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Chapter 154 What kind of bewitching potion did the Easterners give Yi Tuo?

The crowd, who had just been so enthusiastic, now all looked grim.

Two hundred aircraft! That's an enormous number! With fighter jet prices rising, very few customers buy two hundred planes at once! Even buying forty is considered a large order!
what happened?

Marcel Dassault smiled calmly: "The larger the quantity, the worse the performance. What Yituo is purchasing are probably aircraft like the MiG-21. These low-end aircraft are nothing more than cannon fodder on the battlefield and won't affect our Dassault's high-end fighter jet exports. Come on, let's drink!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. That's right, what the East produced was just a low-end fighter jet!

“Yes, when Iraq purchased our Mirage F1 fighters, the Russians went to promote their Su-22s. As a result, Iraq purchased both our Mirage F1s and Su-22s. We were the high-end, and the Russians were the low-end. Iraq is our most loyal and traditional customer. Purchasing some low-end fighters will not affect Dassault Aviation!” Samin said. “Come on, cheers!”

Everyone raised their glasses again, but... the secretary who came to deliver the message still hadn't left.

"Melani, is there anything else?"

"Italy has... withdrawn its order for twenty Mirage 2000s, and has also decided to abandon the second batch of Mirage F1 procurement contracts..."

what?
Marcel Dassault's face flushed red instantly. Dozens of aircraft were nothing; the key issue was... he didn't understand what was going on with Italy. Why would they ignore the top-quality, advanced Mirage 2000 and instead purchase some second-rate Eastern fighters?

In his eyes, Dassault's fighter jets are the most advanced, and now, Ito's actions are a slap in the face to Dassault!
"The Itau people must have been fooled by the Easterners... Mr. Dassault, Mr. Dassault!"

Samin darted over and caught Marcel Dassault, who was falling backward.

Crack! The glass full of red wine fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, just like the heart of a large person.

On the other side, Maxim's Restaurant.

"Come on, Mr. Sadamaku, let me toast you!"

Saddam Hussein picked up his glass, coughed, sipped grape juice, and smiled broadly: "Come on, Mr. Qin, the East really produces talented people. You're so young, yet you're already the head of the arms sales project!"

"I'm just here to help. The formal contract needs to be signed with CATIC. This Manager Liu from CATIC will be in contact with you later."

Manager Liu raised his glass: "Come on, Mr. Saddam, Mr. Hamid, let me toast you!"

After a few drinks, the atmosphere became even more harmonious.

“Mr. Sadam, we have reached a cooperation agreement this time, but Dassault Systèmes will definitely not give up. They may use all sorts of despicable means to obstruct our cooperation.”

"They dare! We have the right to choose when purchasing fighter jets internationally, and it's not their place to tell us what to do."

"Yes, that's true, but we still need to be careful. Everything else is fine, but the engines used in the Super 7 project need to be imported from Europe. To avoid trouble, I have a suggestion."

"please say."

"We publicly announced that these two hundred aircraft are all ordinary J-7s. In reality, we will only fulfill the contract for one hundred J-7s. The rest will be voided for various reasons. As for the Super-7 contract, we can choose a third party, such as Yonta, to sign it..."

The RB199 engine is European, with Rolls-Royce being the main manufacturer. The relationship between Britain and Iraq has never been good, and judging from the equipment of the Iraqi army, there are almost no British products.

However, the relationship between the Arab world and Britain is very good. Except during the Middle East wars when the Arab brothers united to sanction the West, they are good friends. Using the shell of the Arab world, the engine can be easily obtained.

"Alright, I'll do as you say!" Saddam nodded. "Later, the French will definitely come looking for you. When that happens, you must be polite and avoid escalating the conflict with the French. After all, you still have a large quantity of French-made weapons..."

"Hmph, purchasing weapons is our freedom and our internal affair. If those French dare to interfere, I'll give them a good dressing down!"

"No, please don't! If that happens, they might cut off the supply of parts, turning your fighter jets into scrap metal! Especially since they're selling them at high prices to make huge profits, they'll be furious if you expose them!"

"Hmph! They wouldn't dare! Doing that would tarnish the reputation of their legal weapons!"

Under normal circumstances, Shadak wouldn't act so impulsively, but unfortunately, he's had a few drinks and is a bit tipsy.

Staggering back to the hotel, Shadama saw several people standing at the door. These guys weren't waiting in the hotel lobby on the first floor; they had come to his door instead!

"Mr. Sadam, your company has cancelled the purchase contract with us. May I ask why? What difficulties do you have? Please tell us..."

“No problem, I just can’t stand Dassault’s high prices and low quality!” Sandrak glared at the speaker: “Delasco, how come someone as insignificant as you is talking to me? You’re not worthy! Where’s Dassault? Where’s Samin?”

"Mr. Sadama, the esteemed Mr. Dassault was extremely distressed upon hearing that you had breached the contract, and suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. He has been hospitalized..."

"What?" Shadama's face changed completely. Qin Liang had called you shameless, but I never expected that your shamelessness had no bottom line!
"So, it's my fault?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant..."

"We'll talk again once he's better!"

Delasco and the others watched as Saddam Hussein entered the presidential suite and tried to follow, but were blocked at the door by his bodyguards.

What kind of bewitching potion did the Easterners give him?

Delasco and the others left dejectedly, not even in the mood for a ride. The group walked along the Seine, their expressions somber.

If it were just this batch of fighter jets involved in the cooperation, it wouldn't be a big problem. The key issue is that this is a bad sign: a powerful competitor has emerged in the military aircraft market!
We should hurry up and find out exactly what kind of contract they signed!

Whoosh!
Just then, a sound came from behind them. Before they could react, a bicycle whizzed past them at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, the rider disappeared into the night.

"That speed must be over fifty kilometers per hour, right?"

"Faster, I see seventy!"

Just as the group was discussing this, another group of cyclists caught up from behind, panting and exhausted.

"Matilda, wait!"

"Matilda, where did you buy your bicycle? We want one too!"

A voice drifted from the distant night sky: "Want to know? Catch up with me and I'll tell you!"

(End of this chapter)