RPAGF Chapter 358 Sell it! We're not ripping you off, let me explain!
Chapter 358 Sell it! We're not ripping you off, let me explain!
"That's the situation! So, we'd like to ask the relevant comrades: Can rhubarb be exported? Can lasers be exported? And what about the follow-up research on rhubarb and lasers?"
Oh, I see.
Jiang Xia looked to the left and then to the right, amused.
Remember how the sea snails showed off their prowess earlier, attracting a lot of covetous glances, while the cool entry stamps from the outer section were flying everywhere?
By now, quite a few people had arrived to pave the way. Besides several influential major powers in the west, even the coastal town of Karami in the Alliance was making demands.
Needless to say, those major western powers simply won't sell!
But we have to think about it with our brother countries in the alliance. Although we have disagreed with our big brother and made some big fuss, "encircling the cities from the countryside" has always been our policy. Moreover, rejoining the UN Security Council is also an important task for us. We need to unite the majority!
Even if we were to provide them, those small carriers wouldn't be able to afford them. A seaplane isn't just a simple projectile launched and forgotten. Early radar guidance is crucial, not to mention the launcher and the missile's NBC (nuclear, biological, and chemical) protection. The ocean environment is far harsher than on land.
In other words, we are still a navy operating on the yellow waters and have no plans to directly venture into the deep blue sea. Otherwise, our still-imperfect navy would hardly be able to fly out.
In conclusion, the naval system is a complex system that you can't manage! And we can't afford it either! The naval comrade, thinking about how Factory 331 had devoured a huge chunk of his annual budget, felt heartbroken and shed tears.
He was single-mindedly trying to lure out a few more Taiwanese warships to replenish his losses.
Give it to me? Give it to me my ass! I'm using it for fishing!
Then, these outsiders set their sights on the "big gun," especially that "fortified country," waving their daily newspapers and shouting: This is fine too, this is fine too, we want big guns, and the platform to launch big guns, I want that too!
"What the hell! We don't have enough!" The Air Force comrades slammed their fists on the table. Especially the J-6A, which used a new alloy for its engine—that was a highly sought-after weapon, capable of reaching altitudes of several meters. The Air Force comrades themselves hadn't had their fill of that yet…
Moreover, based on the performance of the improved J-6, they also want to give the enemy a big blow, and the combat plan is already under study.
Well, even though these allied nations can't accomplish anything significant, they're quick to file complaints.
So the two military leaders were summoned by Hai Zili and given a few words of mild scolding.
However, it would be a waste to let others go empty-handed, so the big shots set their sights on "Big Yellow" and "Laser".
A leader from the Ministry of Foreign Trade added, "Logically speaking, this is a good thing, and it will greatly help expand our influence."
As he spoke, he opened his notebook, smiled, and looked up at Jiang Xia, who was sandwiched between his military comrades. He continued, "According to our statistics, a batch of civilian electrical appliances we exported last year greatly alleviated our repayment pressure and, to some extent, improved our internal environment."
"Oh, just a quick note: According to the latest foreign trade regulations, some comrades are requested to come and sign for and pay their taxes after the meeting..."
Some comrades?
Why don't you just say we're the navy?
The naval officer nudged Jiang Xia and began to grumble, "See? That old bastard's always been so greedy. Let me tell you, the money he took from me is enough for me to build a destroyer, and he's still demanding more. He said at the beginning of the meeting that he's afraid I'll run away..."
Haha, isn't that because I'm afraid you'll run away?
Uncle Jinguang, when the bigwigs from the Ministry of Railways helped me haul fish, people heard you bragging about how as long as I'm at sea, the debt collectors can't catch me.
Well, as expected of you, you even endured seasickness to avoid paying some bills...
“Uncle Jinguang, you can’t say that. You didn’t pay us when you took the pots from our factory. If it weren’t for the support of your family, how would you have sold them?”
Jiang Xia shrugged. "During the planned economy era, did you think that pot could be made without the bigwigs above giving the order?"
Being allowed to move things out and sell them means the higher-ups have tacitly approved it; your navy is just a bunch of porters. You're lucky if you make enough to cover travel expenses; do you really think you can pocket the money?
What the two thought was a quiet discussion was actually overheard by the people on the stage.
The leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Trade rarely smiled. "Hey, it's rare to find someone who sees things so clearly. This kid is really something..."
The leader paused for a moment and continued, "Based on the current trade situation, some high-tech products have the highest added value. From an economic perspective, we want to sell them, but whether or not we can sell them depends on the opinions of our comrades."
Sigh, our motherland is poor these days, still at the very bottom of the trade ladder. Agricultural products have such low added value. Especially recently, the situation with our big brother has changed drastically. Didn't you see the grain we traded for air fryers is stuck at the border again?
"Yes! Today's meeting was to discuss the technological sensitivity of 'Big Yellow,' especially since Big Brother has already submitted a procurement plan to us. As for the laser emitter, the allied countries are also very interested..."
As he spoke, the burly old man from the logistics department slapped the table in frustration.
Why did we let those ungrateful wretches go in the first place?
Damn it, I didn't expect them to split the latest information into two copies and take them out. One copy was destroyed by Mulan and Lao Wang's desperate efforts.
The other one came from the Tianshan frontier...
The only saving grace is that most of the data that flowed out from the Tianshan border region consisted of the equipment itself and did not involve the researchers' data.
The older generation at the top were quite open-minded. "Since it's no longer a secret, let's openly disclose it! Let the comrades below discuss how to disclose it and to what extent!"
"If the comrades feel that it's better for us to use this ourselves, then we should be prepared to clash with them!"
Yes, that's the thing.
Of course, this information, which was more internal, was given to him by two big shots around Jiang Xia. The specific events were not suitable for direct discussion at the meeting.
"Alright, you've finished whispering. Come on, you little brat, tell me what your opinion is!"
The head of the outer department acted decisively, directly appointing Jiangxia's general.
"Sell!"
"what?"
"Not only do we want to sell! We want to sell lots and lots of them!"
Jiang Xia stood up excitedly, "Before I explain, can I ask how much the older brother is offering? He shouldn't be stingy, right?"
The foreign trade department leader glanced at the documents in his hand: "They're really not stingy. We've summarized it, and they want twenty units. The total price is estimated to reach 5% of the total debt repayment expected in one year!"
"Sir, what did you base your calculations on?"
"Of course it's production costs, plus a certain amount of labor costs?"
"Tch! Too low! You missed an important point..."
The foreign trade ministry leader didn't mind Jiang Xia's disrespectful tone: "Speak boldly! After all, you are... um!"
"Our wisdom, our knowledge, our hard work! You have to understand, the Russians were using vacuum tubes, which is completely different from our 'big yellow' (referring to a type of vacuum tube)! Not to mention the universal interface settings on the BIOS. We've already started using keyboard input and visual operation, while they're still holding onto punched paper tape and counting holes!"
...So, you can just increase the price to 40% of the total debt for that year! The bottom line is 28%!
The total debt is 86 billion, to be paid off in five years. Including hidden loans and interest, let's say it's 18 billion per year, which is more than 40%.
Don't forget, the Russians sold their M-3s to us for a whopping 4000 million!
By the way, Jiang Xia's eyes darted around again.
"Boss, if they don't agree, we can accept 20%, but in that case, we'll only provide the bare machine!"
"It's the kind without a screen or input device, um, and it can't include an external tape drive either, that's it!"
"Computers can be sold piecemeal?" The foreign trade department leader's eyes widened. "Is this appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it? Don't forget that Big Brother needs transistor computers, which he can only get from us. The Bald Eagles might be able to get some, but that would be beneath them!"
Little Dai Mao was very proud of himself. Now he would show them the methods of computer malls in the future.
As for a mere 40%, humph!
Don't forget how the Russian navy treated us when they withdrew from Lushun—they demanded 10 billion yuan for a pile of junk!
Does Jiangxia want more than 40%?
Is 8 million a lot?
Those who ate our food have to spit it all out!
Jiang Xia's little ahoge swayed in the wind, and the bigwigs on the podium got to know Jiang Xia all over again.
The foreign trade tycoon stroked his stubble-covered chin: "That's the kind of shamelessness I'm after! Asking for the moon, then haggling it down. How about we take this kid to a war of words? Let the other young guys learn from him?"
The head of the external blasting department's eyes lit up: "Great momentum! Excellent, very good! This is the kind of momentum you need for external blasting. This kid is learning English on his own, isn't he? Let him handle those guys with cloth on their heads."