Chapter 625 Reasonable Suggestions! (Second Update!)

After saying his request, Vladic lowered his head slightly and looked at Lin Yu cautiously with the corner of his eyes.

However, he did not see the solemnity on the other person's face, but only saw casualness, as if this was not a big deal, or, for the current China, it was not a problem to solve their troubles.

Instead, he himself became very uneasy and solemn in his heart.

At this moment, Vladic saw the young man opposite slowly raise two fingers, and then he explained in the puzzled eyes of everyone:

"Your demand is very good, and it is easy to solve it."

"We have hypersonic missiles with a range of up to 3,000 kilometers, which can easily solve any target."

"However, such a high range is unnecessary for you."

"A range of 2,000 kilometers is enough for you to hit England and attack Israel with missiles."

"Then we just need to load the propellant to 2,000 kilometers, and change the remaining space weight into explosives to increase the power."

"Then, you can pinch the balls."

While speaking, Lin Yu raised his right hand and gestured.

And watching his action, Vladic slowly came back to his senses, imitated his action, raised his right hand, and pinched it hard.

As for who Lin Yu was talking about, everyone knew it tacitly, and there was no need to say it.

Then, he raised his right hand and grasped it a few more times. Maybe this action was too vulgar, or maybe this action was too funny, he couldn't help but laughed.

The more he laughed, the more perverted he became.

And Lin Yu's suggestion sounded again in his perverted laughter:

"The maintenance of a hypersonic missile with a range of 2,000 kilometers is very professional, which is troublesome for you."

"Therefore, I personally suggest that you take some of the 2,000-kilometer ones, and the rest of the missiles with a range of 1,000 kilometers."

"In addition, get more air defense missiles."

"In this way, you will have the ability to defend and counterattack, and you will not be suppressed by others."

"Especially the countries around you, with enough threats, the next time the EU discusses you, they will also weigh it and will not cast their own votes too hastily."

"What do you think?"

After the last gentle words were asked, Vladic's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears were uncontrollable in the next second, pouring out like a flood.

He bent down, covered his face with his hands, and cried loudly.

This feeling was like a child who had left home and finally found his home.

He was sobbing and crying loudly.

Perhaps he felt that his appearance was not suitable for others to see, so he choked a little, then forced himself to stop, slowly raised his head, took out a tissue from the inner pocket of his clothes, and quickly tidied himself.

While tidying up, he apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Lin, I made you laugh."

"I can understand that I can't help but feel emotional." Lin Yu nodded slightly, turned around and took a pack of tissues from the table next to him, threw it in front of Vladic, and spoke again:

"In addition to what I said just now, I have some personal words, and I would like to ask Mr. Vladic to pass them on to the president of your country."

"Those words are that we will always remember Mr. Josep's righteous words back then. We can understand that you are wavering for survival, but you must remember where you came from and your original intention."

It was still a gentle voice, but after the words fell this time, Vladic could no longer control his emotions, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears.

The two people next to him, Matic, also began to have tears in their eyes, but one Vladic was crying loudly, and they couldn't cry either, so they could only hold back their tears and force themselves to hold them back.

As for Lin Yu, who was standing opposite, he did not continue to speak after seeing the expressions of the others. Instead, he stood up and left the meeting room to get the relevant materials.

A few minutes later, he returned to the meeting room with some more promotional materials for selling equipment.

After handing the promotional materials to Vladic and others, he sat back down opposite, took the promotional materials calmly, and began to explain:

"The order I received is to give you a 50% discount on your equipment, and it is at cost price."

"According to the materials you provided, you probably need 20 hypersonic missiles, half of which are 2,000 kilometers, and the remaining half are 1,000 kilometers."

"Then there is the air defense system. Roughly estimated, you need at least 10 sets."

"Therefore, the total price of 20 hypersonic missiles is 1.5 billion US dollars, and the total price of 10 sets of air defense missiles is 500 million US dollars."

"Five more discounts, that is, 1 billion US dollars."

"This price is top secret information. As the buyer, you must ensure that this price will not be leaked."

"If Mr. Vladic thinks there is no problem, we can move to the next stage of looking at the contract."

The materials in Lin Yu's hand were gently pushed in front of Vladic as he spoke.

The desktop is very smooth, and the speed at which the materials slide over is very uniform and silky.

Looking at the document that was slid in front of him, Vladich felt a sense of astonishment for no reason. He felt as if he was still in a dream. Only in dreams could there be such a beautiful picture.

20 hypersonic missiles only cost $1.5 billion, and ten sets of air defense missiles only cost $500 million.

And on the basis of this price, there is a half discount.

this……

This is not a purchase, this is a free gift!

At this moment, he cried louder.

The intermittent crying made Koschi and Matic next to them couldn't help but want to curse. They wanted to say something, brother, show off the momentum of a 1.8-meter-strong man, stand up properly, and speak properly.

How can you cry so easily?

Although he also wanted to cry, a man would not shed tears easily. If he wanted to cry, he had to go home, go back to bed, cover himself with the quilt and cry.

The two of them kept calming down and trying to persuade Vladic. Finally, they stopped his crying. Then they picked up the materials and read the relevant terms carefully.

[Party B is responsible for the transportation of goods, and Party A can coordinate and cooperate. 】

When their eyes fell on the transportation terms, several of them became numb again.

If nothing else, it’s because Serbia is a landlocked country.

As for relations with several surrounding countries, I can only say that they are pretty good.

But that was based on the premise of peace. Now we need to transport missiles back from other people's places, which is a bit troublesome.

What happened in Albania and Kosovo was due to this guy's handiwork.

Montenegro and Serbia are divorcing. Although they have not received the divorce certificate yet, missiles are passing through their territory. Unless they are mentally ill, they will not agree to this matter.

Bosnia and Herzegovina, it is possible, would agree.

Croatia may also agree, but there is a high probability that it will be opposed by Europe. Driven by interests, they should pull and fight for their own interests. The possibility of agreeing is very high, but also very low.

So damn annoying! But time waits for no one. Once you pass this village, you won’t have this price.

Even if these countries do not agree, the contract must be negotiated as soon as possible and the goods can be obtained. The transportation issue can be discussed later and slowly.

It really doesn't work...

Suddenly, Vladic's eyes lit up, and he thought of a country. If this country was brought in, transportation would no longer be a problem.

But before that, you need to seek the consent of the person opposite.

After pondering for a moment, Vladic boldly expressed his thoughts to the person opposite: "Mr. Lin Yu, regarding transportation, I would like to coordinate with Russia and borrow Russian transport planes to help transport equipment. Is that okay?"

Hearing this genius idea, Lin Yu couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the person opposite.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being born from the powder keg of the Balkan Peninsula. He is simply a natural expert in maneuvering and swinging.

Withdrawing his thumb, he calmly replied: "We can allow Russian military transport planes to land at the airport, but how to get Russia to agree is your business."

"As for the route back, you decide for yourself, we will not interfere."

"If you agree, then we can sign the contract today, and then you can coordinate the work and move faster, and we can transport these missiles back before the year."

His decisive words made the people on the other side at a loss.

After being stunned for two seconds, Vladic quickly said: "Ah? So fast?"

"We have inventory. If you think it's slow, we can load it now." Lin Yu shrugged his shoulders and responded nonchalantly.

Looking at his casual movements, several people on the opposite side finally confirmed that they had indeed reached an agreement with the young man in front of them to cooperate.

Now you just need to sign the contract, make the payment, find a suitable shipping method, and they can take the goods away.

This kind of fast and efficient negotiation was the first time that the three of them, whose combined age was almost 200 years old, had seen this kind of negotiation.

Sure enough, there are differences between people!

After confirming that the negotiations had been concluded, Vladic and the others did not continue to fiddle around. They checked the contract as quickly as possible, confirmed that there were no messy clauses in it, turned around, and handed the contract documents to Lin Yu. Present your right hand:

"Mr. Lin, thank you for giving us this opportunity. Serbians will always remember your kindness."

Lin Yu took the document and threw it to the legal affairs department. At the same time, he waved his hand calmly: "No need, just live a good life on your own."

"Now that the contract is signed, you can quickly coordinate the transportation."

"I have something else to do here, so I'll excuse you."

Nodding to the person opposite, he slowly stood up, took calm steps, and disappeared into the conference room.

When I returned to the office, I opened the door and found that Dolby was already waiting in the office, carrying a kettle and watering the flowers on the windowsill.

Seeing Lin Yu walking into the room, he quickly put down the kettle, walked quickly to his desk, patted the documents on the desk, and explained:

"These documents are all materials for applying for the National Progress Award this year. Please take a look."

"If there is no problem, I will go back first."

Lin Yu's eyes slowly fell on the pile of documents following Dolby's words.

Compared with last year's hasty application, this year's application documents looked very formal and were specially bound.

There were a lot of documents, five piles in total, each pile was more than two feet high.

After staring for a while with his lips pursed, Lin Yu looked away, then fell on Dolby. The smile on his face faded and he said sadly:

"You can decide for yourself. If you fail to apply, I will deduct your salary."

Dulbi was anxious when he heard that his salary was going to be deducted.

His salary was very high, relatively high.

But he would save about one-third of his salary every month to buy weapons to support Palestine.

And the remaining two-thirds needed to be handed over to subsidize the family.

Therefore, the salary must not be deducted. Once it was deducted, he could imagine Yang Biao's rage at home.

That feeling was more terrifying than the Israeli missiles. Thinking of his wife's rage, Duerbi felt sore and weak all over, and his legs trembled without ambition.

The next second, he knelt down in front of Lin Yu with no ambition:

"Don't! Why do you talk about salary every day? I will take it back now and ask someone to review it quickly. It will definitely not delay the application time."

Watching his movements, Lin Yu stood beside him with his hands folded and said calmly:

"Today is January 11th. On January 15th, I will go to Yanjing to do some things and hold an annual meeting."

"February 9th is the New Year. You can discuss the time yourself. By the way, you can go back and arrange it later. Tomorrow I will take those Serbians to the workshop to take some publicity photos. You have to hurry up and hide what you should hide and show what you want others to see."

Hearing that there was a new arrangement, Dolby quickly got up from the ground, his body stood straight in the next second, and shouted: "I guarantee to complete the task."

After making the promise, he turned around and started moving the documents on the table.

A busy day passed quickly. Early the next morning, after breakfast, Lin Yu took Vladic and others into the production workshop under the production department.

Started shooting publicity pictures.

"Mr. Vladich, this is our missile production workshop. To ensure accuracy, our missiles are all handmade."

"The workers who produce these missiles are all eighth-level fitters. Their fingers can easily feel the difference of a few threads."

"It is precisely because of this that our missiles can be invincible and can hit wherever they are pointed."

"Look, this is our power engineer. He can tell whether there is electricity in the distribution box by just touching it!"

Listening to Lin Yu's explanation, Vladich turned his head with a black face and looked at the man who was busy in front of the power box.

The other person was wearing a blue work suit and a blue safety helmet. There were two huge words on his chest and back.

Electrician.

But his movements were completely different from those of an electrician. It could even be said that they were all illegal operations.

Because no electrician would push the switch with his left hand and hold the cable connection screw under the switch with his right hand, and still sway left and right.

However, this looked like a lunatic.

Vladich turned slowly and cast a puzzled look at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu touched his nose naturally and explained, "Don't worry, Mr. Vladich. The voltage in our country is 220 volts. A 220 volt voltage won't kill an electrician with a voltage of 250 volts."