Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

After saying that, he rubbed his face, wiping away the remaining anger, and forced a smile back onto his face.

"Mr. Anderson, we sincerely want to do business with your company. We are aware of your company's current situation—"

You are facing competitive pressure from Boeing's new aircraft models in China and urgently need to expand into overseas markets to stabilize your board of directors. Otherwise, you wouldn't have traveled all the way to China in a Boeing plane to discuss this. I think we shouldn't let something as trivial as accommodation disrupt our cooperation process.

"If you really don't want to sell, then you can just turn back now—but then we won't be able to buy the product, and you'll face board accountability and continued market share loss. Wouldn't it be better if we all compromised and reached an agreement?"

Anderson and Smith exchanged a glance and coldly snorted, "Alright, since the Marshal is determined not to change our rooms, let's wait until tomorrow's formal negotiation meeting. Don't blame us for raising our demands then."

Smith coldly retorted, "Marshal, we've taken note of your threat today. We just hope you'll remain as assertive as you are when we sit down at the negotiating table tomorrow."

After saying that, the group turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.

The ward was quiet for several seconds, then a chorus of sighs rose and fell.

The technical expert took off his glasses and rubbed his temples wearily. "It's clear Anderson is really angry. Tomorrow's negotiations will probably be another round of difficult questions. It was the same last year—just when we were about to sign, he added three extra conditions, almost forcing us to back down on the spot."

"We've been harassed every year for years now, we're used to it. But now the country is in a hurry to build a civil aviation fleet, and without Boeing's technological foundation, our own large aircraft project can't even pass the core tests. They hold our lifeline in their hands, how can they not try to squeeze us to death?"

"What they said makes sense. Do we have enough foreign exchange to buy things? When we checked the accounts at the end of last year, we found that our entire wealth was just that little bit. If we bought this, we couldn't buy that. We had to stretch every penny in half."

"We can't buy many passenger planes, but at least we can take them apart and study them. How many years has our own large aircraft project been stuck on the core power system? If we can thoroughly understand Boeing's core technologies and avionics systems, even if we only digest and absorb a part of them, it will be better than being completely clueless now."

"But we have to buy supercomputers, otherwise we will never be able to build our own nuclear simulation system. Weather forecasting, oil exploration, and code breaking all rely on hand-cranked calculators and abacuses. What others can calculate in a few minutes, we need to calculate for several months."

"The key issue is that we don't have supercomputers, which means the most crucial link in the entire defense research and development chain is missing. Only by purchasing supercomputers can our nuclear weapons simulations be transformed from 'estimation' to 'precise calculation,' and missile trajectory calculations be reduced from several months to just a few days."

Otherwise, if everything relies on manual calculations, by the time the results are obtained, it will be too late—our scientists are no less capable than those of other countries, but without this tool, it's like a boxer with his hands tied; no matter how skilled he is, he can't use his abilities.

The marshal waved his hand, his brows furrowing into a knot:

"Alright, alright, no matter how difficult or humiliating this inspection team is, tomorrow, no matter how high the price or how much humiliation we suffer, we'll have to smile and buy the supercomputer and engine technology!"

Otherwise, our national defense research will be like the blind men and the elephant—unable to calculate anything accurately or quickly, forever being held hostage! Alas, in this area, our foundation is still too weak, so weak that it keeps me up at night.

After listening for a while, Su Wanqing finally understood—the American company's inspection team had come, ostensibly for business negotiations, but actually to show off their technology and humiliate people.

Unfortunately, the country is in dire need of large passenger planes and supercomputers, and is extremely envious. Even though they know that the other party is asking for exorbitant prices and providing outdated models, they still have to grit their teeth and try to get on board.

Su Wanqing glanced at the ninety top-tier passenger planes lying quietly in the space, each one half a generation ahead of the most advanced aircraft in the world at present. Then she looked up and asked the marshal, "What models of aircraft did they bring? What is their passenger capacity? Are they the latest models from which year? How many do we specifically need?"

The marshal gave a wry smile and explained to her, counting on his fingers:

"Comrade Su Wanqing, I know that you previously contributed 166 advanced fighter jets to the country, and even gave us the core technology of the fighter jet engine free of charge. In the field of military aviation, you are already a great contributor to our country."

But passenger planes and fighter jets are not the same thing—no matter how advanced the fighter jets you contribute are, they are for fighting wars. What our civil aviation needs are big planes that can carry passengers and run international routes.

The country is now in a hurry to build up its civil aviation fleet, partly because domestic routes are under great pressure and people do not have enough planes to travel;

On the other hand, international routes are completely monopolized by foreign airlines. We don't even have a single self-operated passenger plane that can fly international routes, and all the foreign exchange is earned by foreign airlines.

Although they only brought an improved version of the Boeing 707 this time, not exactly the latest model, and lagging behind the current international mainstream by half a generation, even this outdated model is still a treasure to us—their engine stability, avionics system, and fuel efficiency are all at least ten years more advanced than our own.

The marshal went on and on, but hadn't yet answered the most crucial question.

Su Wanqing was a little speechless, and asked again, "So how many of these passenger planes do we actually need?"

She needs to check if the stock in her space is enough—if not, she can just find a few more advanced models and get them for free once she goes abroad.

For the country, this is a huge problem that keeps them up at night.

For her, it was nothing more than a few hundred kilograms of gold.

Moreover, the country was in dire need of it, and she happened to have a batch of them to sell. Wasn't this like someone delivering a pillow when you're sleepy?

The marshal sighed, held up one finger, and then hesitantly broke off the second one: "We need at least a dozen or twenty. Of course, even if we can buy just one, it will take a lot of effort—they might not even be willing to sell. Ah, if only we didn't have to use foreign exchange to buy these planes, if we could really get a dozen or so, I'd be laughing in my sleep."

Su Wanqing glanced at him silently: "..."

Look at your pathetic self, laughing all the way to the bank after just a dozen or so? What if nearly a hundred of them appeared in front of you next? Wouldn't you faint on the spot?