Chapter 220 Special Price

"Don't you have anything to say?"

The tea in the teapot on the table has run out, and the three people sitting around the small table have been staring at each other for five minutes.

Karl couldn't help but break the silence and said.

"There's no need to be so formal General Vasili. This is your home ground after all, and we're here to do business."

"So according to the procedure, you should quote a price first."

General Vasily put the pipe back in his mouth a little awkwardly, even though the tobacco in it had long been extinguished.

He still pretended to take two puffs, but when he was about to exhale the smoke, he seemed more embarrassed.

"Snapped!!"

Karl snapped his fingers loudly, and General Vasily's extinguished pipe reignited without flame.

"It doesn't matter. Although time is tight, I am willing to wait."

Karl looked at General Vasily who was staring at his pipe and said with a smile.

"This time you were 20 minutes late, and you weren't in the same rush and urgency as you were last time at the Crimean Peninsula Theater."

"It seems that you should have received a good offer before we officially made the deal, if I'm not mistaken."

"It should be a Swedish steel company. They quoted you $380 per ton for scrap iron."

"It's more than twice the international market price, and there's also a deposit for four large ships. I guessed it right."

"Cough cough!!"

General Vasily, who had just taken another puff of his pipe, was so frightened by Karl's words that he choked on the smoke.

After coughing violently, he looked at the other person with a bit of disbelief and asked.

"How did you know? Could it be that all this was arranged by you?"

"Of course not!" Carl maintained a professional fake smile, "How could we have such great power?"

"This is clearly a premeditated plan. As for the planner, it was your old rival, the CIA."

"It has nothing to do with us, or we are just one of their plans, the promoters of another plan B."

"What the hell do you want, you damn Yankees."

General Vasily said indignantly, smoke coming out of his nostrils.

"It's not what we want." Carl waved his hand quickly, "Although it's the same plan, we are us and they are them."

"Even within the same party, there are more or less several factions, not to mention that this is a gluttonous feast."

"All ghouls will only act for their own growth. There is absolutely no possibility of cooperation."

"If there is a common goal, it is this shipyard where you are now. She must die quietly."

"Like a battleship sinking into the sea, he is not allowed to appear above the horizon."

"What difference does it make?" General Vasily shook his head in pain.

Just as the young man in front of him said, he had already thought about how to reject their offer before he came.

Because according to the contract he had received before, he could completely sacrifice the Ulyanov.

With the orders for the construction of those four large ships, the basic operation of the shipyard can be maintained, and there is even hope to complete the construction of the Varyag aircraft carrier, which has been 70% built.

But now the words coming out of the other party's mouth ruthlessly shattered this fantasy.

That’s right, it was a fantasy when he enthusiastically showed the order to the chief aircraft carrier designer of the shipyard yesterday.

The other party just looked helplessly at the sunset outside the window and said calmly.

"It is impossible to complete this warship with our own strength now. We need more than 200 universities and more than 1000 research institutions."

"There are thousands of supporting enterprises upstream and downstream. In short, we need a great country."

"But this great country died last year and there is no hope for it, no matter how much funding is available."

"There's no way we could have built this aircraft carrier alone."

The other party's words were so calm at the time, but the despair beneath the calmness could not be expressed with words.

Now he could only sit at this small table and suck hard on his pipe, which was carved from hemlock.

They all become a little hot due to the excessive burning of tobacco and the stimulation of huge amounts of nicotine.

This Slavic tough guy couldn't help but say this with some self-abandonment.

"Since the outcome is already determined, why should I choose to cooperate with you? What benefits will this bring to me?"

"Even if, as you said, they eventually break the contract, I can still get the deposit they paid now."

"Just pack it up and take it away. As far as I know, you don't intend to pay a penny, and you can't possibly come up with so much cash at once."

"I could have just fled to a Western country with the money and lived the life of my dreams, just like my colleagues did."

"But it goes against your original ideal, doesn't it?" Carl looked at the somewhat excited man in front of him and spoke calmly.

"Ideals, beliefs!" General Vasily suddenly roared, like an angry brown bear.

"What's the point of saying this now? We can't even pay our proud army."

"Countless scientific research talents have been drained away like a faucet turned on."

"The military equipment has been resold all over the world. The Soviet Union has disappeared. The ideals and beliefs have long since fallen with the red flag."

"Don't tell me anymore..."

"Then why don't you join the team that's getting rich?" Carl interrupted calmly.

"As a general with real power, countless people should have extended olive branches to you in this year."

"But you haven't accepted it yet. Don't rush to deny it, because where you are now has already proved what I just said."

"There is no shame in talking about ideals at any time. As you said, I won't pay a penny."

"There are now two ships fully loaded with necessities of life, canned vegetables and food, as well as necessary civilian fuel."

"It has already set sail from the port of Dalian. I'll give you 20 minutes to think about it if you agree to the deal."

"We will use a tugboat to tow this ship away. As for the one next to it, she must disappear from this world."

"Ha ha!!"

General Vasily laughed wildly, slowly stood up from his chair, and then turned his head sharply to look at Carl and Cedric.

He sneered with a ferocious look on his face.

"Then you can go. If the results are the same, why should I choose to trade with you?"

"Your price is lower. Unless you can offer something that those people can't, you can leave."

"Of course." Karl looked at General Vasily with a ferocious face, took out a newspaper from his ring and handed it to him.

The moment the other party took it, he didn't say anything but just opened his lips slightly.

But General Vasily just glanced at the newspaper in his hand and his eyes immediately widened, because it was a special edition of the Russian newspaper Pravda.

He didn't even need to read the text carefully, the huge photo on the front page said it all.

Just then he looked up and saw the young man's lips slightly opened, as if saying.

"The only special price I could possibly offer is to guarantee that this ship can be built!!"