Genius is just the threshold for me!

The next morning, Xu Qingling went to take her final exams, while Lin Dong continued to take leave and stayed home, munching on sunflower seeds and reviewing reports from the aerospace base.

Wang Xingguo and Su Ruohua have already departed on a military aircraft, and the search and rescue operation in the southern sea has been ongoing for nearly 24 hours.

In the foreign trade offices in Japan, South Korea, and other regions, the morning sun shines through the windows; in the foreign trade offices in Europe and other regions, the early morning stars fill the sky.

The group of overseas trade personnel received the newly sent authorization documents and materials. Looking at the negotiation strategies and standards outlined on them, their expressions shifted from somewhat strange to intensely delighted. They quickly boarded vehicles and headed to their respective regional liaison offices.

More than ten minutes later, a vehicle drove into the Europa Trade Office.

Peng Gang, the person in charge, pushed open the door and got out of the car. He walked to the door and looked at the office area, which was still brightly lit in the early hours of the morning. He suddenly stopped and said to his assistant.

"It seems our partners can work overtime, unlike what's said online that they don't work overtime at all."

The documents sent regarding the new industry access conditions said they would give a definite response within 24 hours, and they really did wait 24 hours...

"Director Peng, there are still 18 minutes left until they issue the document in 24 hours," the assistant said softly.

"Then let's wait eighteen minutes before going in. Otherwise, they might use those eighteen minutes as an excuse to back out later, and that would be difficult for us."

Peng Gang nodded, then turned to his assistant and chatted casually, "Xiao Zhang, did you see the video yesterday of the fighter jets in the Philippines attempting to land?"

"I saw it. Airports in the Philippines couldn't keep up with the demand, so planes were forced to land directly on highways. Apparently, over a hundred planes were scrambling to land..."

Assistant Xiao Zhang noticed the people coming out and immediately understood, smiling as he said, "I saw the videos online. These fighter jets were in a real hurry; four of them crashed. It was terrible."

"Of course we're in a hurry. We're almost out of fuel. If we don't land soon, the crash will be even worse."

Peng Gang shook his head and sighed, "I just don't understand why a group of carrier-based aircraft would land on land. Do they think they'd dare to go to sea without an aircraft carrier?"

"This may be due to different combat styles. Our aircraft carrier is not yet completed, so we dare not use fighter jets when going to sea. We use bombers instead, which have a large enough combat radius."

Assistant Xiao Zhang said with a serious face: "I saw the news last night. Our latest bomber has a combat radius of nearly 8000 kilometers."

If there were a tanker aircraft that could easily refuel us for 2,000 kilometers in the air, we wouldn't need to refuel on the ground when we're on holiday for the Lunar New Year to go home...

"Xiao Zhang, this is a bomber, not a civilian airliner or transport plane. How are we going to bring you back to China? Where are you going to sit if there's no seat for a trade professional?"

Peng Gang retorted irritably, "So, it'll become a missile mounted under the belly of a bomber...?"

The translators and recorders following behind them listened to the conversation, their shoulders trembling slightly, and they pursed their lips, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

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In the lobby of the Trade Department, a group of staff members who had been preparing to greet Peng Gang as his car drove in turned pale and disgusted when they saw him standing at the door waiting for his turn to come in, chatting with his assistant as if no one else was around.

Damn it, are you guys having a chat?

You're clearly trying to intimidate them... Do you really think they can't understand Chinese?

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"Director Peng, the 24 hours are up." The two had been talking for more than ten minutes when the recorder came up and gently reminded them.

"Ahem!"

Peng Gang coughed twice, quickly interrupting his casual conversation. The next moment, as if he had just seen the group of people who came out to greet him, he walked in with a look of surprise and reached out to shake hands with the leader of the Europa personnel.

"Director Ulrich, it's been a long time! You look tired lately, you should get more rest."

"Ahem, Director Peng, it's been a long time."

Ulrich coughed twice, then put on a warm smile and said enthusiastically, "Let's go into the conference room and talk."

"Director Ulrich, please." Peng Gang gestured for him to go first.

"Director Peng, please."

Ulrich also gestured for Peng Gang to go first. The two exchanged a few polite words and then walked side by side in front, chatting as they went, while the others followed behind them in turn.

Soon, the people from both sides sat down on either side of the conference room.

Ulrich took out a document and looked at Peng Gang seriously, saying, "Director Peng, at this time yesterday, we proposed a plan to further review and improve the entry conditions for the new energy industry and industry A."

After re-analysis, we have determined that the current conditions are no longer in line with the needs of the times and are too demanding. This plan has now been completely scrapped…

After Ulrich finished speaking, the Europa translator next to him also repeated it in Chinese.

"Yes, that's a very good attitude."

Peng Gang nodded in agreement, then took out a document and carefully handed it over: "Director Ulrich, I have been thinking about your plan to raise the entry requirements."

We conducted a thorough investigation into the demand for new energy products among your local population and the attitudes of your companies towards technology A. I discovered a common issue among them.

That is, people want to try these products and services, but they cannot experience the benefits of new energy products or the huge improvement in enterprise efficiency brought by technology because the price and service are too expensive...

In response to this demand from your people and businesses, I specifically consulted with domestic companies and confirmed that these products and services barely cover costs, with extremely thin profit margins.

Ultimately, we believe the root of the problem is that your tariffs are set too high.

The enormous tariff costs have become the biggest obstacle for your people and businesses to enjoy the benefits of the new era of technology. In order to solve this problem, this is our proposal for tariff reduction...

"The overall tax rate has been lowered from 42.4% to 10.4%... Good heavens!"

Ulrich carefully read the contents of the document, skipping over the individual tax categories at the beginning, and went straight to the final total tax. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible, Director Peng. I cannot accept your proposed tax rate. You are trying to dump your products and destroy our industry..."

"Director Ulrich, we are responding to the strong demand of your people. After our calculations, we believe that at this tax rate, most of your people can enjoy the benefits of the new industry."

Peng Gang pulled out a printed survey report with an electronic signature and said seriously, "Look, here are two thousand survey reports. Ninety-five percent of the public and businesses believe that the current tax rate is too high..."

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We are committed to bringing cheaper and better new energy products, as well as better technologies and services to people all over the world.

We are not the United States; we don't just send our aircraft carriers out to make every region in the world accept their proposals...

But you're using that large bomber with laser interception capabilities to make your statement...

Ulrich cursed inwardly.

Although China has previously deployed weapons to Europe, those were all long-range intercontinental ballistic missiles, considered national treasures, and would not be used lightly unless there was a life-or-death situation.

If they are used without prior notice, missiles will be launched all over the world without even waiting for the warheads to land.

In this situation, they knew they weren't qualified to be among the first to enjoy it; if anyone were to enjoy it, it would be the Americans who would get priority.

However, the restrictions on large bombers intercepted by lasers are not as many as those on intercontinental ballistic missiles, since the United States' large bombers fly all over the world every year.

If this thing were to be loaded with a bomb, and one day it were to hurtle down on them right under the nose of a satellite, no one would be able to sleep at night.

After cursing for a while, he remembered that shocking observation report on the southern operations, as well as the solemn instructions from his superiors.

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Ulrich could only curse his former superior, who had joined the US in pushing for higher entry requirements for new energy and A-type industries, to meet his maker soon. He composed himself, maintained a smile, and began a protracted, piecemeal negotiation.

The negotiations lasted for several hours.

At dawn, Peng Gang, holding the latest negotiation results document, walked to the parked vehicle, looked at Ulrich and the others who had come to see him off, and smiled as he extended his hand.

"Mr. Ulrich, should I call you Director Ulrich next time we meet?"

"Peng, if you can get us to raise the tariff by a few percentage points, that'll be fine with me."

Ulrich shook hands, replying with a hint of helplessness in his expression.

Negotiations where you don't have the initiative are truly exhausting, both physically and mentally.

"We'll talk about it another time."

Peng Gang smiled and replied, then let go of her hand, got into the car, and waved goodbye.

As the vehicle left the Europa Trade Office, Peng Gang looked out the window at Ulrich and the others who had watched him leave, their smiles finally fading.

Looking at the document in his hand, which showed the final total tariff at 18.6%, a broad smile spread across his face.

The overall tariff will be reduced from 42.4% to 18.6% for a period of one and a half years.

This means that a new energy vehicle priced at 20 yuan, with its domestic export price and profit remaining unchanged, could see its retail price in the European market drop from 28.5 yuan to 23.7 yuan in the next year and a half.

The overall market competitiveness and foreign trade sales can be significantly improved.

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This is a disaster for related companies in Europe, but a feast for related companies in China.

"Chengfei is really awesome."

Peng Gang sighed, "The last time I felt this good was a few years ago at the New Energy Industry Summit, when Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's J-16 electronic warfare aircraft went to sea and was able to take on six opponents at once in electronic warfare..."

"Director, this equipment is what gives us confidence."

The assistant in the co-pilot's seat turned around and said with a smile, "After yesterday's results from the southern exercise, I felt like my back straightened up instantly, and I grew three centimeters taller."

"Did you used to have a hunchback? Straightening your back will make you grow three centimeters."

Peng Gang chuckled irritably and cursed, glancing at the rising sun in the east outside the car window, and instructed, "Go back and send the negotiation results and documents back. The country is waiting for our good news..."

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