Munitions Empire-Chapter 947 - 870 sells butcher

Chapter 947: 870 sells butcher Chapter 947: 870 sells butcher The Zero Fighter, in general, had decent performance, but unfortunately, it was considered bad luck for Tang Mo—anyone who fancied this type of jet was probably targeted by one of the world’s leading superpowers in the future.

The ME-109 and the Spitfire Fighter did not have anything special; however, the improved models of these two jets were quite impressive, and purchasing them did demand a price.

Besides the Spitfire and ME-109, age-old rivals, there were, of course, the Soviet Yak and MiG series, which were nice post-World War II model jets and very advanced.

Additionally, there was the legendary P-51 ultimate version, which, like the likes of the TA-152, represented the pinnacle of piston propeller-driven fighters.

Both jets could exceed speeds of 700 kilometers per hour and even had the chance to outperform jet fighters in the hands of experienced pilots.

On the Earth’s plane, Japan also had the mythic Shiden and Shinden fighters, reputed to perform well, though that remained purely legend.

It was rumored that the Shinden was also highly unstable on the ground, with several wheels assembled from parts of other aircraft; its quality was just numbers boasted by the designer.

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Ultimately, all these fighters could be manufactured by Great Tang Empire, as long as you didn’t mind the price, Tang Mo could sell them.

“The Suthers Empire isn’t wealthy,” a representative of the Suthers Empire mulled for a while before continuing negotiations, “but we still hope to acquire an excellent fighter jet to defend against invasions from other countries…”

His goal was explicit—to spend the minimum money possible to acquire better fighters: not necessarily better than what Tang Country used themselves, just better than what neighboring counties used.

In truth, his insistent narrative of the Suthers Empire being poor was somewhat reserved—Suthers had recently discovered a gold mine, which had lent them a bit more boldness in spending.

This was also why they were so eager to purchase fighters: they wanted to take advantage of their relatively affluent phase to build a decent military.

“Truly, I’ve heard of a Fighter 405 design which would suit the Suthers Empire perfectly—it offers great performance at a fair price, and it is indeed very affordable,” asserted the Tang Group’s salesman, offering what he thought was an appropriate solution.

People already showed their sincerity by offering 5000 Gold Coins per jet, and it clearly wasn’t honorable to deceive them with something as obsolete as Japan’s Type 97 fighter. But the Hurricane Fighter was too expensive, so either the 405 or adding a bit more for the 406 was the best choice for Suthers.

Though the Hurricane was not fully metal-skinned, the Brits’ technology from the early World War II was still impressive, and naturally, their aircraft were somewhat more advanced and useful than those from France.

Hearing the Tang Group salesman speak, the Suthers representative responsible for purchasing the fighters inquired about the specific details about the 405 Fighter.

Upon learning that, if necessary, they could directly purchase the technology and pay a portion of the funds to organize their own production, the representative from Suthers was even more satisfied.

For a country with limited funds like theirs, it indeed was extremely cost-effective: they could save a lot of money purchasing the jets and also support many workers through their production.

“Then, thank you for your generosity,” expressed the Suthers representative, raising his glass in genuine gratitude.

The Tang Group salesman was unhesitant, also raised his glass, and finished it in one gulp, “Then we’ll wait for your good news, and once this deal is settled, we won’t have to run around anymore this year.”

“Indeed, that’s right … My lord, about the cost you just mentioned,” after expressing his willingness to cooperate, the Suthers representative extended a finger, once again verifying the benefits he could receive.

“Don’t worry! The usual rules! Nothing changes on your end, and nothing changes on mine! Here’s to a pleasant cooperation!” chuckled the salesman from the Tang Group, dismissing the query with disdain.

The Tang Group had never had any incident of exposure for accepting or refusing bribes; they really had a stellar reputation in the industry, without any problems.

That is why many people liked doing business with the Tang Group: their integrity was excellent, especially when it came to giving kickbacks—if they said they would give, they truly did.

At another dinner table in another country, Elf beauties were massaging the shoulders of a salesman from the Tang Group.

Doing business in such places was more comfortable than in the Ice Cold Empire, partly because the climate was nicer, and partly because the women here were a hundred thousand times better looking than Dwarf matrons.

With his arms wrapped around soft waists, the salesman caught food fed to him by an Elf beauty with his mouth and took advantage to brush his cheek against her bosom.

His actions elicited a hearty laugh from Duke Leibert, who was sitting opposite him, “You truly are an interesting man, sir!”

“Socializing is part of my job, and the company pays me for it,” explained the salesman from the Great Tang Empire with a smile, “but only if I can convince you, Your Grace, to willingly spend your money to purchase our company’s products.”

“Ha ha ha ha! Well said! If your products are good enough, I will certainly convince His Majesty The Emperor to pay,” Duke Leibert had always been well-respected within the Poplar Empire, not only for his accomplishments in expanding territories but also because he had a remarkable son.

Even though everyone knew that Duke Leibert’s son, John, had practically no affiliation with the Poplar Empire anymore, who could be sure about such things?

John was one of the key ministers of the Great Tang Empire, which also added to Duke Leibert’s stature. His arrangements to send John back to Brunas had already taken effect.

Thus, when interacting with some officials from the Great Tang Empire, they often showed him considerable respect, which made him the “most valuable diplomat” of the Poplar Empire.

“As you know, our Empire needs a large number of fighter jets, and these planes must meet our requirements…” Duke Leibert, after laughing, opened the dialogue, “This time, we hope that you can supply us with new fighter jets that will satisfy us.”

“Butcher? The version used exclusively by the Great Tang Empire Air Force, how about that? As long as you can afford it… The ban has been relaxed, and you can have the best fighter jets in the world,” offered the salesman from the Great Tang Group generously.

“The ban has been relaxed? That’s indeed good news. Butcher… fighter jet… how much are we talking?” Duke Leibert cautiously broached the subject that concerned him the most.

“14,000 Gold Coins each!” The salesperson quoted a figure that was painfully high.

Sure enough, upon hearing this number, Duke Leibert’s eyelid twitched, and he almost dropped his cutlery on the table.

Clearly, the Poplar Empire couldn’t accept this price: it was simply too expensive, even for Poplar Empire, which had decent revenue from maritime trade.

However, they were not open to any alternative solutions because the Poplar Empire felt that they should not go astray in their choice of active service fighter jets any longer.

Previous purchases had imparted some experience upon the Poplar Empire: nearly all the weaponry and equipment sold by the Great Tang Empire were ones they had never deployed themselves.

These pieces of military equipment were either outdated or not very efficient in combat: The Poplar Empire had previously bought Brunas’s airships and later a large number of Camel Fighter Jets, all of which served as hard lessons.

Therefore, before this purchase, both Duke Leibert and Yangmu Yi, the Emperor of the Poplar Empire, were of the opinion that they should spare no expense to buy active service fighter jets, heavily used by the Great Tang Empire.

Thus, even though they knew the price given by the Great Tang Empire was steep, they did not back away; after being shocked awhile, Duke Leibert clenched his teeth and eventually spoke, “Could you, perhaps, offer a lower price?”

“The price can indeed be discussed. 13,900 Gold Coins, what do you think?” The salesperson was indeed experienced, making a small cut as a token.

Duke Leibert didn’t hold back either, proposing a price he found acceptable, “How about this then, 10,000 Gold Coins! That’s my final offer!”

The salesperson shook his head, then stated what he thought was a fair price, “13,800 Gold Coins! I can’t go any lower.”

Hearing this style of bargaining, Duke Leibert realized the salesperson was firm on the price, so he also compromised a step, “13,000! If you don’t agree, I’m not buying.”

“13,500! If you don’t buy, there’s nothing more I can do! Your Grace, this is the price, and you can ask around. It simply cannot go lower,” the salesperson from the Great Tang Group emphatically assured.

In fact, there was a lower price because Chu Country was purchasing Butcher Fighter Jets for 8,000 Gold Coins each, but that was the most favored treatment for a vassal state, not available to other countries.

Of course, you could enjoy the same if, like Chu Country, you were willing to bow down and call the Great Tang Empire ‘father’. Unfortunately, up until now, other than Chu Country, there had not been another nation willing to so disgrace itself.

Frankly, had not Chu Country been thoroughly defeated and had its capital moved, they wouldn’t want to be kneeling and calling someone else ‘father’…

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“…” After thinking it over, Duke Leibert raised a fingertip, gesturing at an inconspicuous angle.

This was him asking for a kickback, and the salesman from the Great Tang Group didn’t hesitate, giving a barely noticeable nod, agreeing to the standard of the kickback.

100 Gold Coins per jet, 100 jets making up 10,000! By purchasing 500 jets, they would gain a tidy profit of 50,000, which significantly improved Duke Leibert’s mood after the meal.