Rebirth of the Flying Era

After a confidential conversation, Hashem hurriedly left in a car half an hour later.

Du Fei walked him to the door and waved goodbye.

When I came back, I saw Zhang Wenzhong with an expression on his face that was hesitant to speak.

Du Fei chuckled and said, "Old Zhang, what's your expression like? Just say whatever you want."

Zhang Wenzhong laughed dryly: "Um...manager, do you really want to sell the missile? Then...that's Dongfeng-2!"

Du Fei said: "So what about the Dongfeng-2? As long as the price is right, there is nothing for sale here. Besides, we just mentioned it and the order for 300 tanks was completed. If we don't hang it with missiles, what do you think?" They are fools.”

Zhang Wenzhong grinned and could only click so far.

Du Fei patted him on the shoulder and said calmly: "Lao Zhang, don't worry, I have a sense of discretion."

After saying that, he returned to the office in the courtyard and immediately picked up the phone and called Dad Zhu.

The person who answered the phone was Secretary Deng.

Du Fei said: "Hey, Brother Deng, are you busy today?"

Secretary Deng understood what he meant, he wanted to get over it.

"There's one more meeting in the morning, and I'm going to the Second Machinery Department in the afternoon... I only have lunch time, about twenty minutes..."

Du Fei said: "Okay, then I'll go over at noon, so we can have a bite together."

Secretary Deng was stunned.

It's lunch time, so go at this time, either because the matter is extremely important and urgent, or the relationship is particularly close and casual.

But no matter what, the leader usually eats by himself, while someone else reports to him.

It's not uncommon for people to ask Du Fei to have a bite together, but it's very rare.

More than an hour later, Du Fei arrived outside Zhu's office twenty minutes early.

After waiting for a while, Secretary Deng asked him to come in.

Dad Zhu was sitting on the sofa, with three dishes and one soup on the coffee table in front of him.

One stir-fried potato shreds, one bean sprouts stir-fried with rice noodles, one cabbage slice stir-fried with carrots, and the soup is winter melon and sea rice soup.

"Xiao Fei is here~" Dad Zhu pointed to the seat next to him: "Sit down."

Du Fei said "Hey" and sat down.

A bowl of steaming rice and millet was already placed in front of me.

Du Fei picked up his chopsticks and said, "Dad, what you are eating is too light."

Dad Zhu laughed and said: "I am older, not younger. At your age, I can eat two kilograms of beef in one meal."

Du Fei took a mouthful of vegetables, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed: "Hey, your appetite is enough to go to Liangshan."

Dad Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that those Liangshan heroes often cut two kilograms of beef when they went out to eat.

He couldn't help laughing, and pointed at Du Fei with his chopsticks: "You..."

Du Fei eats quickly, and Zhu's father still has half a bowl of rice. He has replenished it twice and has eaten three bowls of rice.

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth and said, "Dad, please eat slowly and listen to what I tell you."

Dad Zhu said "hmm" and took a sip of the soup.

Du Fei recounted the situation of his meeting with Hasim just now.

When Zhu’s father heard that Du Fei had sold the tanks for US$520,000 each, there were 300 of them at once.

After calculating the total amount in an instant, I couldn't help but feel moved.

Then he looked deeply at Du Fei, put down his job and said, "$520,000 per car is enough to buy our three Type 59s. This deal... I'm afraid it's not easy~"

Du Fei chuckled and said, "Dad, you are wise, take a look at this."

As he said this, he took out the missile pamphlet that he had just shown to Hasim and handed it to Dad Zhu.

Dad Zhu took it and glanced at it for a few times, looked up at Du Fei, frowned and said, "Did you use this as a bargaining chip?"

Du Fei nodded and said: "I'm not a fool. If I don't have something to catch, I won't be willing to bleed."

Dad Zhu fell silent.

After a while, he said helplessly: "You~ really gave me a problem."

Objectively speaking, Du Fei did have a problem.

On one side are 100 million to tens of millions of dollars, and on the other side are the Dongfeng-2 missiles that have just been equipped with troops and have not yet warmed up.

Planting flowers now is not the same. A few decades later, Dongfeng Express has developed into a series.

The Dongfeng-2, which has now completed loading and bombing, is already the biggest killer.

Is it really okay to sell this to Ka Dazuo?

But if you don't agree, the order for 300 tanks will be in vain.

After all, if one of them costs 520,000 US dollars, why would you buy 300 tanks?

Dad Zhu said solemnly: "I can't make the decision on this matter, I must ask for permission."

Du Fei hurriedly said: "Dad, don't worry. I know that the Dongfeng-2 missile is extraordinary. We can't sell it easily."

A flash of surprise flashed in Dad Zhu's eyes.

Du Fei continued: "But don't we still have the Dongfeng-1 developed previously..."

Dad Zhu frowned and said, "Do you want to replace Dongfeng-2 with Dongfeng-1?"

Du Fei said: "Dad, our Dongfeng-2 is actually an improvement of the Dongfeng-1, with some increased range, but in essence, there is no difference. From the outside, they look similar, but the range is different by more than 500 kilometers. But the force Biya's area is limited. Even if they get the missile and conduct a test launch, they can't go abroad. The range of the Dongfeng-1 in their country is enough..."

Du Fei gave a lot of reasons.

The purpose is to pass it off as a good one and deceive Captain Ka.

After hearing this, Dad Zhu thought carefully.

Du Fei added: "Besides, my fire equipment company is just a business, and any external transactions are commercial activities..."

Dad Zhu weighed the pros and cons.

Once you do this, you will definitely have to bear certain political risks.

The question now is whether the risks are worth the benefits.

But there is no doubt that Du Fei did not stare at Dongfeng-2 but wanted Dongfeng-1, which greatly reduced the difficulty of this matter.

In fact, the Dongfeng-1 missile is only a technology verification missile developed and has not been officially equipped with troops.

At first, they were mainly imitations of Sugo's P-2 missiles, and the earliest ones were V2 missiles originating from Dokko.

However, after the successful development, the Dongfeng-2 missile was directly improved on this basis and quickly achieved success.

Coupled with some other reasons, the Dongfeng-1 missile is not officially equipped.

But Du Fei had previously inquired through Wang Chunfeng of the Air Force Design Institute that more than a dozen prototype missiles were manufactured for experiments, and more than half of them were launched, but eight missiles were still stored in the institute's warehouse.

Du Fei's real target is these sealed Dongfeng-1 missiles.

In fact, Du Fei knew best.

Based on the current internal and external situation of Zhonghua, no matter how high the price offered by Ka Dazuo is, it is unlikely to export Dongfeng-2 missiles.

Just like Li Yuanchao, he came back to seek greater support, but he couldn't even send out ten or twenty tanks.

No matter you have a thousand reasons, all you have to ask is, what if the goose comes?

No one will stand firm under such pressure.

That's why Dad Zhu frowned when he saw Dongfeng-2 just now.

Because he knew Du Fei, and with Du Fei's vision and caution, he should not make such a mistake.

Sure enough, Du Fei did not disappoint him.

Only this kid could come up with such a bad idea to paint the useless Dongfeng-1 as Dongfeng-2 and sell it.

"What you have in mind..." Dad Zhu couldn't describe it well, so he simply stopped eating and reached out for a cigarette.

Du Fei immediately stretched out his hand to light it: "Dad, do you think this can be done?"

Dad Zhu said: "The missile is not a yam egg. As I said before, I can't decide whether it succeeds or not."

This was what Du Fei was waiting for.

He didn't expect Dad Zhu to make the final decision.

Even if they are sealed and discarded, missiles are still missiles.

Who dares to call the shots without authorization?

Du Fei said hey, "Dad, I'll just wait for your good news. I won't disturb you for dinner. I have to receive a group of people at my place in the afternoon~"

Du Fei left. Dad Zhu took a look and saw that he had half a bowl of rice left, but he had no intention of eating any more.

He shouted to the door: "Xiao Deng, go and ask the swimming pool when they are free..."

Du Fei, on his side, returned to his unit and began to prepare to deal with Said who was coming later.

As for the Dongfeng-1 missile, his mentality is very good.

Anyway, everything that can be done has been done, and in Du Fei's opinion, the probability of failure is very small.

Even if it really doesn't work, it's not something he can change. The worst he can do is stop making money.

At the same time, far away in Tripoli, the capital of Libya.

Ka Dazuo, dressed in military uniform, was reading the telegram just sent by Hashem.

I couldn't help but be overjoyed.

In the telegram, regardless of the number of words, Hasim first made a series of flattery, and then mentioned that Du Fei had copied the T62 tank, and its performance exceeded that of the same tank in Egypt that had been castrated.

However, he only said a few words about tanks and mentioned them in one stroke.

Then the missile was mentioned, a surface-to-surface missile derived from the Sugo P-2 that is the latest equipment of Zhonghua.

The range reaches more than 1200 kilometers.

Seeing this number, Ka Dazuo's eyes lit up.

1,200 kilometers, what a concept!

He can attack whoever he wants in the surrounding countries.

For example, how could the person who took refuge in the former king be so confident about his note?

Isn't it because he has short hands and short legs, so he can't reach the other side of the Mediterranean Sea?

If you have this kind of missile in your hand, you won't believe that those thin guys dare to be so tough.

Ka Dazuo gritted his teeth as he thought.

Looking further down, it is Hashem’s half-truth and half-false deception.

Claiming that he accidentally discovered that these missiles were originally sold to Pakistan...

So far, although Kadazho has won, domestic and foreign affairs are still in chaos, and Hashem is not afraid of verification at all.

He also said that Du Fei was very dissatisfied because of Pakistan's lowering the price, and the transaction was in a deadlock.

He said this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and asked Ka Dazuo if he wanted it.

If he wanted to, he was growing flowers, and even if he risked his life, he would bring these missiles back to Libya.

After reading it, Ka Dazuo felt more and more excited.

He immediately ordered a call back, which translated into only eight words: "We must win at any cost."

Ka Dazuo is not stupid, at least at this time, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as 'smart and wise'.

He knew exactly what Hashem was.

Maybe he was once a qualified soldier, but now... he has long turned into a fat-headed bureaucrat.

There is no need to investigate the situations mentioned in the telegram, they are 100% reliable.

But he didn't care, as long as Hasim could bring the missile back, nothing else mattered.