My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 112 Pork buys airlines!

No wonder the people at Tallinn Air were so excited.

Mainly, it is too miserable!
If the domestic economy collapses, who will still make airplanes?Even if there are rich people, can there be one rich man in ten people?

Do you think everyone has deposited 50?

Fuel cannot be afforded, wages cannot be paid, and passengers have no passengers, resulting in a vicious circle. According to a survey by the Swedish "Daily News" in 1989, the number of Soviet prostitutes in Stockholm increased by 65%!

Most have decent jobs.

The Tallinn Company now relies on selling scrap iron to support its leaders.

"Borshak, this is Mr. Yuri I told you about." Zavodsk said with a smile beside him.

He's like a pimp introducing new clients.

The eyes of the eye-eyed man lit up, and he held Gao Jun's hand affectionately. He spoke with great enthusiasm, and the English was full of Minsk dialect, "Welcome, dear Davarish!"

"You can call me the name of the Soviet Union: Afanasi (meaning: Immortal), I have heard my father say since I was a child, the greatness and generosity of the Soviet people, I am very yearning for this, even if you are in short-term difficulties, Please rest assured, I will always be with you, Davarish." Gao Jun held the other party's hand affectionately.

This was spoken very fluently.

A lot of nonsense, and it was him.

Gao Jun's father has never read a book, but he also knows about the Soviet Union. He said the most: "Fuck, those bastards, old men, hang around the border all day long, and fight whenever they want. I'm afraid of your mother." , If you don’t hit me, get out of here.”

He plans to find a few more embellishers to write speeches in the future.

A successful person must maintain a superficial... sanctimonious appearance.

Look, the person in charge of Tallinn Air called Balshak is about to cry, his eyes are red.

Damn, this is an opponent!
"Afanasi? Afanasi! I think of my father in the Great Patriotic War, sorry, he also has this name." Balshak wiped the corner of his eyes, don't pick it too hard.

"Actor!" Gao Jun complained in his heart, "Hypocrisy!"

But there was still an amiable smile on his face, "Don't cry, I won't let Tallinn Air flood with tears when I come. Take me to see the plane, and I will help you as much as possible."

Balshak nodded, enthusiastically asked people to get out of the way, and did not even introduce the other deputies. Gao Jun smiled at them, and walked into this "aircraft graveyard".

"There are a total of 47 planes here. The oldest one is the ANT-50. They are all old antiques. When flying up, you can even see my grandma. Oh, her old man has been interesting for more than 20 years. Except for bombers, There are also fighter jets, helicopters, and modified civil aviation airliners, you can choose according to your requirements."

"Is that An-22 still there?" Gao Jun was more interested in the big guy developed by the Soviet Antonov Design Bureau, and asked.

Balshak spread his hands, "It has been bought by a rich European, sorry."

Europeans are so fucking rich!
Although Gao Jun was depressed, he just said casually that the An-22 is a good plane, but it's still an old saying that ordinary people really can't afford it.

114 tons of net weight!
Is there an oil field in front of your house?

Just like a warship, Pepsi used to own the seventh largest navy in the world, including 17 submarines, a battleship, a cruiser and a destroyer. They never thought of repairing these weapons and then intercepting the transportation of Coca-Cola Ships (delicious in one shot!)

Instead, they sold scrap iron directly.

why?
It's an exaggeration to say that it can't be raised, but it's also hard to raise, and it's unnecessary.

Gao Jun's ideal aircraft is a medium-sized long-range passenger aircraft, which is only about 50 tons, and it can be loaded as long as it can.

"Is there anything you want?" Balshak asked.

"I mainly use it to transport supplies. It is best to have a large space to stuff things in. Other requirements are free."

Balshak lowered his glasses, opened the document in his hand, searched it with his finger from top to bottom, and then checked it again from bottom to top, and the finger clicked somewhere in the middle.

"How about this one? The An-12 transport plane, the latest model in 1973, is only 18 years old. It's a military-to-civilian plane. Let's take a look?"

Ann 12?

Known as: "Young Fox".

A four-engine turboprop military transport aircraft, developed from the An-10 passenger aircraft, but with a redesigned rear fuselage and tail, when Gao Jun saw it, it was quietly leaning against the inside of the airport.

After brushing the color, the silver-gray plane looks a bit majestic. At a glance, Boss Gao feels addicted.

It's like a man is attracted to sex, you can't see her soul, can you?

The flash of joy happened to be caught by Balshak, and he took advantage of the victory to attack, "This An-12 is well maintained. It has flown a total of 18 kilometers in 60 years. It has been professionally maintained throughout the process and has never happened once. Accident…"

Bullshit, it was an accident, can you still be here?

“最大载重量为20000千克，最大起飞重量为61000千克。该机的货舱长度为13.5米、最大宽度为3.5米、最大高度为2.6米，货舱容积为97.2立方米，就算你是运大象，也能运个8~10头。”

"Then what if I want to transport tanks?" Gao Jun turned his head and asked back with a smile. This made Balshak startled, and subconsciously looked at Zavodsk.

"The transport aircraft in the world as a whole cannot transport tanks on a large scale. Like the C130 Hercules, it can only transport Hummers. It is fat and strong, and it is useless at all. The price/performance ratio is very unreasonable. I saw one when I was studying in Denmark. , there is no comparison with the An series of transport aircraft."

Slandering the opponent's goods is also a necessary rest for a businessman.

If Hercules is really so good, how long will the United States equip it for so long?

There must be its benefits, otherwise Lockheed would have built new ones long ago, and there must be no new money for refurbishment.

Gao Jun took his words to fart, turned around the A12, looked at Tonikov, "Have you ever learned to fly a plane?"

The Soviet guy looked serious.

"No…"

He is a special soldier of the GRU, not Superman!
There is no country in the world that thinks it pays too much for its special forces to learn to fly. This kind of profession belongs to pilots.

Special forces refer to arms that perform special tasks, such as demolition soldiers, airborne troops, crackers, etc. Even if you are thick-skinned, the cooking squad is also a special operation.

Ordinary people, who can make a big pot of rice?

"Then I still have to hire a pilot. This is another expense." Gao Jun knocked on the fuselage and made a dull sound. He looked at Balshak, and the other party immediately understood, and took a step forward and said, " Our company also has 17 pilots, many of whom have more than 2500 hours of flying time, and some of them are even combatants with rich experience, if you need, I can contact them.”

I rub!

You are here to make money, pimping addicted.

However, this is really hard to refuse!
In fact, Soviet fighter pilots were not very skilled in combat. In 1967, they were beaten 4-0 by the "little bully". When the Egyptians were beaten, the Soviets thought that they were not good enough. He was also beaten beyond recognition.

Israel commented on them: good stunts, shells flying randomly.

The rumored "technique" of daring to make an emergency landing in the ice and snow is more considered to be a kind of audacity, and even helplessness against the inherent weather.

So, don't brag too much.

But now compared with other countries, the biggest advantage is that it is cheap!
"They don't drink at work?"

Balshak smiled awkwardly.

"Is it easy to maintain the parts of this aircraft? I don't think it will fly in the sky with huge scars on its back."

"Tallinn Airways has a maintenance department and we are able to provide services."

"Aren't you bankrupt?"

"As long as the customer needs it, we can open tomorrow." Balshak's mouth is really good at bragging, you might have to run away after taking the money.

Gao Jun took a deep look at him, "How much do you want?"

"100 dollars!"

Boss Gao laughed out loud at this offer, and he kicked off the plane, "Bolshak, keep it for yourself."

With that said, I'm going to leave.

The other party took a look, finally being wronged... No, big client, definitely can't let him go just like that, grabbed Gao Jun's sleeve, "Yuri..."

"Call me Afanasy."

Balshak cursed in his heart, but he forced a smile, "Afanasy, how much do you think is suitable? You decide the price."

"I don't think money is suitable for you. How about pork? How about 5 tons?" Gao Jun asked.

"Are you joking?"

"No, he is not of much use to you, but 3 tons of pork can bring you greater benefits, man, you don't really think it can be sold for 100 million, do you? It's not realistic at all, don't Say it’s impossible, nothing is impossible, I believe, everything is possible.”

When the Soviet Union disintegrated, a young man bought three "An" series transport planes for $12. There were many doubts in this, because it was impossible for a young man to spend so much money.

There must be a funder behind it.

Gao Jun also understood that it made Tallinn Air executives suffer, "Those are for reporters and the public, Mr. Bolshak, how many leaders do you have here?"

The other party didn't know why they asked this question, but they still glanced at it and stretched out their hands, "4."

"I will give 3 US dollars to one person, private sponsorship, I think, when the seal is stamped, there will be no hesitation."

The eyes of Tallinn Air's other leaders lit up.

The company is partly controlled by the state. Even if you sell the plane, you still have to share it with a large group of people, and there are very few who can get it yourself. Therefore, you have to rely on private oil and water.

Balshak looked at his colleagues, who also looked at him with fiery eyes, which made him a bit in a dilemma.

"Actually, apart from this plane, I am also very interested in your company. We can have a good talk, but we must be sincere."

"You want to buy our company?" Balshak was surprised.

"Yes, but you can't just stand here."

"Go to my office, General, let's go, go to my office for a while, I still have cigars from Cuba." Bolshak said hurriedly.

In fact, bankruptcy does not mean that you have no money.

Looking at his office, there are still valuable ornaments on the table, the sofa is also made of genuine leather, and even the cigars are exquisitely crafted.

Gao Jun sat on the sofa, looked around, and saw a family photo.

"This is my wife and my daughter," Balshak said with a smile.

"A beautiful child."

"She is excellent. She is studying in Germany. I miss her very much, but Tallinn Air is my heart and soul. I don't want him to fall. If I can hand over the company to a qualified leader, I will reunite with my daughter in peace gone."

"You are a very family-oriented man. A man who does not care about his family is not a real man. A man can fight outside, but the dining table is the holy place of life. As long as you sit in front of your family, all you have to do is play your loving father, The role of a good husband, to bring warmth and happiness to the family, I envy you very much." Gao Jun seemed to have not heard the meaning of the other party's words, and gently put the family photo back on the coffee table.

"Can you show me the company's information report?"

"Of course." Balshak rummaged through the desk and searched for nearly two minutes, "I found it."

He came over with a folder and handed it to Gao Jun, "We still have about 30 employees. In addition to the An-12 just now, we also have an Il-18 and two Ka-26 civilian helicopters."

"The others are sold?" Gao Jun asked in surprise.

This is too straightforward, Balshak replied embarrassingly, "Well, they are all sold to other European airlines. Just parking every day requires a lot of maintenance fees. Tallinn Air can't afford it now. "

What he said was to cover everything.

Gao Jun crossed his legs, flipped through the documents, and carefully looked at the assets of Tianlin Airlines. In fact, he didn't need these pilots at all, so why raise so many idlers?
What he cares about is the aviation qualification certificate.

This thing is more difficult to criticize.

Gao Jun glanced at Borshak from the corner of his eye, and pondered for a while, "I'm also generous. Everything here is handed over to me, 20 tons of pork plus 20 US dollars, how about it?"

"Too little..."

"Then you take the Ka-26 away, it is of no use at all, we don't need sightseeing and spraying pesticides."

Balshak is stuck, what does he want a helicopter for?
This thing can't be eaten!
He almost begged, "Add more."

"That's 25 tons of pork + 25 US dollars. This is already my bottom line. I also look at it for the sake of our dear Dawalishi. Hey, Mr. Balshak, business is not easy at all now. I still owe millions of dollars to the bank, and I bought this airline just to give it a go.”

More miserable, who wouldn't?

Balshak's expression froze, he looked at his colleagues, exchanged opinions with his eyes, nodded, "OK!"

"I have another request, all the flight attendants will be cut off for me."

It's no use keeping them.

Can they help carry the weapons?
At any rate, the logistics department still has to keep daily repairs and maintenance, and occasionally work as a coolie.

"No problem, just leave it to me, do you have any other requirements?"

"I think we'll be able to sign the contract."

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　ps: No manuscript saved...

　　I went to the countryside to visit the elderly, and I still use my mobile phone code, let’s take a look~ I’ll make it up when I go home tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)