Spark

While Wang Ming was showing Hatim the performance data of the latest J-8 III, Wu Yihao encountered an unexpected situation in the lounge on the other side.

The representative of Dassault got the itinerary information of the Hatim couple from nowhere, and rushed over without an appointment.

Of course, it is impossible for the security personnel at the door of the reception room to allow them to break in during the meeting, but the door of the lounge cannot be closed to them.

The reason is simple. Buying Mirage 2000 from France this year is definitely a pure seller's market.

If I could sell it to you, it would be a great deal of face. Could it be that you still dare to reject me at this time?

So, the two groups met in the lounge like this.

The moment the door of the lounge opened, Wu Yihao, who was chatting with Mrs. Hatim, recognized her identity.

He frowned slightly, but quickly adjusted his expression, stood up politely and greeted the other party.

"Morris, long time no see—are you busy recently? I haven't seen you in Riyadh for some days."

The man named Morris also came forward with a smile. He greeted Mrs. Hatim first, and then replied:

"Yes, we just negotiated a cooperation with Mr. Hatim recently, and recently returned to China to do some technical preparations. What about you? What have you been up to recently?"

"same as you."

Wu Yihao replied concisely.

In fact, from the moment he appeared here, the purpose of him, or the Huaxia delegation behind him, is no longer a secret. After all, everyone knows that in the past few years, Poly Technology has exported fighter jets, The aircraft defense company came to Hatim for nothing more than to sell something.

The only suspense is just what to sell.

Hearing Wu Yihao's answer, Morris had a subtle expression on his face. He glanced at Mrs. Hatim quietly, and said in a low voice:

"Same as us? Hao, I'm afraid this is the first time you have met Mr. Hatim this year, right?"

"It's indeed the first time we met, but our progress is very smooth. Here, Mr. Wang is chatting with Mr. Hatim inside. They seem to be quite happy."

Wu Yihao replied frankly.

You must not show your timidity in front of your opponents. This is the most basic business rule.

Even if you haven't even seen the shadow of the client, you have to pretend that you just rescued the client from the end of the world, and then spent the night in the same bed with Jiu Yanhuan.

Otherwise, once the opponent finds out your details, they will be able to suppress you in a targeted manner in the subsequent bidding process.

"Mr. Wang is here too? It seems that you are really prepared this time. How about it, what are you going to sell this time? Armored vehicles? Artillery? Or military trucks?"

Morris asked knowingly.

The equipment he mentioned is relatively low-end in the international arms trade, so saying this actually implies a sense of ridicule.

The subtext is obvious:

You Chinese people can only sell these worthless gadgets.

And his purpose was to anger Wu Yihao and ruin his good impression in front of Mrs. Hatim.

But Wu Yihao would not be fooled by this, he just waved his hand lightly and replied:

"Morris, didn't I tell you? This time, we are just like you, we are here to sell planes—fighters."

"Fighters? Has your fighter jet export business expanded to Saudi Arabia?"

"In my impression, it seems that only the Southeast Asian effects around you and some of your traditional allies will consider introducing your fighter jets, right?"

Morris continued to add fuel to the conversation, and Mrs. Hatim, who was on the side, ignored it and sat down on the side with her eyes closed.

Seeing this, Wu Yihao knew that she was too lazy to mix up his and Morris's talk, so he replied with confidence:

"That's not sure, I said, Mr. Hatim is very happy, maybe your order will be yellow soon."

"By the way, Morris, do you know what it means to be yellow?"

Morris laughed, and said:

"Interesting Chinese slang, I understand what you mean, but you may be disappointed."

"There's no way we're going to fail in business with the Saudis -- you know, they don't have a better option than us."

"F-15 and Su-27 are too expensive, F-16 and Rafale will not be exported for the time being, Gripen? The Swedes don't have enough for themselves."

"Only our Mirage 2000 has sufficient performance, cheap price, and production capacity will never be a problem."

"You said, in this case, will we fail?"

Wu Yihao shook his head and replied:

"If your opponents are only them, then you will not fail."

"But now that we're in the fray, it's a different story."

Hearing this, Morris subconsciously wanted to ridicule a few words, but suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

"You want to sell J-ten?"

According to common sense, the engineering test of the J-10 company, which has just successfully tested the flight, has not yet been completed, and it is basically impossible to export it. But seeing Wu Yihao's confident expression, Morris suddenly lost his mind.

No way.

No, they really plan to export J-10 to Saudi Arabia, right?

That aircraft is indeed a qualified third-generation aircraft even from the limited data.

Moreover, compared to Dassault, Huaxia naturally has a price advantage in terms of manufacturing. If they really achieve mass production in a short period of time, the situation will be bad.

He tried his best to control his expression, waiting for Wu Yihao's answer.

"Of course it won't be J-10. Didn't we answer it clearly before? We won't export J-10."

Morris breathed a sigh of relief, but turned to ask suspiciously:

"Then what do you want to sell?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's J-8, maybe it's J-7, maybe it's Xiaolong—you know Xiaolong, right?"

"I know—but you will never sell this item to Saudi Arabia. It is cooperative equipment, and it would be good if it can supply Pakistan's needs."

"Since you have said so, then I guess, what you want to sell should be the J-8 II."

Having said that, Morris finally regained his confidence.

He pondered for a moment, then continued:

"Well, your thinking is really good."

"The conflicts around Saudi Arabia are becoming more and more intense. Compared with light fighters like the Mirage 2000, they really need an excellent heavy fighter to defend the sky."

"but."

Morris changed the subject:

"But they won't choose your J-8 no matter what."

"A fighter jet with a range of less than 2,000 kilometers, terribly poor low-speed performance, and a pitiful five missiles, what combat power can it have in this world?"

"Trust me, tell Mr. Wang to skip this topic."

"It is impossible for you to win an order with such an outdated fighter-this is not insulting you, I am just stating the facts."

"You Huaxia people are really strange. Sometimes you are cautiously cautious, and sometimes you are overconfident."

"You don't think that you can cheat them out of money simply by relying on the friendly relationship with Saudi Arabia?"

"That's really naive."

"Why don't I give you a suggestion."

"What advice?"

Wu Yihao asked curiously.

"My suggestion is actually very simple. If you want to get an order, you should spend a few years on a comprehensive transformation of the J-8."

"You can upgrade the radar system, slightly adjust the layout of the body, replace it with a stronger engine, redesign the flight control, and configure better missiles and avionics."

"Of course, it's not easy to do this."

"But if you can't even do these things, then there's really no need to compete with us"

Looking at the serious Morris, the corners of Wu Yihao's mouth raised uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath and said as seriously as possible:

"Thank you for your suggestion, we will consider it carefully."