87: Daxia, you're crazy! Are you selling ballistic missiles?

Chapter 87: Da Xia, are you crazy? You're even selling ballistic missiles? Sir, I understand!

Strategic bomber?

Hearing this, the eyes of the Saudi and Persian ambassadors almost turned green!

Which country with a bit of ambition in the whole world doesn't want this thing? The problem is, you have to find a place to buy it!

Countries with strategic bombers are already impressive, and there are only three countries on Earth capable of manufacturing such super weapons.

"Is it your H-6M strategic bomber?" Persian Ambassador Ahmad Hassan's eyes showed a hint of interest.

Zhang Yuli nodded: "That's right."

"What are Da Xia's demands? What does Persia need to do?"

Hassan didn't believe that strategic bombers, even just one H-6KM, would fall from the sky for free.

Although this strategic bomber, not to mention compared to the Tu-160, B-2, B1-B Lancer, etc., is even inferior in bomb load to bombers like the B-52 and Tu-95.

However, no matter how bad it is, it's still a strategic bomber.

The entire Middle East only had a few H-6s from Da Xia, owned by Jordan, which were then sold to Iraq without being used, and were all destroyed in the war in 2003. This means that currently, no country in the entire Middle East possesses even a single strategic bomber.

No matter how good Da Xia's relationship with Persia is, how could such a powerful weapon be given away so easily?

There must be some conditions involved.

Abdul, the Saudi ambassador, listened to the conversation and quietly awaited Director Zhang's reply.

"Our Da Xia wants you two to reconcile, temporarily put aside your disputes, and unite the entire Middle East."

Zhang Yuli drank the tea on the table and continued: "Even if it's not the time for a public announcement, both of you can reconcile in secret."

With Egypt barely able to protect itself, Saudi Arabia and Persia, as the two poles of the entire Middle East, must reconcile.

Da Xia's development requires stable oil and gas resources, and a stable Middle East will definitely act against Israel, that thorn in the eye, which will maximize the distraction of the Eagle Nation's energy.

This is the optimal solution Da Xia can make right now, and the sooner the better.

After all, the various advanced technologies provided by the Mysterious Organization can only be hidden for so long. Da Xia has not yet officially completed its industrial upgrade, and the Eagle Nation already views them as their biggest future opponent. If Da Xia possesses a 'high-speed drive engine,' the Eagle Nation would never tolerate it and would inevitably resort to even more unscrupulous methods.

Hearing this.

"Let us reconcile with Persia?" Abdul's face darkened, and he refused: "That's impossible, Director Zhang, your idea is simply unrealistic."

"This isn't something that can be resolved with a simple 'handshake and make up.'"

Ahmad Hassan did not speak, but the solemn expression on his face conveyed what he wanted to say.

The conflict between Persia and Saudi Arabia is not just a simple religious one; both are major oil and natural gas exporters, and there's inherent competition in trade, compounded by several historical wars.

It's not that they share deep affection; one could even say it's a generational feud.

A mere strategic bomber is not enough for both sides to make such significant concessions.

Zhang Yuli seemed to have anticipated this outcome and said quietly: "What if we add ballistic missiles?"

"Hiss... Ballistic missiles??"

Abdul stood up, staring at him incredibly: "You're even willing to sell ballistic missiles?"

They, Saudi Arabia, had previously paid 3.5 billion usd to introduce Da Xia's Dongfeng-3 medium-range strategic ballistic missile.

That was in the 1980s, an incredibly exorbitant price.

Now, even this kind of thing can be sold? Is Da Xia crazy? Just to facilitate reconciliation between the two sides?

"Is it your DF-31 intercontinental ballistic missile?" Hassan's eyes sparkled.

If it's an intercontinental ballistic missile, then what does reconciling with Saudi Arabia matter?

Persia has been painstakingly researching this for decades with little progress. Once they possess it, they could instantly become an undisputed regional power. If they could also overcome nuclear weapon technology, let's see if the Eagle Nation would dare to disrespect them.

However, their expectations were clearly dashed.

"Neither the DF-31 nor other intercontinental ballistic missile technology can be sold or given at present." Zhang Yuli shook his head.

As a 'nation-stabilizing artifact,' no country would casually give away such a super weapon.

The only one in the world who might sell it is probably that 'prodigal son' who doesn't care about selling his family's land, but even if he wanted to sell, no one would dare to buy it.

"Not at present? How long do we need to wait?"

Hassan clearly noticed a hint of meaning in that sentence.

If not now, then there will be an opportunity later? How much later is this 'later'? Five years? Or ten years?

"Until we deem the time appropriate."

Zhang Yuli looked directly at the two: "The ballistic missile being sold this time is the DF-21." (The DF-21 was actually sold to Saudi Arabia in the future.)

"Furthermore, for your domestic fuel resources, we can sign a long-term strategic cooperation agreement, and Da Xia will import resources at a fixed price for the long term."

Da Xia's demand for resources will certainly become increasingly strong in the future, so signing a cooperation framework in advance is good for both parties.

"DF-21 ballistic missile?" Both ambassadors were inwardly delighted.

They had naturally heard of the famous DF-21 ballistic missile, a solid-fuel medium-range ballistic missile with a range of over two thousand kilometers, capable of accurately hitting ships in the Gulf of Aden from within Saudi and Persian territory.

"Even the technology behind it might be debatable, and we can also sell you the H-6M at a preferential price."

Zhang Yuli's previously smiling face became serious: "The requirement remains your reconciliation, even if it's a private reconciliation."

If even these conditions cannot bring about reconciliation, then Da Xia might have to take other measures.

Neither the DF-21 nor its upgraded version, the DF-21D anti-ship missile, is the ultimate ballistic missile Da Xia desires.

The missile Da Xia needs is a weapon that no enemy can evade, a brand new weapon whose launch already signifies inevitable success.

That is, hypersonic weapons. Earlier this year, Da Xia had already developed a missile capable of reaching Mach 7 within the atmosphere.

Moreover, a few days ago, they proposed developing a hypersonic glide vehicle capable of Mach 10 within the atmosphere, and research work is progressing rapidly.

Therefore, future missile technology will undergo rapid iteration; even the DF-21D can be sold to Saudi Arabia or Persia, and even the technology is negotiable.

After all, they believe that little brother Persia will definitely give the Eagle Nation's aircraft carriers some small surprises. If the aircraft carrier is really sunk, wouldn't the Middle East be in utter chaos?

"Hiss..." Both ambassadors gasped.

The promises Da Xia offered were too tempting. No matter how deep the hatred, what did it matter in the face of profit?

When the biggest competitors turn into partners, the two sides can even put on a 'sweetheart' show.

"Public reconciliation is probably not possible." Persian Ambassador Hassan pondered for a long time: "But I think private reconciliation can be discussed; the details require the supreme leader's decision."

Abdul then added: "I believe the Crown Prince is also willing to maintain a private understanding with Persia."

If they were to directly announce reconciliation, wouldn't the Eagle Nation go completely insane? If this resulted in a grand reconciliation in the Middle East, wouldn't its 'father' Israel be just waiting to be finished?

"This is also what our Da Xia hopes to see." Zhang Yuli smiled and shook hands with the two ambassadors.

It's not yet time to show their hand; Da Xia also needs time to continue developing its economic scale before it can contend with the Eagle Nation.

Now is the time to accumulate strength; they need to wait until the Eagle Nation, this giant, is at its weakest, to deliver that heavy, fatal blow.

To make this so-called 'hegemonic' empire collapse in the dust of history.

The next day.

Eagle Nation, Livermore.

Around eight in the morning, a middle-aged man dressed like a typical old white guy quietly walked through the small town.

He was Lu Ze, using the Glamour Mask. After having a delicious dinner with Lucy at home last night.

He wasn't in a hurry to send the C-5M technology to Da Xia; instead, he decided to come and check on the 'Texas tough guys' first.

It was still in front of that pizza shop.

The two black and white demons had already started work early, chewing on their employee meal, which was a leftover pizza from last night.

Chewing on the hardened bread base in his mouth, Parker swallowed with difficulty: "Why does our store have a rule against adding pineapple and durian to pizza?"

He didn't like durian, so that was fine, but without pineapple, did pizza even have a soul?

If not, Parker thought he could add a little mango and strawberry.

"It's said that before, a customer once put an entire pineapple on a pizza and ate it in the store."

Buller continued expressionlessly: "It scared our Italian chef so much that he went home and recited the Bible all night, which is why we have this rule."

Hearing this.

Parker took a sip of water and murmured to himself: "Actually, my family was quite wealthy when I was a child, so why did I end up like this today?"

This pizza, left overnight, was incredibly unpalatable. Why had he fallen to such a state?

After speaking, Parker took out a photo, a family portrait taken in New York when he was a child with his parents. The people in it, if not 'resplendent with jewels,' at least looked like part of the elite class.

Unfortunately, now only he remains, alone and down on his luck in the world.

Here in the Eagle Nation, people get rich every day, and equally, people lose everything every day. This time, it unluckily happened to him.

All these changes came too quickly. So quickly that if Parker wasn't inherently a resilient optimist, he would have long ago followed his parents in suicide.

After hearing this account.

Buller glanced at it and nodded: "This photo is indeed real; it seems you weren't lying."

He saw two now-defunct buildings in the background of the photo, which absolutely couldn't be faked.

"Because 'capital' devours people." Buller then gave his answer.

He used to think that losing everything overnight was merely due to human greed.

But after reading so many books, he finally understood this truth.

Capital is always a game of big fish eating small fish.

The Third World countries that have fallen behind it, and the billions of impoverished people, merely serve to 'praise' their great achievements.

Just then, 'Lu Ze,' who had been observing from the side, walked over and smiled: "It seems you've read most of the books I gave you..."

Looking at the 'strange middle-aged white man' in front of him, Buller's eyes were filled with determination: "Sir, I understand!"

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