33: Ridiculous! How can you, Daxia, make purely domestically produced products?

Chapter 33: Absurd! How Can Da Xia Build Purely Domestic Airliners?

"You want to cancel the cooperation framework previously established for the COMAC C919 project?"

Charles Borden repeated in disbelief, "You no longer need our LEAP-X engine as an integrated propulsion system?"

He had originally thought this was just a routine negotiation from Da Xia, urging progress on the LEAP-X project's research and development.

How could he have imagined that Xu Qianren would directly overturn the table and announce: cooperation canceled, I'm not playing with you anymore!

What kind of negotiation was this? Charles Borden felt it was more like a verdict.

If he returned to CFM Company headquarters with this result, he would be immediately sentenced to 'life imprisonment,' directly relegated to the cold palace, never to be used again.

"Yes, you can understand it that way," Xu Qianren replied calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"Xu, I can assure you," Charles Borden's eyes flashed with determination, "Our CFM Company will develop the LEAP-X engine as quickly as possible, as long as our cooperation continues as planned and the contract is signed."

He still thought that Da Xia Commercial Aircraft was using the classic negotiation tactic of 'extreme pressure strategy,' not bargaining at all. If CFM Company didn't agree to accelerate R&D, COMAC would directly cancel the cooperation.

Charles Borden had to admit, he definitely couldn't withstand this tactic!

The C919 project absolutely could not fail; headquarters attached extreme importance to it. He, as a regional manager, couldn't take the blame for this.

However.

Facing his little trick, Xu Qianren decisively shook his head: "Mr. Borden, you should know this is not a discussion."

"It's a notification: cooperation canceled."

How could he not know what Charles Borden was thinking?

Even if COMAC agreed to continue the cooperation, would CFM Company really speed up the progress?

Let alone a verbal promise, what if a contract was actually signed? Would they really fulfill their promise?

This was simply a joke. To expect people born of pirates and barbarians to keep their word?

When Western society talks about keeping its word, it's only when it's in a strong position. Once Western society falls into a weak position, so-called credibility is like a piece of waste paper to them.

Capital always only has interests, never credibility.

Regarding this point, both Xu Qianren personally and Da Xia as a whole had experienced it more than once or twice in the past few decades.

"Who approached you for cooperation? Why are you suddenly canceling it?" Charles Borden's face was gloomy:

"Did they offer COMAC better terms? We at CFM can also provide equivalent terms. We are the number one in the commercial aviation engine field."

Several names of aviation giants flashed through his mind, first and foremost being Eagleland's Pratt & Whitney, the IAE International Aero Engines alliance, or Great Britain's RR Rolls-Royce Aviation. (It was the same company as the former Rolls-Royce, so the logo is still RR.)

As for the remaining EA Engine Alliance company, Borden thought it unlikely.

After all, GE General Electric not only held 50% of the EA Engine Alliance shares but also 50% of CFM Company's shares.

"Mr. Borden, none of what you said is true."

Xu Qianren remained unperturbed: "This time, Da Xia will independently develop an integrated propulsion engine system and build 100% domestically produced civil aircraft."

He didn't hide this point. How many aviation engine giants worldwide were watching Da Xia Commercial Aircraft's C919 project? Even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't. If you don't choose any company, the only possibility is independent research and development.

"COMAC wants to develop its own engine system? And also independently design and build 100% domestically produced civil aircraft?" Charles Borden's eyes widened, his face full of questions.

"Xu, the difficulty involved is not as simple as you imagine. I think you can reconsider the cooperation terms."

His tone contained not only shock but also a strong sense of ridicule and doubt.

He was just short of saying: 'How can Da Xia think it can independently build 100% domestically produced civil aircraft?'

One should know that the vast majority of true global aero engine giants cannot escape GE General Electric and Pratt & Whitney. The engines for aircraft such as the F-22, F-35, and B-2 all come from General Electric or Pratt & Whitney.

In his opinion, Da Xia's most advanced J-10 fighter jet still uses Old Maozi's AL-31FN engine. How could it think it could develop a more demanding commercial aero engine?

Xu Qianren smiled slightly: "Regarding this, you at CFM Company don't need to worry."

"Then I'll wait for the day when your Da Xia Commercial Aircraft successfully test-flies the C919." Charles Borden squinted at Xu Qianren, even saying this sentence in his awkward Chinese.

"I hope you don't make me wait too long! Let's go!" He pulled his translator and a meeting recorder, slamming the door shut as he left.

Da Xia Commercial Aircraft, a company established less than two years ago, actually wanted to build 100% domestically produced civil aircraft.

How dare you have such confidence? How could you delude yourselves into making this decision?

CFM International Engine Company, ever since becoming a global commercial aero engine giant, had never encountered such an outrageous thing.

"Then we'll see," Xu Qianren watched the retreating figures.

Once Da Xia Commercial Aircraft solves the most difficult boss of the super-large civil airliner, won't other small and medium-sized civil airliners be a piece of cake?

By then, let alone engine companies like CFM, even Boeing and Airbus's market shares would steadily collapse.

With Da Xia's absolute price advantage, he believed that most civil aviation companies in the world would have zero resistance.

Would they still be able to sit still then? Even Eagleland would probably have to get involved.

A few hours later.

Across the ocean, in the LLNL Laboratory employee dormitory.

Although it was already late at night in Da Xia, in California, which is fifteen hours behind Da Xia's time zone, it was just eight in the morning.

Lu Ze finished washing up, wiping the drops of water from his face.

He glanced at the information on the light screen in his eye.

[Achievement Points: 8500 points.]

[System Space Item Bar: .]

[Replication Count: 1.] (Refreshes once every Monday.)

A smile played on his lips: "It's finally my favorite Monday again. The replication count has refreshed."

He was only a little short of ten thousand achievement points. If he replicated another high-tech item this week, he could do a blue lottery draw.

"I'm still eight replication counts away from unlocking the purple lottery draw," Lu Ze muttered.

He guessed that once higher-level lottery draws were unlocked, the system's functions would also become more numerous.

"Lucy told me yesterday that the next batch of weapon equipment won't be in storage for another two or three weeks."

Lu Ze frowned, constantly pondering the best solution: "I'll go to the maintenance center first and see if there's anything worth replicating."

He felt that the maintenance center, this treasure trove, should be explored more.

As for the laboratory's top-tier tech items, he still didn't have a good way to access them.

Although Lu Ze already had a preliminary plan on how to make himself appear mediocre, causing the LLNL Laboratory to relax its guard on him and allow him to access some high-level tech items as soon as possible, he also needed to prevent himself from getting deeply involved.

After all, if he joined Eagleland's core projects, would Lu Ze still plan to return to Da Xia?

If he wanted to return to Da Xia then, he would probably be found shot eight times in the back at home the next day and declared to have died accidentally from pneumonia by Eagleland.

Lu Ze checked the time; it was exactly eight in the morning: "First, I'll go to the cafeteria for breakfast. Can't miss it."

"I have to call Lucy. Eating out is so expensive."

This was free capitalist wool. If he and Lucy ate a little less, it wouldn't be called earning less; it would be a huge loss.

All this money would be turned into weapons and bullets fired at third-world countries around the globe. If he didn't eat more, how could Lu Ze avenge them?

He had to eat like he was seeking revenge, fiercely striking at Eagleland's arrogance.

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