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Chapter 368 You're Not in a Position to Negotiate with Me! (Second Update!)
"OK!" Little Sader raised his hand in an OK gesture, turned around, took out his phone, and then drew his sword, looking around blankly.

Because so far, the person he has been in contact with has been in Türkiye, while the person who has already arrived in Turkey has not contacted him even once.

He stood there stunned for a moment, holding his phone, then turned and walked towards Lin Yi:

"Give me something to eat!"

"Come across the street, give me your name." Lin Yi pointed to the other side of the street, walked past Little Sader, and turned to enter the office building.

Lin Yi tossed the extra breakfast to Ji Shuangshuang, munched on a steamed bun, and turned to go back to his room to pick out clothes for their upcoming meeting.

After he changed his clothes and went out, Little Sader appeared in front of him carrying a bag of beef buns.

Upon meeting, this guy couldn't wait to say:

“Those idiots in Türkiye sent a message; they gave them information about the members of their negotiation team.”

"Do you want to take a look?"

Based on the idea that "know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated," Lin Yi asked Little Sader for relevant information.

But soon, he regretted it.

Because this information really is just personnel information.

The document contains information about several people, and each person's information consists of only a two-inch photo and their name.

There wasn't even any information about the other person's gender, age, or job title.

They don't even have a phone number!
Upon finishing the document, Lin Yi burst out laughing, closed it, and sat down in his leather chair in his office, waiting for the other party to arrive.

In Suzhou at the end of July, it's already too early to go outside at 9 a.m.

However, on the street outside Xiaomi's heavy industry factory, several foreigners stood under the scorching sun, shading their eyes with their hands, gazing at the factory in front of them.

Unfortunately, the wall was too high, and there was no higher ground nearby. They stood on tiptoe and looked for a long time, but couldn't see anything.

When the temperature rose another level, to an unbearable level, Costa waved his right hand and walked towards the main entrance not far away.

Upon arriving at the company gate, he straightened his suit and strode towards the guardhouse.

He was over 1.8 meters tall, and his deep-set Eastern European features made him stand out.

Han Shunfa's stronghold was the guardhouse. At this very moment, he was sitting under the air conditioner, holding a cup of tea, trying to prolong his life.

The moment Costa arrived, he saw this strange foreigner.

Running a company means welcoming guests from all directions with a smile. Although he found this guy a bit strange, he immediately put down his tea, put on a smiling face, and scurried over.
"Hello, what can I do?"

After speaking, Han Shunfa suddenly realized that he couldn't speak English, so he could only smile and gesture frantically.

Costa couldn't understand what he was saying, but since the other person was smiling, he didn't say much and could only turn to his team members behind him for help.

Soon, the team's translator rushed over and said to Han Shunfa with an arrogant expression, "This is Mr. Costa Ibtar!"

"We're here to discuss cooperation with your company!"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

The other person spoke with a slight accent. After listening to them, Han Shunfa gave them a thumbs up, then tilted his head and looked past Costa and the others, his gaze landing behind them.

The street in front of the door was empty, with nothing but the howling wind.

Unable to see the car, Han Shunfa even took a few steps forward to get out of the blind spot and looked around again.

After confirming there were no cars, he slowly retreated back to Costa's side.
Where is your car?

Just as the translator was about to speak, Costa cut in front of him, turning back to ask, "What was he saying?"

Without even turning his head, the translator said directly, "He's insulting you!"

Costa's face darkened at the answer. With a gloomy expression, he looked past Han Shunfa and at the office building not far away. He stared at it for a few seconds, then turned back to the translator: "Tell him we're here to discuss cooperation."

"If he continues to take advantage of the language barrier and continues to swear in their language, then I may have to escalate the incident into a diplomatic matter!"

The translator, having received the message, turned to Han Shunfa and said:
"If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

After being scolded again, Han Shunfa let out a long sigh of helplessness, turned around and went back to the guard room, picked up the phone and called Lin Yi directly through the internal phone.

Having received Lin Yi's reply, he reappeared before Costa and the others, turning sideways and pointing towards the office building:

"Everyone, please come in!"

Costa couldn't understand what he was saying, but he could understand the other person's actions. He gave Han Shunfa a faint smile and was the first to step inside.

The rest of the negotiation team followed Tacosta and walked inside. Just as the translator at the back was about to go in, Han Shunfa suddenly pointed at him.

Several burly men who had been standing guard nearby received instructions and quickly stepped forward, grabbing the translator. The next second, Han Shunfa's icy voice rang out:

"Slap him twice, then throw him out!"

After giving instructions to the burly men, Han Shunfa immediately turned around, ran to Costa and the others, bent over, and pointed the way ahead with a fawning expression.

Costa stopped and turned around, just in time to see the team's translator being strangled by two burly men.

He turned his head, preparing to rescue the person, when Han Shunfa once again walked around to his side, pointed towards the office building, and said nothing, only continuing to smile obsequiously.

To become a colonel in the Turkish military's logistics department, Costa is no innocent victim. Judging from the other party's reaction, the translator must have said something he shouldn't have, otherwise he wouldn't have been slapped.

However, one must consider the owner before beating a dog. This translator is one of my own people, and since they are so impolite, I must cause them some trouble later and regain face from another angle.

Costa gave the translator a deep look, his gaze lingering on Han Shunfa for a moment, before striding towards the administration building.

As soon as I entered the administration building, four burly men walked towards me.

Compared to the burly men in the guardhouse, these four men were even more robust. Beneath their uniforms, bulging bulges were not the shape of muscles, but rather the shape of stab-proof vests.

The two burly men in front were holding metal detectors, while the two burly men behind them were holding shields.

Upon seeing these people, Costa's face darkened. Just as he was about to lash out, his team members quickly stopped him. After a brief argument, they eventually had two burly men with metal detectors check their entire bodies, including their briefcases.

They were only allowed to pass after confirming that there were no suspicious weapons.

Led by Han Shunfa, the group of people went up the elevator and soon arrived at the conference room on the top floor.

In the conference room, Lin Yi sat in the center, with Dai Zhifeng's legal team and Ji Shuangshuang's finance team to his left, and Mao Xiaofei's technical team to his right. Costa glanced at the setup, walked directly to the seat opposite Lin Yi, and sat down. He then gestured with his hands to the seats on either side of him, and at his signal, the other members of the negotiation team also sat down on either side of him.

After the negotiation team sat down, they quickly took out the documents from their briefcases, then looked up at Costa, waiting for him to give instructions.

With everything prepared, Costa didn't rush into discussing cooperation. Instead, he asked Lin Yi in English, "During the business negotiations, Mr. Lin openly instructed your company's personnel to assault our translator."

"And caused serious harm."

"Is Mr. Lin completely unafraid of causing an international incident?"

As soon as Costa spoke, Lin Yi, who was sitting directly opposite him, frowned. He really wanted Han Shunfa to throw this person out as well.

But when he thought about the money the other party would have to spend, he gave up the idea.

He lowered his hands, leaned forward, rested his elbows on the conference table, and asked Costa with a malicious look on his face:
Do you know what your translator said?

“We have audio and video recording equipment in our guardhouse. If you need it, we can give you a copy. Take that copy to a professional and have them translate it for you.”

"As for causing an international incident!"

"I don't think you're qualified!"

"Therefore, we'd better get down to business as soon as possible and discuss our next steps in this collaboration."

Costa could understand English. Hearing these contemptuous words, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and told himself not to get angry, he absolutely mustn't get angry.

While trying to calm himself down, he silently sentenced the translator to death in his heart.

When I get back, I must find a reason to give that damn translator a good beating.

Two or three minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes. His team members, who were very perceptive, immediately took the documents out of their briefcases and put them in his hands.

Costa took the document, slowly stood up, walked to Lin Yi's side, and handed the document to Lin Yi with both hands.

After handing over the documents, he turned around and sat back down in the opposite seat, raising his hand to indicate that Lin Yi could look at the documents.

The document was entirely in English, and Lin Yi found it somewhat difficult to read due to the abundance of technical terms.

After reading the document, he picked up his pen and began to mark it up, speaking to Costa across from him as he did so:

“Mr. Costa, I can meet your needs.”

"But I cannot fulfill your demands!"

"Look at what you've written, is this even human language? A single military terminal costs $1000 and requires centimeter-level accuracy."

“How about we do it this way? You sell me a similar level of terminal for $1000, and I'll buy as many as you have.”

"Take a look at the following: $100 million for 10 years of military-grade centimeter-level satellite navigation services."

"Did you not even think when you formulated this demand plan? Or was your brain just designed to make up for the lack of height?"

"You don't actually need to have your height measured!"

After saying these sarcastic remarks, Lin Yi finished modifying the document Costa had given him. Instead of handing it to Costa personally, he held it between two fingers and tossed it forcefully, sending the document spinning back to Costa.

With a thud, it landed on the table in front of him.

Faced with Lin Yi's contemptuous gesture, Costa did not get angry. He simply picked up the document in silence and examined the parts that Lin Yi had modified.

Lin Yi adjusted the price of the military data terminal to $5 per unit.

After adjusting the price, a note was added next to it: "Includes high-definition satellite map and satellite calling."

Further down are the rental prices for related satellite navigation services: military centimeter-level satellite navigation services cost $2000 million per year.

Civilian meter-level satellite navigation service, $1000 million a year.

The absence of any additional notes following these two unit prices suggests that there is no room for negotiation on these prices.

After reviewing all the changes in the document, Costa casually tossed it aside, rested his elbows on the table, interlaced his fingers, and calmly began to speak:
“Mr. Lin, before we begin formal negotiations, I may need to reveal my identity.”

"My full name is Costa Ibtar, and I hold the rank of colonel in the logistics department of the Turkish Ministry of Defense."

"We came to you to cooperate because we felt that your navigation system could barely meet our needs."

"As the first country to purchase your services, our cooperation will definitely attract international attention, which will be like advertising for you."

"This will only benefit you, and will not harm you."

"Moreover, in addition to your Xiaomi 1 satellite navigation system, we can also use the European Galileo system, the America GPS system, and the Russian GLONASS system. Compared to your system, these systems are more technologically mature."

"Therefore, I do not agree with your price!"

"At least one zero should be subtracted!"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw the person opposite him raise their right index finger and gently shake it at him, the meaning of which was clear: don't speak, or rather, don't say these nonsense words.

These finger gestures slowly ignited a fire within Costa, and just as he was about to speak, the other person preempted him:

"Mr. Costa, I need to remind you of one thing: you have no right to negotiate with me!"

"Because you have no choice!"

"You should know better than me how many internal agreements you signed in order to use the GPS navigation system."

"However, we have no direct conflict of interest with you, and at similar prices, the terms we offer you are absolutely the bare minimum!"

"There aren't even any conditions!"

"If you feel that this level of sincerity is not enough, then we can add some conditions, such as usage restrictions. Even if you purchase military-grade positioning services, you can only use them for civilian purposes."

"For example, with related military terminals, at least 500 sets must be purchased at a time. If you buy one less, the price will increase by 5000."

"If you want to negotiate, I can talk to you!"

"But you have no right to negotiate with me!"

After making those sarcastic remarks, Lin Yi turned to look at Mao Xiaofei. Receiving his look, Mao Xiaofei immediately picked up the briefcase beside him, placed it on the table, opened it, took out the documents Lin Yi had prepared earlier, and presented them to Costa.
"Mr. Costa, here are some relevant equipment data and functions. Please take a look!"

(End of this chapter)