South Korea, Ministry of Defense conference room.
As soon as the call was hung up, the deputy director Kim Jeong-hun clicked the phone on the phone. He jumped up from his chair and his face turned red.
"Did you hear that? Amerikan asked us to purchase Warhammer Heavy Industries's F-22 first! This is treating us as the core ally in the Asia-Pacific!"
He clenched his fists and shouted to the officers on both sides of the long table, "Set up a special procurement team immediately, and I will personally lead the team to Zhuhai. Notify the frontline personnel to enter the formal negotiation stage, and the first batch of at least 24 aircraft will be acquired."
The operational staff officer quickly wrote down notes in his notebook, then raised his head and asked, "Secretary-general, in terms of budget - the total cost of 24 aircraft is nearly 1.7 billion U. S. dollars, accounting for more than 20% of our defense procurement budget this year. Do you want the Ministry of Finance to say hello in advance?"
"Tell them shit!" Kim Jeong-hun was already tying his tie, "This is proof of Amerikan's trust in us!"
"When the order is signed, it's a done deal, and those people from the Ministry of Finance don't dare not approve it. Anyone who dares to refute United States military's face will be forced to step down."
"Let the people from the Ministry of Finance go through the process slowly. By the time they approve it, the day lilies will be cold."
He paused, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at the director of external cooperation sitting in the corner. "Didn't you say last time that the founder of Warhammer Heavy Industries is Chinese? In his early thirties? Single?"
"Yes, the intelligence we collected shows that his name is Fu Haoran. He is not very old. He has been engaged in military industry and trade in Amerikan before, and his personal assets are very considerable."
"There are currently no public records of marriage and love."
Kim Jeong-hun's eyes lit up.
He pulled up his chair and sat down again, lowered his voice and spoke very fast, "When we go to the air show this time, we have to talk on the negotiating table and off the negotiating table."
"Military industry procurement is not about buying cars. We cannot win an order of this level based on contracts and quotations alone."
"The other party is a young man, and we have a natural advantage in this regard."
The combat staff officer was stunned for a moment: "The deputy commander means——"
"Miss Universe Asia Finals are now being held in Zhuhai, where all the contestants from around the world are."
Kim Jeong-hun raised a calculating smile at the corner of his mouth, "Ask people from the embassy in China to pick up a few high-ranking ones with clean family backgrounds and accompany them throughout the entire reception."
"Let the major agencies take a look and bring the girls in their hands."
"It's best to pick a few who are popular and have good looks and figures."
"Haha, if we can't discuss it at the negotiation table, let's discuss it somewhere else."
"For a young man in his early thirties, as long as he sits down to have a glass of wine and chat for a few words, there is no business that cannot be concluded."
The operational staff member was stunned for a moment, then he understood. "Understood. I will contact Star Source's agent right away."
"It just so happens that they just won the public channel's weekly crown last week, so they have a good schedule."
Kim Jeong-hun leaned back in his chair, a smile that was determined to win appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The military industry trade has never been a numbers game on the table. What young men want is nothing more than power, money, and sex.
What he doesn't lack most is high-quality beauties produced on the assembly line.
He picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed the number of the embassy in China.
He was determined to take this order, not only to let Amerikan see their sincerity, but also to let the whole world know that South Korea was the only one who could get the fifth-generation machine in stock at the first time.
Japan Tokyo, underground conference room of the Ministry of Defense.
Just after hanging up the United States military dedicated line, the respectful smiles in the conference room disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Sato Yuichi, director of the Ministry of Defense's Equipment Department, leaned back in his chair, tapped the table with his fingertips, glanced at the room full of aviation and fighter design experts, and said coldly, "United States military's meaning is very clear. They cannot afford to lose this person themselves, and they cannot let these F-22s fall into the hands of hostile countries, so they have to lend us their hands to buy them back."
"Everyone, this is a God-given opportunity for us."
Yamamoto Kazuhiko, Director of the Aviation Headquarters, took over the conversation, with an unconcealable excitement in his tone. "Mr. Sato is right."
"The unit price of this batch of Warhammer modified F-22 is lower than the F-35 we plan to purchase, but its performance is stronger."
"Buying them back will not only directly improve their air defense capabilities, but more importantly, we can take the opportunity to dismantle and study them to understand their avionics architecture, stealth design and engine technology."
"To prepare technical reserves for our next generation fighter aircraft."
"The improvement of technical reserves is more valuable than simply adding a few more fighter jets."
Sato Yuichi stood up, put his hands on the table, and glanced at everyone present. "Arrange the top aviation experts and fighter designers in the country to form the highest-level delegation and fly to Zhuhai on the fastest military aircraft."
"Purchasing is a must. Do enough superficial work to make United States military unable to find faults."
"But behind the scenes, we must obtain the complete technical solution and production process of the RX-92 engine at all costs to pave the way for our next generation self-developed fighter aircraft."
The people in the conference room looked at each other and saw the calculation in each other's eyes.
The Yamato nation has always had a tradition of backstabbing.
As long as the suzerain country becomes weak enough, they will not hesitate to stab it.
Yamamoto Kazuhiko stood up and bowed slightly. "Sir Sato, there is one more thing."
"The system architecture of Warhammer Heavy Industries deserves attention. Their cockpit large screen and helmet-mounted display are more advanced than the most radical solution of our Heisei Zero Fighter project."
"If a temporary joint debugging environment can be built during procurement negotiations, our technical team can implant a monitoring program in the name of system docking to record the avionics data flow in real time."
"This action is best completed by the technical consultant participating in the group as an outsourcer."
Yamamoto Kazuhiko immediately understood, bowed and said, "Hey, I will immediately send the best people to the exhibition!"
Sato Yuichi walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and turned around and added, "Money is not an issue. Whether it is technical drawings or system architecture, as long as it is something that can be obtained, bring everything back."
"The personnel are outsourced to private technical consultants, and even if they are discovered, they have nothing to do with the Ministry of Defense."
"This opportunity must not be missed."
Everyone in the room bowed their heads. "Hi!"
Zhuhai Airshow Hotel, the residence of the Third Brother delegation.
The head of the delegation, Singh, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and watched the replay of the press conference, with his iconic confident smile on his face.
A fifth-generation aircraft costs US$70 million, with no strings attached, and its performance is so strong.
He put down the black tea in his hand and shook his finger at the general technical advisor beside him.
"How much do you think it would cost to eat all 147?"
The general technical advisor was stunned for a moment and quickly clicked on the calculator. "The total amount is about 10.3 billion U. S. dollars. Head, our defense procurement budget for this year----"
"Who said full payment was made?" Singh raised his lips with his signature confident smile, "Go tell the people at Warhammer Heavy Industries that we want all 147 aircraft."
"We purchased each aircraft at a price of 80 million U. S. dollars, but there is one condition: we must pay in installments, and the deposit can only be 10%."
"The reason is that the funds are huge and our defense budget this year is not enough."
The general technical consultant opened his mouth: "The balance——"
"We'll talk about the final payment when the plane arrives." Singh picked up the black tea cup and took a sip with a calm tone.
"They are eager to sell these aircraft. We offer the highest price, the largest order volume, and the most sincerity. I don't believe they won't sell them."
"Get the goods first, and let's talk about the follow-up later."
"Go through the process that needs to be followed, and ask the questions that need to be asked: Are there any moisture in the engine parameters? Is the lifespan of the stealth coating sufficient? Is the delivery time completely on time?"
"Any slight defect is a reasonable reason for us to renegotiate the final payment."
He put down the cup, spread his hands, and said with a matter-of-fact expression on his face, "Besides, why do you have to pay the balance for a deposit transaction negotiated based on your ability? It's not that we don't pay, we just pay a little slower."
"Slowly until they forget the account."
"Or, find some excuse and deduct all the remaining payment."
The general technical consultant immediately showed an understanding smile.
Anyone who has been involved in the global military trade circle knows that when doing business with their third brother, the deposit is the full amount.
As for the final payment, it is the number written on the paper, not the actual money to be paid.
In the previous sale of Rafale, the remaining balance of more than 5 billion euros has not been settled for several years.
Faguo is not the only one who has been cheated, but every time there are people who are willing to take new orders, because every time their Baixiang purchasing group will be the first to rush to the negotiation table with the highest quotation, the largest order, and the most sincere attitude.
Then, do it again.
"People are always blinded by greed. This is their original sin." Singh said proudly.
Turkey Ankara, Aerospace Industries Corporation Headquarters Office.
Chief Engineer Jamil watched the live broadcast of the press conference. When he saw the RX-92 engine parameters popping up, he slapped the table hard, causing the coffee cup to jump with vibration. Brown liquid splashed on the drawings, and no one bothered to wipe it.
"Finally the opportunity has arrived!" With red eyes, he turned around and shouted to the room full of project team members.
KAAN fighter project has been delayed for too long.
Engines, radars, flight controls, everything depends on the opinions of Europe and the United States.
--
How many years have they been begging Amerikan in a low voice, and what's the result?
The F-35 procurement contract was rejected by Congress with a single vote, and the export license for F110 Engine was also blocked.
The project progress has been delayed again and again. KAAN fighter is stuck in the prototype stage and is far away from mass production.
But it's different now.
RX-92 engine, thrust-to-weight ratio 10, full life cycle of 8,000 hours.
This parameter is stronger than any engine they have.
"Send instructions to the air show delegation immediately!"
"Buy 2 aircraft, and as soon as the aircraft lands, the dismantling team will start immediately, conduct reverse mapping, and scan the entire aircraft."
"We want to copy every drawing and every process of the RX-92 engine!"
Someone in the project team whispered, "Are 2 aircraft enough?"
"Two aircraft are enough, one for disassembly and mapping, and one for test flight and benchmarking. I want to see the complete technical solution of the RX-92 engine within three months."
A smile of determination appeared on the corner of Jamil's mouth, "This is not the first time we have done this kind of thing."
"Back then we bought five WS-1 rocket launchers from University of Tokyo, and then turned around and made the TR-300. Its performance is not much worse than the original version."
"If rocket launchers can do this, why can't fighter jets?"
The more he talked, the more excited he became.
Turkey plagiarized and plagiarized other people's weapons not once or twice.
Jamil knows very well that as the orthodox descendants of the Ottoman Empire, they always want to restore the glory of their ancestors.
To this end, they have made a lot of efforts.
Although they are a second-rate country in the eyes of others, they themselves always consider themselves to be a regional power and a world power.
However, they are somewhat stretched when it comes to the defense budget.
In order to save money and quickly catch up with big countries, plagiarism is essential.
Of course, Jamil will not plagiarize it intact, but plagiarize it through self-transformation.
His plagiarism includes both plagiarism and his own creativity.
For example, the Anka-S UAV is almost identical in appearance to the Rainbow-5 of University of Tokyo.
The TB-2 UAV refers to the technical route of the Rainbow-3.
"Some people say that we copy, and I admit it, but what happened to copying? We not only copy, we also change."
"RT-300 is more accurate than WS-1, and Anka-S is more suitable for North Atlantic Treaty Organization data link than Rainbow-5."
"Our imitation is not copying, it is improvement and innovation, it is standing on the shoulders of giants and taking another step forward." Jamil thought proudly.
"Huh, Amerikan won't give us engines, and Europe people won't give us core technology, then we'll get it ourselves."
Jamil paused, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Speaking of which, in 2013 we signed a contract with University of Tokyo for HQ-9 Anti-Aircraft Missile, a large order worth several billion dollars."
"University of Tokyo really believed it and gave us all the technical parameters and test data."
"We use these data as bargaining chips to lower prices with Europe and the United States, and then we turn around and talk to North Atlantic Treaty Organization about a new air defense system."
"In the end, this is called skill."
"Why should we give back something we got based on our own ability? The international military trade circle scolds us for being dishonest, and they scold us as soon as they scold us. We won't lose one plane."
There was a knowing chuckle in the conference room.
"It's the same this time." Jamil stopped laughing and his tone became sharp again, "Buy 2 fighter planes, the full price is no problem."
"When the aircraft is received, the disassembly team will go on duty first, and the reverse mapping team will follow up. I want to see the complete technical solution of the RX-92 engine within three months."
"As for the appearance, avionics, and flight control—if you can use it, just use it. If you can change it, change it. If you can't change it, design it yourself."
"We Turks have never been anyone's vassals. What we need is fifth-generation aircraft that can immediately form combat effectiveness. We don't need to wait for Amerikan people's expressions."
He stood up straight, looked around, and his voice dropped.
"Gentlemen, the glory of the Ottoman Empire is not obtained by begging. It is obtained by ourselves bit by bit and taken out of other people's pockets."
The members of the project team stood up together, with uncontrollable excitement in their eyes.
When the four countries are thinking about someone's fighter plane, someone is also thinking about them.
"It's strange that no enemy has come to give me money yet. I'm so anxious to wait."
At this time, Fu Haoran is not as calm as before. You must know that in addition to the 147 fighters brought in, there are also a new batch of fighters in the factory that are working overtime to produce.
Even the wealthy Fu Haoran feels the pressure.
The cost of an F-22 fighter jet is 20 million U. S. dollars. In other words, including unfinished fighter jets, Fu Haoran has already invested 200 fighter jets at a cost of 4 billion U. S. dollars.
And this number is increasing day by day as the fighting situation of Warhammer World is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.
Not only that, the expansion of Planetary Defense Force, the early research and development of the starship, and the material supply of Hive World are all gold-swallowing behemoths.
Fu Haoran was worried when there was a knock on the bridge door. Tychus pushed the door open and came in with a loud voice that made people's ears numb. "Head! A group of South Korea people came outside. They said they were some kind of Ministry of National Defense procurement team. The leader of the team is named Kim Jeong-hun. They want to discuss purchase orders with you, and they also brought a group of girls dressed in fancy clothes!"
Fu Haoran A knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Coming.
The first person to send money is here.
Hey...