In 1978, I was admitted to Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 390 Everyone was afraid the other party would renege: The negotiations for a $70 billion order were so hasty!

"Don't bear everything alone anymore. You're not alone anymore. The baby and I are with you."

Seeing that Xie Wei was unwilling to speak, Mo Lingyu hugged him and said softly.

"Ah."

Xie Wei also knew that his current state was not right.

However, I have been somewhat anxious these past few days because I am unsure whether I can persuade Prince Sultan to purchase the Vanguard air defense system and the 8610 tactical missile.

Without access to substantial funding, many of the school's projects will be affected.

Although many of the projects were originally started by Li Rui and his team, Xie Wei didn't want to cut those projects that had been in development for many years.

"Director Xie, we need to leave this afternoon."

While Xie Wei was anxious, Wei Changcheng told him that they had to leave that very night, "Director Li said he managed to get you twenty minutes of time with the Prince."

"Twenty minutes? Not bad, not bad."

Xie Wei breathed a sigh of relief.

I originally thought that gaining five minutes would be pretty good.

He wasn't familiar with Prince Sultan, whose time was extremely valuable. It wouldn't be easy to persuade him to spend money to buy air defense missile systems or even land-attack missiles from China, a country with "outdated technology."

"Take good care of yourself these next few days. I'm going out for a bit."

Xie Wei found Mo Lingyu and told her that he was going out, but he couldn't say how long he would be gone, or where he was going or what he was going to do.

"Don't worry! The baby in my belly is stable now, and I know how to take care of myself! A man shouldn't be so fussy!"

Mo Lingyu was somewhat displeased. "I've realized that since I got pregnant, I've taken up too much of your energy... If this continues, it will affect your work... and then I'll become a sinner against the country!"

After she became pregnant, she noticed that Xie Wei was spending too much energy on her.

Ironically, he himself became Xie Wei's weakness.

intolerable!
"What are you saying! You need to balance work and you need to be taken care of too!"

Xie Wei said irritably, "Alright, I'm leaving now. Remember to eat on time. It's fine if you don't eat, but don't let my daughter go hungry!"

"Why a daughter? Isn't a son good enough?"

Mo Lingyu was unhappy.

She still wanted to have a son.

Only sons can carry on the family line.

From the beginning of her pregnancy, Xie Wei kept saying it was a girl, which made her very uncomfortable: now that there is a family planning policy, a couple can only have one child.

If they have a daughter and then can't have a son, wouldn't the Xie family line end?
"Okay, okay, whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as the child is safe, that's all that matters."

Xie Wei quickly admitted defeat.

He and Mo Lingyu clashed on this point: he wanted a sweet, loving daughter, believing she was far more reliable than a son. However, even after years of studying in the United States, Mo Lingyu remained determined to have a son.

There's no throne waiting for someone to inherit the throne.

The son and the father were enemies in a past life.

By the time the two-child policy is implemented, they'll be in their fifties or sixties. I hope Mo Lingyu won't still be trying to have a second child by then.

"Alright, you should just leave now!"

Mo Lingyu didn't want to argue with Xie Wei about this topic either, as the two had different ideas on it.

It wasn't that Mo Lingyu was worried that Xie Wei or the Xie family would insist on her having a son to carry on the family line after she gave birth to a daughter. Rather, she was a woman herself and had suffered all sorts of mistreatment from other girls since childhood, and she didn't want her child to suffer the same fate.

"What? Did you two argue again? Pregnant women's emotions are very unstable. Please be more patient with them. They'll be fine after the baby is born."

Seeing that Xie Wei was in low spirits, Wei Changcheng comforted him.

He went through the same thing.

Women's emotions are often unstable after pregnancy.

"Nope!"

Xie Wei didn't want to discuss this issue with Wei Changcheng either.

Before coming to work at the school, Wei Changcheng had already had four children. If it weren't for the one-child policy, his fifth child would have been born many years ago.

We have nothing in common.

"The Y-8 has now completed its airtight cabin design. How about the school places an order for one? The Y-11 has low flight costs, but it's still a bit slow and can only carry a limited number of people each time."

Wei Changcheng changed the subject.

Previously, Xie Wei always took Chu Yunfei and Wei Yong with him when he went out.

Even if he is the head of the military representative office, he has no right to mobilize the Y-11.

The Y-11 is far too slow.

"We'll see. For now, this aircraft can barely meet the requirements."

Xie Wei didn't want to talk about this topic.

Without money, you can't even stand up straight.

The school originally had the best economic situation in the country, but because of the policies of independent project initiation, self-financing, and independent operation, Li Rui started a bunch of projects at the school.

Over the years, Xie Wei has been solving various problems for these projects.

If we can't fool Prince Sultan, who knows how the school's funding will be secured!
Damn Pakistanis, they're so unreliable.

Even though the improved W-122 tank has been delivered to Iraq, no orders have been placed so far, let alone for the Super-7 project.

Seeing that Xie Wei was in low spirits, Wei Changcheng did not continue speaking.

He was aware of the school's project.

He was also aware of the pressure Xie Wei was under.

As the Y-11 took off from Factory 122, a secret negotiation was taking place at the Capital Hotel.

After the customer opposite him, who had a cloth over his head, asked for a price, Long Yaohua, who was in charge of the negotiation, hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Xie Wei's suggestion and held up two fingers.

Xie Wei said that if you are unsure of the other party's bottom line, don't quote a price yet. Just hold up your finger and let the other party say the price first, and then adjust it according to the other party's reaction.

Long Yaohua tried hard to control his hands from trembling.

He was prepared to back down by one finger if the other party felt the price was too high.

"Twenty million?"

A big shot with a cloth on his head frowned.

The price was somewhat unexpected for them.

Prince Sultan, who was at the head of the group, also frowned.

Such a price was expected.

In particular, he visited a strategic missile launch site in the desert where a Dongfeng-3 missile was launched. The Chinese side even conducted a test launch in front of him, accurately hitting the target at a distance of 2650 kilometers.

This is exactly what they need!

However, a unit price of $2 million is still a bit high.

"Is it carrying nuclear weapons?"

The prince asked, frowning.

Even though he knew it was impossible, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Bring it up.

If the other party doesn't agree, then forget it.

What if we can actually buy it?

Having nuclear weapons, coupled with the Dongfeng-3 missiles they carry, would be ideal. Without nuclear weapons, the deterrent power of an intercontinental ballistic missile is reduced by more than 70%.

"Your Highness, you must be joking. Although our country has not yet joined the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, as a responsible major power, China will strictly abide by international agreements in this regard."

Long Yaohua looked serious.

Nuclear bomb!

As expected, the other party wanted this item.

Everything was exactly as Xie Wei had analyzed.

This is the bottom line; I won't sell it no matter how much money you offer.

"Oh? What if the price doubles?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the mustachioed prince asked the question.

"Gulu~"

Long Yaohua swallowed hard.

4 billion US dollars!

Even if the other party only buys 10 Dongfeng-3 missiles, it is still a huge order of 40 billion US dollars, which is almost 70% of the annual military expenditure!
"Your Highness, this isn't about money. Having a strategic missile like the Dongfeng-3 with a range of 3000 kilometers provides sufficient deterrence against hostile forces within its range..."

Nuclear weapons are not for sale.

No matter how much money you offer, I won't sell it.

There are definitely many countries in the world that want to possess nuclear weapons, and even if it is not allowed by the international community, there are still many countries that secretly develop nuclear weapons.

The price offered by the other party was tempting enough, but Long Yaohua knew that there was no room for negotiation.

"Strategic missiles need to be equipped with mushroom munitions to generate sufficient deterrence. Without mushroom munitions, the kill radius of conventional warheads alone is too small... Moreover, the circular error probable of the Dongfeng-3 is 1000 to 3000 meters. Only the kill radius of mushroom munitions can make up for the lack of accuracy."

The prince still wanted to try.

“Your Highness, if that’s the case, there’s no need for us to continue this discussion. You should be aware that the US and the Soviet Union not only signed the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, but also the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty, which limits the proliferation of ballistic missiles…”

Long Yaohua's face immediately turned ugly.

He never expected that the other side's ambitions would be so great—they had even rejected the Long Spear short-range ballistic missile with a range of 120 kilometers, but after China was willing to sell the Dongfeng-3 with a range of 3000 kilometers, they actually went even further and wanted the matching Mushroom Bomb.

There's no way to negotiate anymore.

"General, I was just joking. $2 million per Dongfeng-3 is a fair price. We need 35!"

What?
The members of the Chinese negotiating team were stunned for a long time upon hearing this.

Is this it?

I'm still waiting for them to bargain.

Aren't you even going to try to negotiate the price?
Long Yaohua was also stunned when he heard this. Xie Wei's words suddenly came to mind: one side does not know how poor the other side is, and the other side does not know how rich the other side is.

Take a look!

A ballistic missile costs $2 million, and they didn't even bother to haggle over the price!
For a moment, he regretted not listening to Xie Wei and raising the offer to $3 million.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Your Highness, although we have agreed to sell the Dongfeng-3, in order to maintain world peace and avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we need to control the launch procedure..."

"What? You didn't guarantee there wouldn't be any conditions attached?"

One of the bigwigs, with a cloth covering his head, objected, "Once the deal is done, these missiles will belong to us, and we can use them however we want!"

At this moment, even the mustachioed prince's expression turned ugly.

What happened to the promise of not attaching any conditions?
The purpose of buying such strategic weapons is to deter restless enemies in the surrounding area, making them think twice before launching a war against them.
If the enemy is still persistent, shouldn't we launch a few to show them what's what?
"Ladies and gentlemen, even without a nuclear warhead, the Dongfeng-3's 1500-kilogram conventional warhead can produce the yield of more than 3000 kilograms of TNT, enough to destroy a building... And the main role of strategic deterrent weapons is deterrence!"

What if the enemy attacks us first?

The prince with the mustache frowned and asked, "You're willing to spend a lot of money to purchase these items just to protect our national defense! But the launch program isn't in our hands, so how can you guarantee its success?"

"If the enemy attacks you first, we will not stop you from retaliating. The reason we control the launch procedure is to ensure world peace..."

Long Yaohua's face was serious.

His attitude was firm.

No matter how high the price, it won't work if the other party doesn't agree that the launch program is in China's hands.

It is only used to deter enemies and for self-defense; there is no need to use it in advance.

Counterattacking the enemy falls under the category of self-defense.

"Alright, in that case, let's sign the contract. Since the launch program is in your hands, we need to report to you before we can use it... So, shouldn't you provide logistical support, maintenance, and training for the operating troops?"

Prince Mustang was also aware that the sellers could not simply ignore such strategic deterrent weapons and allow them to use them at will.

In any case, their goal is to protect themselves.

If you want to use it, you should report to the other party first. No problem.

Besides, the higher-ups naturally know the situation of their own domestic army and the combat skills of their officers and soldiers.

"We can provide training for logistics maintenance and upkeep..."

"The launch procedures are all in your hands! We hope you can send operational troops directly..."

Before the mustachioed prince could finish speaking, Long Yaohua interrupted him firmly: "Your Highness, I'm very sorry, but we cannot provide garrison services!"

Just kidding!
With the Soviet Union terminally ill and the United States constantly expanding its sphere of influence, how could China, which was implementing a strategic defensive national defense strategy, possibly send troops to be stationed in other countries?

"China has always abided by the Five Principles of Peaceful Coexistence and would never allow troops to be stationed in other countries."

Everything is exactly as Xie Wei predicted.

"Alright. In that case, I hope you can provide more technical operators to be responsible for training, preferably one for each position..."

The words of the Prince with the mustache brought a sigh of relief to the Chinese side.

They repeatedly stated that providing more trained technical personnel would not be a problem.

"We need 35! If there are no other issues, let's sign the contract!"

And just like that, it happened, something no one expected.

The bigwigs, covered in cloth, were afraid the other party would back out, and eagerly proposed signing a contract, saying, "We'll pay in cash! As long as the contract is signed, we'll pay 40% of the cost upfront... Sign the contract today, and we'll pay tomorrow!"

"..."

When Long Yaohua and his group of bigwigs heard this, they were all stunned.

Shouldn't international negotiations be protracted?

This is a massive order worth $70 billion!
"Your Highness, shall we not continue this discussion?"

"What are we talking about? I'm very busy. Get the contract done quickly, I need to sign it and go back tomorrow!"

The mustachioed prince said impatiently.

He was afraid the other party would change their mind.

It's important to know that the King discussed a price of $4 million per coin with the core leadership of the country, and the purchase was for 20 coins. As long as the Chinese side accepted this price, there was no need to report back to the country; the deal could be finalized immediately!
Even though he had previously suggested using a mushroom bomb, it was to avoid revealing their bottom line to the other party—but the other party actually offered only half of their bottom line!
What else to talk about?
If the negotiation continues, what if the other party realizes they sold at too low a price and has no choice but to back out?
"Prepare the contract immediately!"

Long Yaohua was also afraid that the other party would renege on the agreement.

Keep in mind, they initially thought even a price of $2000 million was too high.

The production cost of a single Dongfeng-3 missile is 800 million yuan.

How many times has that increased?

"By the way, General, didn't you say someone was going to provide me with a more comprehensive follow-up plan? Where is that person?"

Even after the agreement was reached, the mustachioed prince still did not relax.

Without a signed contract and the missiles reaching their country, it's all for nothing.

(End of this chapter)