles, these poor African countries were obviously unable to pay for his air defense missiles…
Maybe it was because Chemezov’s words made sense. The man touched his chin for a while, then reluctantly nodded.
Just as Chemezov negotiated with the African about the price of Mi-25s, which were collecting dust in the hangers, should be sold at, there was a sudden commotion nearby. Chemezov stopped talking with the warlord and looked over to the crowd on the other end of the runway.
When the plane appeared on the runway, Chemezov’s pupils suddenly constricted.
As the chairman of Almaz-Antey, he was aware of some intelligence floating around. For example, the silver-white fighter with one wing wing-fusion fighter that he had read in a report compiled by the KGB.
If he remembered correctly.
Its name should be Uragano…
“Its name is Uragano!” Matteo stood on the other side of the airport runway, pointed his finger at the fighter that was slowly rolling to a stop in the middle of the runway. It was like he was commenting on a perfect piece of art. He explained to several customers gathered next to him, “It’s just like its name, and it’s as fast as a hurricane! It is the crystallization of the technology of Leonardo. A total of 200 companies have participated in its research. You may have noticed that there is no pilot inside. Yes, it is a sixth-generation fighter; the sixth-generation fighter controlled entirely by artificial intelligence!”