Rebirth of Hong Kong's tycoons, shorting Eagle Sauce

Zhao Ling was feeling anxious and uneasy at this time.

In the middle of the night, she paced back and forth in the yard with a heavy heart.

When Wang Lei handed her half of the drawings, her mood was extremely complicated.

The CD carrying too many secrets was escorted to the Military Science Academy in Kyoto by a team of real soldiers.

At this time, more than 20 hours had passed since they left. Under normal circumstances, the institute should have responded.

At this time, the phone rang, and her father's excited voice came:

"Comrade Zhao Ling, the drawings have been repeatedly appraised by the expert group, and the result is... true!"

At this moment, Zhao Ling's heart jumped to her throat.

"The old experts are almost in a state of confusion. Half of the drawings gave them a lot of inspiration, and many things that troubled them were solved..."

Although she was willing to believe that this Su-27 drawing was real, she still couldn't believe it even after hearing the result.

The Su-27 is the most advanced Flanker fighter in the world today, a product that is one era ahead of the J-8.

Without this blueprint and the disassembled fighter, they would need at least another ten years to develop the third-generation fighter.

As a soldier, she knew what these ten years meant.

It required countless scientists to devote themselves to research without regard for their own lives.

It required countless manpower, material resources and financial resources.

In order to test-fly an immature semi-finished product, many excellent pilots who had been trained with great difficulty had to sacrifice for it!

Such a difficult situation was now solved with just a set of design drawings from Wang Lei.

The several mountains that blocked the Dragon Kingdom were instantly disintegrated.

Zhao Ling had been instilled with the spirit of hard work and perseverance since she was a child. Wang Lei's light handover of the blueprint made her feel at a loss.

It was not until a cold evening breeze blew that she came to her senses and asked:

"Dad, what should we do next?"

"My daughter, you handled the fight in Mangshan Village well. I now authorize you to start the next negotiation with Wang Lei. No matter what the price, you must get the other half of the blueprint and the dismantled fighter parts!"

"Comrade Zhao Ling, this is the task given to you by the top level. You must not let the organization down."

When he said this, Commander Zhao had mixed feelings.

Before contacting the father and son of the Wang family, he received detailed information about the two and learned that Wang Lei was a complete playboy, and his favorite thing was to sleep with women.

In order to communicate better, he sent his own daughter. He was willing to give everything for this country!

Zhao Ling shuddered, and she straightened her chest and resolutely accepted the order:

"Please rest assured, the organization will complete the task."

After hanging up the phone, she suddenly felt that the burden on her shoulders was much heavier.

After spending a few days with Wang Lei, the playboy, she was impressed by his knowledge and vision that far exceeded those of her peers.

In front of Wang Lei, she was like an ignorant child who could not see through what he was thinking.

She even felt that he was more difficult to deal with than Wang Zhengyi, the old fox.

Thinking of this, she was at a loss and could only bite the bullet to negotiate with Wang Lei.

After spraying a little perfume sent by Wang Lei, she mustered up the courage to knock on Wang Lei's door.

"Wang Lei, are you there?"

"Ms. Zhao? Are you sure you want me to open the door at this time?"

Zhao Ling was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that it was already midnight. She blushed immediately. Wouldn't she be misunderstood by this playboy?

Just as she was silent, Wang Lei opened the door in his pajamas.

Smelling the faint perfume, he couldn't help but react after not tasting abalone for a long time.

He was at the age of full of vigor and vitality, and he could not resist such temptation.

Zhao Ling's face turned red. She looked like an abstinent goddess in her uniform.

She was about to say sorry for disturbing her and talk tomorrow, but Wang Lei pulled her in.

A man's breath came to her face.

She subconsciously raised her fist!

"Wait."

Wang Lei smelled the breath of danger and distanced himself from this fierce woman in time.

Seeing Zhao Ling put away her attacking posture, Wang Lei couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

This woman couldn't help flirting.

"That... I came to you to talk about the drawings and the price of four aircraft."

"Oh, so that's easy, you sit down first, I'll go get some paper and pen."

In fact, Wang Lei had already prepared a plan for the price.

It only cost Alande 25 million US dollars to build four fighters, including a complete set of Su-27 design drawings.

But the calculation cannot be made in this way. In the future, the public selling price of a Su-27 will be more than 30 million US dollars.The reason why he was able to get it at a low price was because of Aland's special status and his own low-price channels.

Considering that the buyer was his own, Wang Lei gave him a 20% discount for relatives and friends.

"The price of a Su-27 is about 30 million US dollars, and four is 120 million.

The design drawings are calculated based on 200 million US dollars, which is a total of 320 million US dollars.

Given the relationship between us, I can give a 10% discount.

In addition, since this is our first cooperation, I can give another 10% discount.

Discounts on discounts, the final price is 259.2 million US dollars.

Remove the decimals, it is 260 million US dollars."

Looking at Wang Lei's haggling look, Zhao Ling's good impression of him just now disappeared. This guy is not only a dog tycoon, but also a complete profiteer!

Zhao Ling asked with a sad tone: "Is there anyone who cuts off the price like you?"

"Ms. Zhao, if you are not satisfied, I can cut off the price again. How about 300 million US dollars?"

"This..." Zhao Ling was dumbfounded. This guy was really hateful. She should have given him a fire output just now.

In the end, Zhao Ling gave in. She knew that the price was already very fair and the other party did not take advantage of it to ask for an exorbitant price.

If it were other arms dealers, they could have doubled the price.

So they took advantage of Wang Lei.

"Okay, 260 million, very fair."

Wang Lei nodded with satisfaction and said:

"In that case, Ms. Zhao, we are happy to cooperate. You should prepare to remit the money. I will also call my partner and ask him to prepare to deliver the goods to his home."

In front of Zhao Ling, he dialed the satellite phone, and regardless of the reaction of Alande on the other end of the phone, he said loudly:

"Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't agree on the 500 million US dollars you wanted. 260 million is the final transaction price.

I know the price did not meet your expectations, but we also made a small profit, didn't we?

The other party is a big customer, and the next business is the focus. Think about what else you can sell, I can talk to them.

What?

You want to sell aircraft carriers, and even pack the blueprints?

Dude, don't mention this anymore...Okay, wait for the money."

Ms. Zhao deliberately pricked up her ears to eavesdrop, and naturally heard every word of Wang Lei.