The room fell into silence. Wang Ye stood there and waited quietly. Finally, after a few seconds, a smile appeared on Kikwete's face. He pointed to another chair next to him and said to Wang Ye:
"Please take a seat, my friend."
"I think next, we can talk about the price of this gas tank!"
Hearing what Kikwete said, Wang Ye nodded with a smile, pulled up the chair unceremoniously and sat down. At the same time, he looked at Kikwete and said:
"I told you we would be friends."
"And the most sincere kind."
Suddenly Kikwete couldn't help laughing, picked up the "Camel" cigarettes on the table, took out one and handed it to Wang Ye and said:
"That's right, want one?"
At this moment, Kikwete looked at Wang Ye not far away, and he no longer had the condescending feeling in his heart. Although he was already in his thirties and a senior figure in Tanzania, facing this person who was at most Young people in their early twenties must be treated equally.
The ability and skills displayed by this young man are truly breathtaking. It can be expected that in this period of great change in China, such a figure will soon soar to the sky!
"American cigarettes are not common in China!"
Wang Ye did not refuse the cigarettes handed over by Kikwete. After all, this was the Changshan Senior Army School. All his belongings were strictly inspected and there was no need to worry about poisonous issues.
In the midst of the smoke, Kikwete looked at Wang Ye and said:
"My friend, you are right."
"Gas tanks are exactly what my country is in urgent need of. Please set a price!"
Under Kikwete's gaze, Wang Ye endured the pungent smell of camel mixed with tobacco and said calmly:
"I do business based on integrity, especially with my friends."
"So I offer a sincere price."
"Five hundred dollars each."
Hearing what Wang Ye said, Kikwete frowned slightly, then shook his head and said:
"It's too expensive. I don't think it's worth the price."
"After all, judging from the drawings, how much steel is needed to make such a gas tank?"
"Five hundred dollars is too expensive!"
"Two hundred dollars, this is the highest price I can afford!"
Wang Ye was not surprised at all by Kikwete's bargaining behavior. After all, Tanzania is just an African country. Its economic income mainly relies on various minerals. It is not too rich and cannot be compared with wealthy people like dog tycoons.
“My friend, that’s not how the price is calculated!”
"You know the price of steel, but if I sell it to you, you probably won't want it, right?"
"Besides, you know the prices of weapons such as artillery shells, rocket launchers, and recoilless rifles better than I do. Compared with the prices of these weapons, I think gas tanks can be said to be of high quality and low price."
"After all, these weapons mentioned above are not as powerful as the gas tank!"
Of course Wang Ye knew that what Kikwete said was the truth, but in negotiations, the facts were the least important. He put out his cigarette butt and said directly:
"We are friends, three hundred dollars each, I want a thousand!"
"If you still don't agree, then our business will probably die by the wayside."
"I can find other manufacturers anyway, right?"
In fact, it has been less than two months since Kikwete returned to China. He is so busy every day now that he has no time to find other manufacturers. Besides, if he takes the initiative to contact other manufacturers, it will inevitably attract great attention from Chinese officials. If this matter becomes a big deal, Kikwete will lose the opportunity to gain public opinion. This is also not a scene he wants to see.
Therefore, these are just means of negotiation.
Wang Ye clearly saw through this. He smiled and put out the hard-to-smok Camel cigarette, took out his Hongmei unfiltered cigarette, handed one to Kikwete and lit it, and then slowly took it out of the document bag. He took out a piece of paper, handed it over and said at the same time:
"I never cheat my friends, but my friends should also take care of my difficulties."
"I dare not speak about other countries, but under China, only our Red Star Machinery Factory dares to provide you with this kind of gas tank."
"And that's why our prices are higher, we're taking on a lot of risk."
"Attached is this paper. Each gas tank is four hundred dollars, fixed price!"
Under Wang Ye's glaring gaze, Kikwete was suspicious and took a closer look at the piece of paper. It was a "prohibition instruction", which described in detail the specific steps for prohibiting the conversion of gas tanks into mortars, including Methods for preparing multiple explosives and propellants.
"My friend, you should know the value of this piece of paper better than I do."
"After all, the materials used above are all common."
"While reducing costs, you can also bypass some surveillance and blockades..."
Before Wang Ye could finish his words, he saw Kikwete carefully folding the piece of paper, putting it in the notebook on his desk and hiding it, and then nodded and said:
"make a deal!"
"One thousand pieces, priced at four hundred dollars each."
"Delivery at Qindao Port."
"In ten days, there will be a transport ship returning to our country from there. I hope you can catch it."
Excitement flashed in Wang Ye's eyes, he took a puff of thick smoke and nodded and said:
"No problem, but half of the deposit must be paid in advance."
"We'll pay for the rest after the goods are on board!"
"This is our collection account."
Kikweit took a piece of paper from Wang Ye, which was the account of the Industrial Bureau of Yuntai City, Luqi Province. After all, China's foreign exchange management is very strict nowadays. Not to mention individuals, even ordinary state-owned factories. Not qualified to accept and hold foreign exchange.
This also ensures the security of the transaction. If Wang Ye fails to deliver the goods on time, or even if he is a liar, then Kikwete can also go through the official Chinese channels to get the money back.
“Happy to work with!”
“Happy to work with!”
In the end, the two drafted and signed a contract, and shook hands vigorously, which meant that the deal was concluded. After a few words of greeting, Wang Ye took the handbag containing the contract, suppressed his excitement, and strode away. Kikwete’s dormitory.
After a while.
Standing at the entrance of Changshan Advanced Army School, Wang Ye felt that his whole body was lighter by three points, and the wind under his crotch was so refreshing that he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh a few times, causing passers-by to turn their heads to look.
Regardless of those people's idiotic expressions, Wang Ye left quickly. He wanted to find a travel agency and have a good sleep!
2 p.m.
While Wang Ye was sleeping soundly on the bed of the travel agency, the director of the Yuntai City Finance Bureau had just arrived at work. Just as he walked into the office and made a cup of tea to drink some water, the phone suddenly rang. .
"What? Two hundred thousand dollars in foreign exchange has arrived?"
"Is it sent from Tanzania?"
"For the Bureau of Industry?"
The Director of Finance was stunned when he heard the call from the Director of the Foreign Exchange Administration himself on the other end of the phone!
