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Chapter 525 Saler: Is this something that really exists? (First update!)

Saller spoke in a very casual tone, as if he were shopping at a supermarket and had asked the cashier to pack up a few vegetables he liked.

Salle was the one buying groceries, and he himself was the salesperson.

Being rich is great!

Buy whatever you want.

With a sigh, Lin Yi quickly agreed and responded gently:

"I'll send you the performance data for that tank in a bit, but I should warn you, it's a bit expensive."

"How much more expensive can it be?" Saller replied unhurriedly, and then hung up the phone.

Only the constant busy tone on the phone reminded Lin Yi that he had just pre-sold one unit.

A skyscraper rises from the ground; let's sell one unit at a time.

To reduce some of the costs, I need to minimize my stress.

He put down his phone, found the non-intelligent tank parameters on his computer, deleted some important points, packed up the rest, and sent it to the email address Salle had left.

After sending the message, he picked up his phone again, found Sadr's contact information, and, as a last resort, dialed the number:
"Mr. Sadr, would you like a tank?"

"What would I do with that stuff? We're doing pretty well with our guerrilla warfare right now. If I were to use that stuff, I'd just be a sitting duck. No way!"

"Really not?"

"Really not! We need at least a dozen of those to be considered a significant force, but we don't have that much money, we can't afford to buy them, and we certainly can't afford to support the workers. Okay, I'm moving now, I'm hanging up!"

With no one in the Middle East willing to take him, Lin Yi turned his attention to Africa, but embarrassingly, he had little contact with people there.

Unable to think of a good solution, he tossed his phone onto the table, lay down on the sofa, and started to sleep.

Once I wake up, maybe I'll find a solution.

…………

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Sall woke up refreshed at 3 p.m., ready to finish his afternoon work for an hour.

I sat down in my office, turned on my computer, and was just about to start working when I caught a glimpse of a new notification in the notification bar.

[You have a new unread email in your private inbox!]

His brain kicked in, and the conversation he had with Lin Yi at noon flashed through his mind. Recalling those words, he immediately put his work aside and downloaded the emails.

turn on.

He wanted to see what kind of tank was worth Lin Yi personally promoting.

And judging from what he said, this so-called tank seems to be a little expensive.

No matter how expensive their tanks are, can they be more expensive than America's tanks?
The document was a bit large, and it took the software a while to open it.

The first thing that caught his eye was a rendering of a tank.

Tanks in desert camouflage race across the sand, their rampaging tracks kicking up clouds of dust that stretch beyond the frame, leaving the viewer with a sense of boundless power and dynamism.

Saul mentally gave the rendering a 10 out of 10, and decided that he would send it to his subordinates later, instructing them to find a suitable photo studio, print it out, frame it, and place it in his office.

Scrolling the mouse wheel flips the page to the second page of the preview.

On this page, the name of that tank finally appears.

Megatron Type I Tank

Sall was fluent in Chinese, so he naturally knew whose proper name was "Megatron".

Once he understood this, he couldn't help but look up, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Chinese people...

What are the Chinese doing?
Or has the older generation stepped down, allowing the younger generation to take the lead in weapons development?
How could anyone name a tank "Megatron"?

but……

It sounds nice, but I wonder if Hasbro will cause them trouble and ask for royalties.

Below the name is a brief description of the tank's design.

In just a few short paragraphs, Saller read them all in a matter of minutes, and after finishing, he was completely stunned.

Because this is a 4th generation tank!
4th generation tank!
The fourth-generation tank is still basically present in various PowerPoint presentations.

He chewed on the word several times, then flipped past the brief description and to the parameter table.

"The vehicle is 8.5 meters long, 3.7 meters wide, and 2.4 meters high. The fully armed vehicle weighs 55 tons, has a top speed of 85 kilometers per hour, and a range of 800 kilometers at its top speed?"

"Personnel, firepower, engine separation?"

"A 125mm main gun? Capable of firing the only stable discarding sabot armor-piercing round, a high-explosive anti-tank round, and carrying 60 rounds of ammunition?"

"A high-performance fire control system with built-in aiming assistance, capable of autonomously locking onto targets?"

"Full-vehicle spherical monitoring, observation from all angles without blind spots?"

"A brand new cockpit, like driving a tank? With built-in air conditioning? And a mini-fridge?"

"Hybrid electric vehicles, large batteries, can operate regardless of altitude?"

"Automatic transmission? Step on the gas to go forward, step on the brake to stop, and shift into reverse to go backward?"

"60mm multi-layered composite special alloy + carbide ceramic armor, specifically designed to resist armor-piercing projectiles?"

"Equipped with two 7.62mm coaxial machine guns, one six-cell anti-aircraft missile launcher, one six-cell anti-tank missile launcher, an electromagnetic interference system for drones? A laser anti-drone system?"

"It can also serve as a central command system? And support data sharing?"

After reading the performance parameter table, Salle began to search his mind for the performance parameters of mainstream tanks around the world. Only then did he realize that he was not familiar with these parameters.

He sighed, took out his phone, and called his cousin Musa.

Upon learning that his older brother needed the performance parameters of mainstream tanks worldwide, Musa only said "30 minutes" before hanging up the phone.

Less than 30 minutes later, he appeared before Saleh with a thick stack of documents:

"The specifications of all the world's mainstream tanks that you want to know are all here."

"Thank you!" Saller took the documents with both hands, then quickly returned to his desk, placed them in front of the computer monitor, and began to peruse the contents displayed on the screen.

The first thing that catches the eye is the America M1A2 Abrams tank.

The Abrams tank's weight varies slightly depending on the armor configuration, ranging from 62 to 68 tons. It can carry a crew of four: a commander, a gunner, a loader, and a driver.

Equipped with a Honeywell AGT1500 gas turbine, 1500 horsepower, maximum road speed 67-72 km/h, maximum off-road speed 48-56 km/h, and maximum range of approximately 400 km without an external fuel tank.

The main gun is an M256 120mm smoothbore gun, designed by Rheinmetall in Germany and produced under license by America.

It can use fin-stabilized discarding sabot armor-piercing projectiles, high-explosive anti-tank projectiles, and multi-purpose armor-piercing projectiles.

人工装填，每分钟可发射6~8发炮弹，整辆车携带40发炮弹。    辅助武器是7.62毫米m240机枪，和12.7毫米mr重机枪，以及一门六联装m250 66毫米榴弹发射器。

This is America's most powerful tank. Although it has been in service for many years, it is still the most powerful tank on the planet.

but……

America's tanks, compared to the data provided by Lin Yi, looked so pale and powerless, so weak and pitiful.

Scratching his head, Salle tossed aside the Abrams tank data and picked up the documents behind it.

The second document is about Leopard 2A6 and A7 from Germany.

The German Leopard 2A6 and A7 are not inferior to America's Abrams in terms of performance parameters. However, the Abrams has combat experience, while the Leopard 2A6 and A7 do not.

Based on this, Salle naturally categorized it as a lower tier.

Setting aside the German data, Saller picked up the data on England's Challenger 2 and France's Leclerc.

After spending about 10 minutes watching, his disappointment deepened, because these two were not even as good as German tanks.

The last piece of information comes from the Russian T-90MS, an improved version that Russia painstakingly developed after the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Its main selling point is its cost-effectiveness and wide applicability.

However, its overall performance is significantly worse than the previous ones.

As for the tanks that were not on the list, there are countless of them.

Seeing how intently he was studying tank data, Musa curiously leaned closer and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the tank data from China!"

"China's tank data? Their tanks aren't good enough, no need to look at them." As he spoke, Musa shook his head, then lay back on the sofa with a disappointed look, preparing to sneak a rest when he had a spare moment.

These words and actions made Salle realize that Musa had misunderstood. He gently rotated the computer screen with both hands, displaying the content on the screen to Musa's eyes:

"It's not their official tank. It's from Xiaomi Heavy Industry, which we've worked with before. Their CEO just called me and said they have a new tank."

"It will probably be listed around the middle of next year. He asked me if I was interested, and then he sent me this data sheet."

"It seems a bit too far-fetched, which is why I asked you to find the information."

"When compared to this, their data is really a bit outrageous."

Sall's explanation piqued Musa's interest instantly. He brought his eyes close to the computer screen, dragged the mouse, and read through the information word by word from beginning to end.

He froze as soon as he saw the parameters. He hurriedly grabbed the Abrams tank's specifications, looked at them repeatedly for a long time, and then slammed the Abrams tank's specifications table onto the table.

"Fake, absolutely fake!"

"This tank could never exist in this world. If it did, it would change the entire world's war landscape."

"Absolutely impossible!"

You've definitely been scammed!

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and in the end he even seemed a little crazy. Salle just watched from the side, offering no advice or comfort, but simply calmly observing Musa's madness.

Only after Musa, in his frenzy, had finished reading all the documents did he ask:

"If all of this is true, and such a tank really exists, how much do you think would be a reasonable price?"

"How much is appropriate?" Musa's voice rose slightly in response, carrying a hint of surprise and uncertainty, and his gaze toward Saler held an indescribable emotion.

When Saller met his gaze, he felt as if the person opposite him was looking at him like he was a clown.

Rolling his eyes, Saleh touched his nose and said, "Just say what you want to say, there's no need to hide anything."

Upon hearing this, Musa raised his right hand and gave him a thumbs-up:
"Very good, you can even recognize your mistakes!"

After speaking, he withdrew his right hand and pointed to the parameters on the large screen:
"Not for sale!"

"In any case, none of the countries we've mentioned would sell this thing to others."

"This is a deadly weapon!"

“If the parameters are true…” Musa raised his right hand, his five long fingers spread wide in front of Saler:
"We don't need too many, just five. Five tanks can form an assault team and crush America's Abrams tank battalion."

"Even a tank regiment!"

“With such good stuff, no matter how much you can get your hands on, your brother will take it all.”

"And we'll accept everything!"

Musa's series of explanations gave Saler a real headache. He had been dealing with Lin Yi, who was very easygoing and had some impressive qualities. So, he had been misled by Lin Yi and actually thought that a tank with such performance was quite ordinary.

They actually thought that tanks like these would be easy to sell.

Thinking of all this, Saller let out a soft laugh, a laugh at his own foolishness.

But as he was laughing, he froze, because Lin Yi hadn't mentioned the Chinese government at all.

All of this seemed to belong to him.

like……

The worry on Sal's face slowly faded, replaced by ecstatic joy. He grabbed Musa's shoulders and shook him vigorously, saying:

"This information came from Lin Yi, and he even specifically tried to sell it to me."

"So, these tanks should be produced internally by Xiaomi Heavy Industry. Then, to reduce the cost, their superiors agreed that they could sell these things."

"We can get our hands on this high-performance tank!"

Musa, whose shoulders he was shaking wildly, slowly regained consciousness at this moment.

They had actually been watching the deal between Xiaomi Heavy Industry and Saler, as well as the deal between the Saler family, all along.

There are many items inside that cannot be traded, but they are sold anyway.

By that logic, Lin Yi might actually want to sell this tank.

Thinking of this, Musa suddenly turned his head, picked up the documents on the table, hugged them to his arms, and hurriedly walked out.

It wasn't until he left that Salle realized what was happening and quickly called out again:

"Musa, what are you doing?"

“I’ll show the stuff to your brother. He’ll definitely be happy to buy this tank. Even if he can’t buy it, he can play with a defective one.”

"Wait for me! I'll come too!" After tidying up the office documents, Saler led his men to find his older brother.

Half an hour later, in Sayyid's office, Sayyid was holding a landline phone and frantically firing at the person on the other end:

"Next time you need to share information, do it earlier. Don't give me that nonsense about only receiving the information this morning."

"I do not believe!"

"I just received the call this morning. Did they fly there?"

(End of this chapter)