Great Power Technology.

Chapter 270 Five Cubs Competing for Goat Milk
(With regard to the controversy in Chapter 273, the conclusions are as follows:
1. The author of the video has determined that there is no plagiarism, and the screenshots have been posted in the comments.

2. Although I spent a lot of energy on that chapter and checked the information for 10 hours, since someone said it was water, then I will make up a chapter for free, and I will definitely not let you suffer.

3. I am never a bad person. If there is any problem, I will never stay overnight.

4. I just want to prove that I have never spammed maliciously, and what I write is what I think should be written. )
The news that the national photovoltaic power stations will be fully connected to the grid has caused an uproar, and it is not only the photovoltaic industry that has been impacted, but also a series of new energy power generation fields such as wind power, biomass power, tidal power, and geothermal power. Here comes the huge opportunity lurking behind this battery.

Once the energy storage density exceeds a certain critical value, the problems of unstable power supply and poor power quality inherent in these power generation methods can be solved immediately at the same time. The power generation methods that were originally only used for exploration will become practical overnight. It will bring huge changes to the power industry in China.

Electricity is the foundation of modern industry, and the most direct benefit brought by the upgrading of the electric power industry is the increase in productivity, which will immediately feed back into the current industry, forming a spiral development.

The situation is very good, and the original worries about the shortage of power supply have disappeared. What makes the domestic power sector unexpected is that the transmission speed of such a demonstration effect in the international market is far faster than their expectations.

On this day, the customer reception room of State Grid was full of guests.

None of these guests are Chinese faces. Judging from the national flags placed in front of them, they come from many countries in Europe, Latin America, the Middle East, and Central Asia.

Everyone is holding a small number plate in their hands, and the number on the number plate represents the order in which they will negotiate with the relevant personnel of the State Grid later.

The service personnel of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs poured tea for everyone. When they walked up to a customer wearing a headscarf, the other party stopped her politely, and then asked:
"Miss, how long do I have to wait? My number is 04."

He was speaking in Arabic, and after checking the number plate, the service staff opposite him replied in Arabic without hesitation:
"Mr. Kizuri, the negotiation has now reached customer No. 3, and it will be your turn in another 5 to 10 minutes. Please wait patiently."

Kizuli nodded, lifted his cup slightly to express his thanks again, and then stopped talking.

However, a white man sitting next to him seemed to have lost his patience. He looked at the number plate with 11 written in his hand, stood up a little irritably and said loudly:
"Are you kidding me? I'm here to negotiate a contract, not to go to the supermarket to queue up to buy. Why do you need to use the queue number to solve this kind of thing?"

"The contract I brought is tens of billions. Don't you guys care about it at all, or even give us a little preferential treatment?"

The waiter was about to answer, when Kizuri snorted coldly and said:
"Heh, Fa Goku, tens of billions? Your offer is just like the men in your country, weak and short."

"what are you saying?"

The white man glared at Kizuri, but he didn't seem to dare to make a move.

It's not because he has any fear of the latter's national strength, but because his character is not aggressive.

Kizu looked at him sarcastically, and continued to say murderously:

"What? Aren't you going to teach me a lesson? Yes, the last man in your country died on November 1970, 11."

The white man's face immediately turned red, he clenched his fists tightly, and finally sat down.

Seeing this scene, Kizuli showed an imperceptible disappointment on his face.

Of course, he didn't want to attack the other party's country on a whim. This was just a business strategy. His real purpose was to disturb the other party's mentality and make him perform abnormally in the subsequent negotiations with China State Grid.

Normally, this is a strategy that is only used in the seller's bidding, but as Huaxia's layout in the international energy market unfolds one by one, the current situation has undergone earth-shaking changes.

What these Chinese people hold is the only key to open the door to the new energy revolution, and whoever can obtain the key first in the shortest time will be able to occupy a strong first-mover advantage in the subsequent national power competition.

In such a purely seller's market, it's not surprising that anything out of the ordinary happens.

For example, now, their group of buyers is not only fighting each other on price, but even some off-the-market tricks that are not on the table have begun to emerge in an endless stream. Everyone wants to squeeze out other competitors, even if it is just a small chance , he will never miss it.

Just like what he did just now, by attacking the opponent's sore spot, to destroy the opponent's mentality, if possible, it is best to let the opponent beat him up, so maybe Huaxia will disqualify them?

Kizuli shook his head secretly, feeling once again the weakness of this rich man.

He had seen a joke before, saying that one-third of the men in the country went to heaven with Joan of Arc, one-third of the men fought in hell with Napoleon, and one-third of the men died in Verdun , only the last man, who also left in 1970 with the medal in hand.

This is of course an exaggerated joke, but an opponent who can remain calm under such an insult is definitely not easy to dismiss.

Just when his thoughts were drifting away, the service staff of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs patted his arm lightly, and then reminded with a smile:
"Mr. Kizzuri, it's your time."

Kizuri nodded quickly and got up, leading his negotiating team into an independent conference room not far away.

At the door, he met the Bucky delegation who had just come out with a happy face. The latter shook hands with him in a friendly way, then turned and left.

After entering the meeting room, Kizuri went straight to a man sitting at the negotiating table and greeted him warmly in proficient Chinese:

"Chengtie, I haven't seen you for a long time! Your hair is all white!"

Li Chengtie smiled and held his extended hand, and replied:

"I can't see your hair, but it must be golden, right? I can't help it, I'm old, you're still young."

"I'm not young anymore. In two years, I'll be 40 years old. The last time we met was three years ago, right? How are you doing these past few years?"

"Very good - my child has just graduated from high school, and this holiday will travel to Dubai, and we will have a chance to meet again then."

"That's great! Be sure to let me arrange it, and I will definitely give you the best treatment - no, don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with what we are going to talk about today, it is purely a relationship between friends!"

"I understand, I understand. Today's time is very tight. Otherwise, let's start now?"

The exchange of greetings smoothly entered the topic. After sitting down, Kizuli cleared his throat and said:
"City Railway, we have come here this time, and we have sent you the offer. The total investment is expected to be around 600 billion Dole, and our environmental advantages are much stronger than those of other countries."

"I know that you have done difficult technical experiments in the Northwest region of China. In fact, the environment there is very similar to the environment in our country—whether it is the light, humidity, or the power grid environment."

"So, with us, you can continue to experiment with technology optimization, which is beneficial to both of us, isn't it?"

Li Chengtie nodded and replied:
"It is true——but, your human resources are slightly insufficient, and the maintenance and iteration of the power station will be a big problem in the future."

"We will solve this problem! We will introduce a labor force. At the same time, we will also conduct special training in our country to train a group of qualified workers who can fully undertake the maintenance work of the power station."

"Or, if you think all this is not enough, you can send a professional team to us, and we will bear all the expenses, and you can set the price!"

Li Chengtie smiled, and the Middle Eastern local tyrants on the opposite side continued their usual local tyrant style as always, and did not treat money as money at all.

However, this time their chess was indeed right.

In fact, as their country's oil resources are gradually exhausted, seeking transformation is their only way. From oil export to tourism development is a good move for them.

And now, their new energy alternative policy will be another good move.

Although the benefits of this move may not be seen in the short term, it is not enough for those who do not plan forever. If they can make up their minds, they are already doing the right thing.

Thinking of this, Li Chengtie said:
"Your ideas are right, but our question now is not whether to do it, but who to do it first—you know, facing so many demands at once, our production capacity is seriously insufficient."

"However, it is impossible for us to blindly expand production capacity for the current peak demand, so we have to sort users, and according to our original ranking, your position is not in the front."

"I see!"

There was a knowing smile on Kizuli's face, and then he said:
"We have discussed the issue of Xiaolong's order before, and we have reached a conclusion."

"Our opinion is that the F-16 is already behind, and Xiaolong is more suitable for our country."

Li Chengtie nodded in satisfaction, and then stretched out his hand directly.

"Then, for the next step of the cooperation plan, let's find a restaurant and chat while having dinner - I'll be the host, so let's eat your favorite hot pot."

The two held hands tightly together, then looked at each other and smiled.

Kizuri was one of the time representatives staying in the conference room. Seeing his expression, the man from Faguo had already guessed the result.

He instinctively wanted to avoid Kizuri's gaze, but instead Kizuri walked straight towards him.

After the two stood face to face, Kizuli smiled heartily and said:

"My Habibi, don't resent me for the previous incident. You know, it was just a business strategy. You are already a real man if you can bear such insults for this project."

"However, many things cannot be done by you alone. Your chances are running out. I wish you good luck."

The man opened his mouth, wanting to say something to refute, but he didn't speak in the end.

It wasn't until Kizzuri wanted to leave that he whispered:

"We don't really need their PV that much either."

Kizuli shook his head helplessly, and replied:

"My friend, stop kidding yourself. Look around you. These are a bunch of goats waiting to be fed. Everyone wants to drink the goat's milk that will make them strong. Listen to me, put down your romance, Reserved and principled, let’s fight for it.”

"If you can't drink this milk, your country will become thinner and weaker until it is completely squeezed out of the sheepfold."

(End of this chapter)