It Would Have Been Better If It Was Like This Earlier

"Nine... ninety million?!"

Montgomery's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his voice completely changing pitch.

"General! This isn't selling something, you're robbing me blind!"

This price was practically stripping his Great Ying Empire bare!

"No, no, it's too expensive! It's really too expensive!"

He was sweating profusely, and instinctively, he remembered his special skill.

"General! How about I get you two? I'll get two bottles of beer! And you can lower the price?"

Zhang Xueming completely ignored him.

He couldn't even be bothered to glance at Montgomery again. He turned his head directly and shouted towards the door.

"Mr. Manstein!"

"Is our Prussian friend still here?"

"I have a good deal here, are you interested?"

Zhang Xueming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly, and it landed clearly in Montgomery's ears.

"A fighter jet production line, the foreign trade version, and we'll throw in our newly developed Type 2 Tank."

"Package deal, fifty million silver dollars!"

"How about it? Consider it?"

As soon as he heard this, Montgomery's mind went blank with a buzzing sound.

Prussians!

Fighter jets!

And... the Type 2 Tank?!

He couldn't imagine what the European continent would become if those rigorous and fanatical Prussians got their hands on both of these things simultaneously!

No!

Absolutely not!

"Don't!"

Montgomery let out a shrill scream and lunged forward.

"General Zhang! I'll buy it! I'll buy it!"

"Ninety million it is! We'll buy it!"

He desperately grabbed Zhang Xueming's arm, afraid he would sell this incredible bargain to his sworn enemy.

Only then did Zhang Xueming turn around with satisfaction. Looking at Montgomery's panicked state, he flashed a friendly smile.

"That's more like it."

"Why didn't you just say so earlier?"

He patted Montgomery's hand, then turned back towards the outside and said slowly:

"Mr. Manstein, I apologize."

"The deal with our Ying Country friend is settled, the fighter jet production line has already been sold."

"But don't worry, our cooperation can continue."

"That Type 2 Tank production line can still be sold to you."

"It's just the price..."

Zhang Xueming deliberately drew out his words.

"Since it's a more advanced model than the Type 1, the price naturally needs to reflect its value."

"Let's double the price based on the Type 1 Tank production line."

"Fair price for everyone."

The deal was tentatively settled.

Although Montgomery felt like he could barely breathe from the pain, the thought of keeping the Prussians firmly under his thumb made him can't help but show a hint of smugness on his face.

He took the preliminary agreement and walked out with his head held high.

At the doorway, he ran right into Manstein, whose face was ashen.

The two men met each other's gaze, and sparks flew in the air.

Montgomery deliberately waved the document in his hand, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.

Manstein let out a cold snort, his eyes sharp. He brushed past Montgomery, his mind rapidly calculating the price-doubled "Type 2 Tank."

Watching the two men leave, glaring at each other, the door to the lounge was closed.

Yang Yuting walked in.

"Young Marshal, this isn't doing business, this is outright robbery."

Yang Yuting adjusted his glasses and shook his head with a wry smile.

"You're practically just snatching things."

"Robbery?"

Zhang Xueming chuckled dismissively.

"In a few years, they'll thank me for it."

He walked to the window, gazing at the factories and tall buildings rising from the ground in the distance.

"Besides, what I'm selling them is just our outdated technology."

"Our J-2 fighter jets are ready for test flights, and the Type 3 tanks are almost ready for the testing grounds."

"Trading these old relics for hard cash to develop ourselves... this is a good deal."

He turned around, his smile fading, replaced by a serious expression.

"Alright, enough about them."

"How are the preparations for the Kanto University opening ceremony coming along? There can't be any mistakes."

"Also, spread the word: all departments need to be ready."

"The Marshal is about to convene a top-level military conference."

"That's our real business."

Fengtian Public Office Building, First Conference Room.

Everyone present was a big shot in the Feng Army system, someone whose stomp could make Fengtian tremble.

Around the long, oval conference table, cigar smoke swirled, making the stars on the shoulders of the officers gleam.

The meeting hadn't officially started yet, and the atmosphere was relaxed.

"Old Tang, I heard your artillery brigade got new guns? German Krupp ones?"

Wu Junsheng spoke up, his voice booming. He held a cigar in his mouth, his face a mask of envy.

Tang Yulin proudly flicked the ash from his cigar, grinning widely.

"Of course. Whose troops do you think they are?"

"That barrel, that gun tube... tsk tsk, it's more exciting than a young lady's waist!"

"Hahaha!"

The room erupted in laughter. They were all rough men who led soldiers into battle, and bawdy jokes were the best way to lighten the mood.

Amidst the laughter, Zhang Xueliang, sitting next to Zhang Xueming, nudged him with his elbow.

"Hey, second brother, that little beauty you brought back from beyond the pass, why haven't you arranged for her to join the Great Green House?"

Zhang Xueliang winked and lowered his voice, his tone full of teasing.