Nalban said awkwardly, "But... even if Azerbaijan agrees to this plan, they can't possibly come up with that much money, can they?"
True enough. Azerbaijan was a little bigger than Armenia and had a somewhat larger population, but its economy was just as terrible.
Its GDP was less than twice Armenia's, and its population was roughly double as well. These two countries really were a pair of hopeless cases, each worse off than the other.
If Azerbaijan were really asked to produce one or two billion US dollars in resettlement fees all at once for Armenia, they probably couldn't manage it even if they sold their underwear...
So Nalban was worried that they might get the people back but not the money!
That would be disastrous for them. The national treasury would probably go bankrupt.
This had to be settled in advance. If he didn't see the money, he absolutely could not give ground!
Wang Ye smiled faintly. He had never expected Azerbaijan to actually produce that much money. In the end, Russia would still have to foot the bill...
It couldn't be helped. If you wanted to be the big brother and have a bunch of little brothers listen to you, you had to pay a price.
Even America, powerful as it was, could not do without all sorts of interest-free loans and grants whenever it wanted to win other countries over!
The smaller the country, the more pragmatic it was.
When they were so poor they could barely survive, would they still think about long-term development or future trends?
Clearly, there was no need for that!
Whoever gave them more money was the one they followed.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Ye brought up his Mikhail Plan again. Nalban listened with his blood surging, wishing he