This Set Won't Work

Manstein's face instantly turned pale, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He hadn't expected the other party to be so direct, giving him no face at all.

"Ahem..." He coughed awkwardly twice, quickly changing the subject, "We Prussians are pragmatic. Unlike some island nations, whose minds are full of stirring up trouble and only thinking of their own interests. We genuinely want to be friends with you, General!"

As he spoke, he subtly disparaged the Ying Country people.

Zhang Xueming seemed not to catch his underlying meaning, merely nodding faintly.

"Mm, you're right."

"Therefore, I have no intention of selling the Type 2 Tank to the Ying Country people."

Manstein's heart leaped with joy.

"As for the fighter jets you've been longing for, the kind used in the surprise attack on Wafangdian, I can consider selling them to them."

After Zhang Xueming finished speaking, Manstein's smile froze on his face.

What kind of move was this?

Selling the strongest ground combat weapon to the militarily strong Prussia, and the strongest air combat weapon to the militarily strong Ying Country?

This was to make them continue to clash and check each other!

"General Zhang, you..."

"Don't rush," Zhang Xueming waved his hand, interrupting him.

"I'm not selling you the Type 2 Tank."

Manstein's heart sank to the bottom.

"I'm selling you the production line."

The next second, Manstein's head shot up, his pupils contracting violently, his face full of disbelief.

Selling... selling the production line?!

This... how was this possible!

Weren't such epoch-making weapons supposed to be top-secret?

"I think your Prussian 88mm anti-aircraft gun is quite good," Zhang Xueming said, completely ignoring his shock, as if talking to himself. "Have you ever thought about mounting it on a tank chassis? Create a self-propelled gun specifically for attacking tanks."

"At that time, who cares what tank it is, one shot each, isn't that better than anything?"

Zhang Xueming's words were like lightning, splitting the fog in Manstein's mind.

Yes!

Using anti-aircraft guns to fire horizontally at tanks!

This idea was too crazy, and too brilliant!

Seeing Manstein's shocked and ecstatic expression, Zhang Xueming smiled.

He slowly added.

"Of course, the price..."

"You understand."

Manstein snapped back to reality, his face flushed with excitement. He nodded vigorously: "I understand! I understand! Price is not an issue!"

In the lounge.

The members of the Ying Country delegation were restless. Montgomery, in particular, kept looking at his watch, anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

"Sir, those Prussian fellows didn't get there first, did they?" he asked Humphrey anxiously.

Humphrey held his teacup, his face gloomy, and said nothing.

Just then, the door opened.

Zhang Xueming walked in alone.

"General Montgomery, looking at your hurried appearance, are you here to buy our J-1 Fighter Jet?" Zhang Xueming pulled out a chair and sat down with a flourish.

"Yes! General Zhang!" Montgomery rushed forward, his attitude almost fawning, "As long as you're willing to sell, the price is negotiable! We can give you anything! We can even send you the most beautiful palace..."

"Stop," Zhang Xueming raised his hand to stop him from saying more.

"The J-1 is our darling, not for sale."

Montgomery's face instantly fell, like an eggplant frostbitten.

"However..." Zhang Xueming changed the subject, "Considering our old friendship, I can sell you the blueprints and the complete set of technology for an export version of the production line."

"Its performance is only slightly inferior to the J-1, but it's more than enough to dominate all other aircraft in the world."

Montgomery was stunned.

Production line?

Blueprints?

This happiness came too suddenly!

"Furthermore, I'll be gifting you another technology," Zhang Xueming said mysteriously, raising a finger. "The technology for incendiary gasoline bombs, what you call bombs that can scatter burning liquid."

"Just imagine, swarms of aircraft, carrying these bombs, flying over the enemy's fleet or cities..."

Montgomery couldn't bear to imagine further; his blood was boiling.

These were weapons only gods could possess!

"Of course, the price will be very high," Zhang Xueming said slowly, looking at his fanatical expression.

Montgomery's heart pounded wildly in his chest.

Production lines!

Blueprints!

And... incendiary gasoline bomb technology!

This was simply a gift bestowed by the gods!

He felt his soul tremble, the sense of happiness almost drowning him.

However, Zhang Xueming's words, "the price will be very high," dragged him back from the clouds to reality.

"Young Marshal Zhang, my friend..."

Montgomery rubbed his hands together, his face full of fawning smiles.

"You see, our Great Ying Empire, although a victorious nation, has emptied its treasury for this war."

"There are mouths to feed everywhere; we... we are a bit tight on funds."

He began to play the victim, trying to elicit sympathy.

"You see, could it be... a little cheaper?"

Zhang Xueming picked up his teacup, gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface, not even lifting his eyelids.

"General Montgomery."

"How many colonies does your Empire on which the sun never sets have around the world? How much money do you collect annually?"

"A starving camel is still bigger than a horse."

"Don't cry poor to me; it's useless."