Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

Chapter 665: Local Specialties of the 8th Route Army

"What? They want the two professors we sent over to work for them for three or four years? What's going on?"

Roosevelt couldn't handle the Eighth Route Army's operation. What the hell is going on? I want your missile technology to research new weapons for the United States, but you want to poach our leading figure in aerodynamics. What can we do with this?

The most outrageous thing is that we Americans have to pay the damn wages. Isn’t this bullshit?

"Mr. President, after our intense negotiations, they finally agreed not to give up the magnetron technology, but they want our people to participate in their work."

The president was silent for a long time, and then sent a reply: "At least von Karman can't give it to them."

Qian Lin had just come to prominence in 41, and at least the top figures in the United States had not yet realized how important he was.

Davis walked into the conference room with a heavy heart and whispered, "Commander, any scientific research expert is very valuable to the United States. It is difficult for us to obey your orders."

"Then go ahead."

The commander waved his hand and ordered them to leave.

what?

Davis was stunned for a moment. This is not the script. Shouldn't you come to keep me? How can I explain this to the president?

The US envoy swallowed hard and said, "Commander, would you like to reconsider this?"

The commander said calmly: "In view of the fact that your country has provided a lot of assistance to our Eighth Route Army before, we should talk about the incense and friendship. So, I would like to keep Professor Qian in our country to work for a period of time.

During this period, Professor Qian will need $50 in resettlement expenses, and you will have to pay for this."

As he spoke, the commander pointed his finger lightly at Qian Lin with a faint smile, showing great kindness to Qian Lin.

"Professor Qian, what do you mean?"

Davis said cautiously.

"The United States is the country that nurtured me, and China is my motherland. If my motherland needs me, I will do my best to help you!"

Everyone was happy when these words came out!

Davis couldn't help but start clapping when he heard this.

"Then it's settled!"

The commander made the final decision and walked quickly to Qian Lin, grabbed his hand, and held it tightly, as if he was worried that Qian Lin would fly away if he let go.

Qian Lin was a little surprised. How could the commander's performance be interpreted as if all this was part of the plan?

"Special Envoy Davis, it's settled. Once the equipment on our list is brought over, we will give you the complete set of information on the DF-1.

Professor von Karman is also here during this period, and we have arranged for someone to explain to you the design ideas and core secrets of the DF-1.

By the way, when you send off the equipment and take away the complete set of design data, please also take back a Dongfeng-1 missile.

It can be considered as our local specialty.”

The commander waved his hand and spoke directly.

What the hell are these local specialties? Do your Eighth Route Army’s local specialties look like this?

However, now that everything has been settled, this is the best outcome.

When Davis heard the commander asking him to bring back a Dongfeng-1 missile, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and exclaimed, "The commander is so generous!"

Davis and his team walked out of the negotiation meeting room with smiles on their faces, which put the Russian envoy Sun Ping under a lot of pressure. It could be known from the Americans' faces that they must have reached some kind of agreement and the two sides had a relatively harmonious communication.

The order he received was to do everything he could to bring back the missile technology, but he didn't expect that the Americans had gotten there first. Fortunately, the technology was not lost just because it was taken by the Americans, so he could try again.

What we are worried about now is that the Eighth Route Army has been fed up with the conditions proposed by the United States and is not interested in the chips proposed by themselves at all.

If Yu Ye knew what the Russian envoy Sun Ping was thinking, he would definitely laugh out loud. He was a glutton, so how could he be fed so quickly?

When Sun Ping arrived at the meeting room with an uneasy mood, he found that three leaders of the Eighth Route Army and a guard were sitting there calmly drinking tea.

"Commander, did you guys have a good conversation just now?"

"The conversation went well. Didn't you see Davis went back happily just now?"

The commander said lightly after taking two big gulps of water.

Hearing this, Sun Ping felt a bit of a headache. During this period, the residence arranged for him by the Eighth Route Army was near the US envoy Davis. They could hear each other but could not get in touch because the Eighth Route Army was watching over them and separating them.

This puts both parties under tremendous invisible pressure, as they fear that the conditions offered by the other party may be exclusive, and if they fail to get the technology back and report to the person in charge, they will be doomed.

"Comrade Sun Ping, we are all comrades, so I won't beat around the bush. This is a list of industrial projects, a total of 156 projects.

Take it and have a look first."

The commander sat there as steady as a rock, and asked the "guard" beside him to take a catalog of industrial projects and place it in front of Sun Ping.

Sun Ping took a quick look and found that these were almost all core projects of the heavy industry system, but he didn't know what the commander was up to.

You can't possibly use these 156 projects to exchange for the Dongfeng-1 missile technology from the Eighth Route Army, right?

The cost is too high and it is impossible to approve it.

If I really wanted to bring this result back, my father would definitely let me go to Siberia to dig potatoes.

"Commander, what do you mean?"

"We are all comrades, so I am more straightforward. We all need these 156 major projects. But we cannot say that we want to exchange them for our missile technology. It would make us look like we are too greedy and unkind.

So, among them, the tank assembly line and the fertilizer plant are what we must have, and for the rest, you can ask your Russian leaders, and then pick out eight or ten projects, and we can continue the discussion."

"Eight or ten?"

Sun Ping asked.

"Except for the two I just mentioned, which must be given, eight is not too few and ten is not too many."

The commander tapped the teacup gently on the table and spoke seriously.

"Okay, Commander, I'll report to headquarters right away."

"Don't worry, tell your person in charge that if you give us 10 big projects, we will not only give you the technology, but also give you a missile made in China.

If there are only 8 projects, then there are only drawings.

Also, we can sign this agreement on a long-term basis. When we have newer technologies, you can exchange them for other projects among these 156 projects.

We are all gay, so we definitely have something to talk about.”

The commander said this with a smile, like a shopkeeper welcoming guests from all directions.