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The air froze instantly.

The expressions on the faces of the four representatives, a mixture of greed, eagerness, and anticipation, froze instantly.

Too advanced...

Not to be shown...

These eight words were more terrifying to them than all the weapons they had seen before combined!

I watched it, but not the whole thing!

But they still wouldn't give up.

"Political Commissar Zhao,"

The American representative tried to remain calm and made a final effort.

"We fully understand the importance of confidentiality! But we represent the most sincere desire to cooperate, perhaps... it's just a matter of observing the exterior from an absolutely safe distance?"

"Or, could your personnel conduct a demonstration of some non-sensitive subjects? This would help us to more comprehensively assess... the value of our cooperation."

His words were tinged with a cautious plea, and he had already lowered his stance to the extreme.

The English representative quickly chimed in, "Yes, we can sign the strictest confidentiality agreement! This concerns the depth of potential future technical exchanges..."

However, Zhao Gang's gentle smile remained, but his eyes showed no sign of wavering.

He shook his head, his tone calm yet resolute: "Distinguished representatives, I am very sorry! Mr. Shen has given clear orders regarding this matter."

"In Zhicheng, Mr. Shen's orders take precedence over everything regarding equipment."

Zhao Gang paused, then added something that sent a chill down the spines of the delegates: "Not only me, but even our military region commander has clearly stated that in areas outside of direct combat command, he will fully respect and implement Mr. Shen's opinions!"

The entire Jin-Southeast Military Region held Shen Wang, their special military advisor, in the highest regard!

The representatives from the four countries felt a sinking feeling in their hearts once again.

I never imagined that the person surnamed Shen would have such a high status!

However, when you think about those terrifying pieces of equipment, it seems quite reasonable!

Looking at Zhao Gang's refined yet unusually resolute face, the representatives of the four countries knew that saying anything more would be futile.

They looked at each other and saw deep helplessness and a hint of defeat in each other's eyes, so they had no choice but to give up.

. . .

The observation is complete.

The representatives from the four countries returned to the meeting room that had caused them so much suffering, their feelings a mix of emotions.

Before I knew it, the sky outside the window had turned a dusky yellow, and the day slipped away quietly amidst the continuous shocks, greed, and setbacks.

The delegates were already starving, and ironically, the steamed buns from that morning were still on the table.

When the foreigners looked at the bowl of cold, hardened steamed buns and the dish of dark pickled vegetables, their hunger was instantly replaced by a stronger sense of humiliation and frustration.

However, at this moment they had no time to be picky.

The immense sense of urgency and the desire for core technologies overwhelmed the physical discomfort.

The American representative rubbed his temples, forcing himself to stay alert, and said to Zhao Gang, "Political Commissar Zhao, it's getting late. Perhaps... we could arrange a formal meeting with Mr. Shen as soon as possible?"

The other representatives also nodded in agreement.

Zhao Gang glanced at the sky outside the window, then at the cold food on the table, and gave a perfectly timed apologetic smile: "You've all come from afar and have been touring all day; you must be tired and hungry."

"Mr. Shen may still have some matters to attend to. I think it would be better if we had dinner first and then talked. We can't discuss important matters on an empty stomach."

After saying this, without waiting for the representatives to object, he ordered the Flying Tigers soldiers guarding the door: "Go, heat up the food for the guests and bring it up."

Soon, the bowl of steamed buns and pickled vegetables was brought back, still steaming slightly. The cold, hard texture had turned into a lukewarm, soft one, but the essence remained the simplest of coarse grains and pickled vegetable dumplings.

The representatives from the four countries looked at the "revitalized" food with faces even more unpleasant than steamed buns.

Eat this?

Even dogs don't...

eat!

They're eating steamed buns!

That guy surnamed Shen wouldn't even let them see the helicopter, leaving them hanging for a day and feeding them this, which was clearly a gesture and a test.

If we don't follow the other party's "arrangements," who knows what that unconventional young man might do next? Maybe he'll simply postpone the talks again under the pretext of "feeling unwell"?

The American representative's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes struggled.

Ultimately, anxiety about domestic missions and a desire to acquire the technology overwhelmed everything else.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and was the first to reach out and take a still-hot steamed bun from the basin. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with his chopsticks.

The other three representatives twitched their facial muscles upon seeing this, but ultimately could only follow suit.

For a moment, only the somewhat muffled sound of chewing filled the conference room.

Just a day earlier, they could never have imagined that they would be sitting around in this simple mud house, eating such coarse food with pickled vegetables.

But at this moment, they ate with unusual "seriousness," even to the point of wolfing down their food.

It's both a genuine hunger and a silent compromise and statement.

Seeing the foreigners enjoying their meal, Zhao Gang smiled too.

"I'm glad you're all satisfied. I was really worried that the simple meal might not be good enough for you."

"Mr. Shen should be able to meet with everyone soon, please enjoy your meal!"

After saying that, Zhao Gang left the room.

The representatives from the four countries looked at each other, all somewhat helpless.

I should have eaten this bowl of steamed buns this morning!

Even though it was reheated, it never tasted as good as when it was fresh out of the pan!

. . .

While the representatives of the four countries were eating their steamed buns and pickled vegetables with a bitter taste, Shen Wang was leisurely pondering his next negotiation strategy in his small courtyard.

The muscle has been demonstrated, from individual soldiers to squads, and then to battalion and regimental support firepower, main battle tanks, and jet fighters.

This "combination punch" is enough to stun those arrogant foreigners and make them realize who truly holds the hard currency.

He revealed most of the weaponry technology he brought, but there were three core technologies that Shen Wang strictly forbade to be shown:

First, the Type 99A main battle tank.

This wasn't shown, not because its armor and firepower could significantly outclass the Type 59 tank, but because of the information core integrated on the Type 99A.

The chips and electronic technologies that may be involved in vehicle-to-vehicle data links, fire control computers, digital instrument panels, and even image-stabilized observation and aiming systems.

These are the real generational gaps, the key to the direction of development for the next few decades, and not a single detail should be revealed.

The second is the radio proximity fuse.

This thing may seem like a small component, but the miniaturized electronic technology and radar principle it represents represent a revolution in air defense weapons.

To put it bluntly, this thing could even threaten Fifth Master and Sixth Master!

Such a technology, capable of changing the rules of air combat, must naturally be kept tightly under control.

There's also the Chinook helicopter.

The fact that this wasn't shown isn't entirely due to technical secrecy.

While the Chinook was advanced, it was a product of the American imperialists in the 1950s and 60s.

Shen Wang's main concern was another awkward point: that thing, inside and out, was entirely made of foreign materials!

Just as Shen Wang was lost in thought, a soft footstep sound accompanied by a faint fragrance drifted over.

Agent Yu, carrying a mahogany tray, walked in with a refined and elegant air...