And just when Wang Ming was showing the performance data of the latest J-8 III to Hatim, in the lounge on the other side, Wu Yihao encountered an unexpected incident.
The representatives of Dassault Company didn’t know where they got the Hatims’ itinerary information, and they rushed over without making an appointment.
Of course, the security personnel at the entrance to the reception room would not allow them to break in during the meeting, but the door to the lounge could not be closed to them.
The reason is simple. Buying a Mirage 2000 from France in this year is definitely a pure seller's market.
If I can sell it to you, I have already gained a lot of face. Do you dare to turn me away at this time?
So, the two groups of people met in the lounge.
The moment the door to the lounge opened, Wu Yihao, who was chatting with Mrs. Hatim, recognized the other party's identity.
His brows frowned slightly, but he quickly adjusted his expression and stood up politely to greet the other party.
"Maurice, long time no see - have you been busy lately? I haven't seen you in Riyadh for a few days."
The man named Morris came forward with the same smile. He first greeted Mrs. Hatim, and then replied:
"Yes, we have just negotiated a cooperation deal with Mr. Hatim, and recently returned to China to make some technical preparations. What about you? What have you been busy with recently?"
"same as you."
Wu Yihao answered succinctly.
In fact, from the moment he appeared here, his purpose, or the purpose of the Chinese delegation behind him, was no longer a secret. After all, everyone knew that in the past few years, Poly Technology had specialized in exporting fighter jets, The aircraft defense company came to Hatim just to sell something.
The only suspense is just what to sell.
Hearing Wu Yihao's answer, Morris showed a subtle expression on his face. He glanced at Mrs. Hatim quietly and lowered his voice and said:
"Like us? Hao, I'm afraid this is the first time you and Mr. Hatim have met this year, right?"
"It is indeed our first meeting, but we are making good progress. Here, Mr. Wang is chatting with Mr. Hatim inside. They seem to be quite happy."
Wu Yihao answered calmly.
Never show timidity in front of your opponents. This is the most basic business rule.
Even if you haven't even seen the client yet, you still have to pretend that you just rescued the client from the apocalypse and then slept in the same bed with Jiu Yanhuan for the whole night.
Otherwise, once your opponent finds out your details, he will be able to suppress you in a targeted manner in the subsequent bidding process.
"Mr. Wang is here too? It seems that you are indeed prepared this time. What do you plan to sell this time? Armored vehicles? Artillery? Or military trucks?"
Morris asked knowingly.
The equipment he mentioned is relatively low-end in the international arms trade. When he said it like this, it actually contained a hint of ridicule.
The subtext is obvious:
You Chinese people can only sell these worthless gadgets.
And his purpose was to anger Wu Yihao and ruin his good impression in front of Mrs. Hatim.
But Wu Yihao would not be fooled by this. He just waved his hand gently and replied:
"Maurice, didn't I tell you? This time we are just like you, we are here to sell planes - fighter jets."
"Fighters? Has your fighter export business expanded to Saudi Arabia?"
"In my impression, it seems that only the Southeast Asian effects around you and some of your traditional allies will consider introducing your fighter jets, right?"
Morris continued to add fuel to the conversation, while Mrs. Hatim turned a deaf ear to it and sat down to herself, closing her eyes and concentrating.
Seeing this, Wu Yihao knew that she was too lazy to get involved in the bickering between him and Morris, so he replied with confidence:
"That's not certain. As I said, Mr. Hatim is very happy. Maybe your order will be gone soon."
"By the way, Maurice, do you know what it means to be yellow?"
Morris laughed and said:
"Interesting Chinese slang... I understand what you mean, but you may be disappointed."
"There is no way our business with Saudi Arabia will fail - and you know they have no better choice than us."
"The F-15 and Su-27 are too expensive, and the F-16 and Rafale will not be exported for the time being. Gripen? The Swedes don't even have enough for themselves."
"Only our Mirage 2000 has sufficient performance, is cheap, and production capacity will never be a problem."
"Do you think we will fail in this case?"
Wu Yihao shook his head and replied:
"If your only opponent is them, you really can't fail."
"But now that we have joined the competition, the situation is different..."
Hearing this, Morris subconsciously wanted to ridicule, but suddenly, his heart thumped.
"You want to sell the J-10?"
According to common sense, the engineering tests of the J-10 Company that had just successfully test-flighted had not been completed yet, so it was basically impossible for it to be exported. But looking at Wu Yihao's confident expression, Morris suddenly lost his mind again.
No way.
Are they really planning to export the J-10 to Saudi Arabia?
That aircraft... even judging from the limited information, it is indeed a qualified third-generation aircraft.
Moreover, compared to Dassault, Huaxia has a natural price advantage in manufacturing. If they really achieve mass production in the short term, the situation will not be good...
He tried his best to control his expression and waited for Wu Yihao's answer.
"Of course it won't be Jian Shi. Didn't we answer it clearly before? We will not export Jian Shi."
Morris breathed a sigh of relief, but then asked doubtfully:
"So what exactly do you want to sell?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's Jianba, maybe it's Jianqi, maybe it's Xiaolong - you know Xiaolong, right?"
"I know - but you will never sell this to Saudi Arabia. It is cooperative equipment. It would be good if it can meet the needs of Palestine."
"Since you said so, I guess what you want to sell is the J-8 II."
Having said this, Morris finally regained his confidence.
He pondered for a moment and continued:
"Well... your idea is indeed good."
"The conflicts around Saudi Arabia are getting more and more intense. Compared with light fighters like the Mirage 2000, they really need an excellent heavy fighter to defend the sky."
"but......"
Morris changed the subject:
"But they will not choose your J-8 under any circumstances."
"A fighter jet with a range of less than 2,000 kilometers, terrible low-speed performance, and can only carry a measly 5 missiles, what kind of combat effectiveness can it have in this world?"
"Believe me, tell Mr. Wang to skip this topic immediately."
"It's impossible for you to win an order with such an outdated fighter plane - I'm not insulting you, I'm just stating the facts."
"You Chinese people are really weird. Sometimes you are frighteningly cautious, and sometimes you are overconfident."
"You don't think you can defraud Saudi Arabia out of their money simply by relying on your friendly relations with them, do you?"
"That's so naive..."
"How about I give you a suggestion."
"What advice?"
Wu Yihao asked curiously.
"My suggestion is actually very simple. If you want to get orders, you should spend a few years completely transforming the J-8."
"You can upgrade the radar system, slightly adjust the layout of the aircraft body, replace it with a stronger engine, re-plan the flight control, configure better missiles and avionics..."
"Of course, it's not easy to do this."
"But if you can't even do this, then there's really no need to compete with us..."
Looking at the serious Morris, Wu Yihao couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He took a deep breath and said as seriously as possible:
"Thank you for your suggestion, we will consider it carefully..."
