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Chapter 117 Sky Flash Missile
When Peterman arrived at Oxford Street, it was already noon. Qin Liang and his group were having lunch at an expensive Western restaurant. Everyone was dressed in Burberry clothes, having changed from head to toe. It has to be said that wearing big brand clothes made them look more sophisticated.

"Mr. Qin, I heard you bought a shop..."

"Yes, didn't you say that I can buy whatever I like and you'll pay for it? I thought that Burberry store was nice, a prime street-front shop with lots of foot traffic, and I really liked it, so I bought it."

They're asking you to buy everyday items, not to invest. Thankfully, it's just a shop, not a building... If you wanted the whole Oxford Street, would they buy it all?
"Mr. Qin, well... about the company..."

"What? You guys aren't reluctant to part with it, are you?"

Three and a half million pounds! Such a huge sum of money, who would be willing to part with it! Peterman carefully considered his words when he heard Qin Liang continue, "Compared to our cooperative project, this three million is just a drop in the ocean. Come, let me toast you, to thank you for giving me a prime street-front shop, a shop that can be passed down for three generations..."

“Mr. Qin, our company has agreed to your suggestion in principle. We don’t mind taking a loss; the key is to deepen our cooperative relationship with you…” Peterman organized his words, “Our company believes that developing a good cooperative relationship with the East is beneficial to both of us…”

"Of course. I also have a cooperation plan here, I wonder if you would be interested."

"You tell me!"

"Integrate your Skyflash missiles into our Super-7 fighter jets. This way, our Eastern Super-7s will gain beyond-visual-range air combat capabilities, and Britain can sell missiles. This is absolutely a win-win solution!"

Peterman was stunned. What? You want our Skyflash? You're shameless! That's the world's most advanced air-to-air missile!
When it comes to medium-range air-to-air missiles, the AIM-7 Sparrow missile is the first choice. It is a large family of missiles, and the early models had very poor accuracy. US Navy and Air Force pilots who flew F-4 Phantoms are the most qualified to say about this. They would fire all the Sparrows at once, hoping to catch one by chance.

This situation was not changed until the AIM-7M in 1982, whose guidance system adopted the British Skyflash missile technology.

Previous seekers used a conical pulse scanning system, which was easily interfered with and had poor guidance accuracy. The basis for the 100% hit rate of Sky Flash is the use of a single-pulse seeker developed by Marconi, which greatly improves the guidance capability.

Now, Qin Liang actually wants this thing?
"No, no, this is the world's most advanced medium-range air-to-air missile, we cannot sell it to you."

"I didn't say I was going to sell it to us. I just said we should promote it to customers together. Our Super-7 has advanced radar, but it can't function without missiles," Qin Liang said. "You can sell these missiles directly to Pakistan; we won't get involved."

If Buffett has it, then we in the East have it too!

What does the East have now?

Almost all missile projects were scrapped! Only the HQ-61 surface-to-air missile system barely made it to finalization and service, and it was only equipped on a few frigates. In the mid-1980s, the guidance head of the Italian Aspide missile was installed on the missile body to make the PL-11 air-to-air missile. Unfortunately, by the time it was finalized and put into service, it was already the era of active medium-range missiles. This thing was not deployed in many places and was replaced by the PL-12.

We have the planes, the avionics, and the engines; all we're missing are the missiles!
Peterman's eyes darted around: "If we sell it directly to Pakistan, that's something we can consider."

"Okay, it's settled then. I'm full, I'll go shopping again this afternoon and buy a big color TV. You go back to the company and discuss the export of these missiles... Goodbye!"

Peterman watched Qin Liang and the others leave, feeling like he'd forgotten something. But once outside, the cold wind from the Atlantic brought it to his senses: three and a half million pounds! Such a huge sum of money couldn't be given to Qin Liang for nothing; he had to get it back!

But... going back now to ask for it... never mind, I should go back and report on the Skyflash missile issue first. This is a big deal. We only produce the guidance system; the missiles belong to BAE Systems. I'll have to talk to them about it...

Oxford Street.

"Qin Liang, are you really not going to return the shop to them?"

"Of course we have to return it," Qin Liang said. "Such a valuable gift can't be accepted casually. Otherwise, I'd be quarantined and interrogated when I get back, to see if I've made some traitorous deal with the British." The group of people felt a chill run down their spines.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin!" Just then, a voice came from behind.

"Ms. Vera?"

"Our store manager is back, and she wants to talk to you..."

"No time! I was just about to go buy a color TV!"

"I'll buy it for you!"

"Okay, buy a 21-inch one, brand doesn't matter, but it must be PAL standard. German products should all be of this standard."

"it is good."

"You can pay me first, I'll give you the money after I buy it."

Using it as a cover? Are you kidding me? This guy never intended to spend any money! To make up for her mistake, Vera maxed out her credit cards…

Qin Liang didn't care. When he returned to his shop, he saw two fashionable women chatting. They were wearing suit jackets, white shirts, large floral collars, skirts, stockings, and high heels...

One of them was blond and blue-eyed, a foreigner; the other... had yellow skin and black eyes, and at this moment, his big, watery eyes were looking at Qin Liang and the others.

"Qin Liang, it really is you!"

"Yang Duo'er...you own this shop? We've really messed up this place..."

"No, no, this shop belongs to my classmate from when I was in the US... Come, let me introduce you. Vivian, my friend, is the owner of this shop. Vivian, this is Qin Liang, my... friend."

Tang Changhong and the others widened their eyes. Qin Liang was amazing; he even had acquaintances in England!
"Mr. Qin, I'm so sorry, my staff was rude..."

“Ms. Vivian, this isn’t a matter of her bad attitude, it’s a matter of her stance. In her eyes, we Easterners are inferior. I, Qin Liang, just can’t stand that. Now, I have to give my friend some face, so you can continue to rent this shop.”

"Thank you, Mr. Qin... If it's possible, could you sell this shop to me?"

She hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it before, but after Qin Liang's interference, she felt it would be safer to buy the shop back and put it under her own name.

"Well... no problem, five million pounds!"

Tang Changhong and his two companions widened their eyes. We just went shopping today and casually made 1.5 million pounds? And the capital was provided by the British. We just... got something for nothing?

(End of this chapter)