A Hunk of Metal That Can Pinpoint Locations

Qi Hancai was interested too. "How exactly are you selling it?"

The Westerner, David, said with a smile, "Don't worry, Deputy Leader Qi. We aren't selling satellite access rights, but individual satellites."

"Individual satellites?"

"That's right! We can provide satellites that haven't been launched yet, help you launch them into the appropriate orbit, and provide follow-up support for their use," David explained.

Satellites that hadn't been launched!

Last time, Qi Hancai had brought up their satellites, but they had only mentioned providing certain related functions.

So Qi Hancai had refused.

This time, they were being even more direct—they wanted to sell her side an individual satellite.

To ordinary people, this truly counted as high technology.

There might be finished guns and bullets, and they could perhaps reverse-engineer blueprints from them, but there was no way they could make a satellite.

Qi Hancai looked slightly surprised, but quickly returned to normal. She said flatly, "In the current environment, having one more satellite doesn't seem like it would help us much."

David immediately said, "How could it not help? Communications, television, terrain mapping, or positioning—those are all very practical functions. Every country kept launching satellites before. That alone shows how important satellites are."

Qi Hancai listened without any change in expression. "Tell me the price. I don't think highly of this thing."

"Food. Five thousand tons, or resources of equivalent value. We'll handle the launch and teach you how to use it." David gave his quote in a serious tone.

The moment the price was named, the room fell silent.

They wanted to take an entire lifetime's worth of food in one deal.

The food supplied by the base came in fifty-kilogram bags.

One ton was twenty bags of rice.

Five thousand tons!

In the current world, that was an absurdly huge