London Square Building.

This was actually a club during World War II. It was close to the Tower Bridge and the Thames River. This generation was an important place for government departments. The square building was later destroyed after the war. So at this point, a three-story building was built. The important meeting of the military and the rumor of the famous "Fox Ranch Project" were also discussed here.

Of course, all this has become history.

Today, the Plaza House welcomes his new wave of guests.

Tang Dao got out of the car and walked into the building side by side with Harlow. In order to prevent some accidents, their welcome ceremony was not at the door, but in the lobby inside. The dark yellow ceiling set off a trace of royal nobility, But the air was filled with the aura of gangsters. As soon as he walked in, his eyes were pulled away by the tall and thin officer in the middle.

John Feldhouse!

The commander of the task force of the Falklands War, who was promoted to lieutenant general after the war, can be regarded as a senior military officer, because there are a few commanders who have experienced wars after World War II. The future is still promising, and there are even It is rumored that he will be in power in the future. Of course, such rumors are not very credible.

But for him to organize this meeting, John Bull is quite formal.

Except for him, everyone else was the main leader of each department. Tang Dao also shook hands one by one. On the surface, the work seemed to be friendly to each other, and the occasional laughter made the first meeting between the two parties go smoothly.

The meeting room in the square building is a round table. Tang Dao found his place, right next to Fiddlehouse. It's the same everywhere. The old woman's foot wraps are smelly and long. Tang Dao is very unhappy about this. He stipulates that the company's internal meetings should not exceed half an hour, and if there is a fart, hurry up. If it is an important meeting, it generally does not exceed two hours. half an hour.

Long meetings serve no purpose at all, other than killing time.

It has been more than half an hour since Fiddlehouse finished speaking, Tang Dao just smiled politely and applauded.

"Mr. Nicholas, do you have anything to say?" Fiddlehouse said politely, and Tang Dao spread his hands, "I don't, I think we can get straight to business." He almost said that the other party was wasting time, for In the overall situation, Tang Dao refrained from taunting BUFF, sat up straight, and put his hands on the table.

Fiddlehouse nodded slightly, glanced at the other members before speaking, "If you don't have anyone to speak, then we'll talk about business." This sentence always sounds weird, but it's hard to say why Tang Dao is so strange, anyway As long as it's down to business, it's easy to handle.

"I don't understand that, let Mr. Collip."

Fiddlehouse pointed to a bald man beside him. The latter stood up and nodded politely towards Tang Dao and the others. The little angel said into Tang Dao's ear, "This is Colip Desen, The person in charge of the British special equipment department is also an expert in the military industry, and he has deep decision-making power over our plan."

There must always be experts in this delegation, and Klip is that kind of person.

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas." Colip was very polite, and Tang Dao hurriedly replied, and then he said, "We know that your company is active in Africa..." He paused, and then used a word, "Intermediary (intermediary!

Is this mocking the savior company as a second-rate dealer?

Tang Dao had already sensed it. He squinted his eyes, crossed his hands on his chest, and continued to watch Kelip perform.

"But what we need is advanced concepts. You can't come up with qualified products. How can we trust you?" Colip looked at Tang Dao and motioned him to explain.

"You continue." Tang Dao stretched out his hand to let him continue.

Kelip apologized, "Maybe I'm not very polite, but I think your company is completely incapable of raising the quality of our military equipment and gaining an advantage in future competitions. The intermediary should do intermediary work, for example, We need blueprints for Soviet bombers, you can get them, don't you, Mister Nicholas."

It wasn't long before Mao Xiong died, so the word "before" was added.

It's just that Kelip's appetite, or the appetite of the whole John Bull, is too big. Tang Dao doesn't believe that there is no instigation behind it. Maybe this is the opinion of their parliament, maybe they want to do it themselves, anyway, You don't really intend to cooperate with the savior company, but you want to get some benefits and eat shit!

Of course Tang Dao can’t lift the table, it’s too LO, Figure 160, Backfire and Pirate Flag have no export history at all, these two are Mao Xiong’s strategic weapons, even if they are stupid and listen to Western words, they will be automatically destroyed The Ermao of Strategic Weapons didn't have the idea of ​​selling this weapon, what a joke. Although the pirate flag may be better than him, John Bull and Gallic Chicken may not be found here.

This is not allowed to sell!

The Savior Company has formulated a lot of rules and regulations since then, and Eagle Sauce will not allow them to sell them. Therefore, even if many forces have contacted him, it is impossible to buy a bomber of the pirate flag level.

The layout doesn't allow it, bro, I want to sell it too, I want to put money in my pocket too, but Ying Jiang is very fierce, when does this SB get sick, it doesn't matter who you are, you will beat it yourself.

Tang Dao refused very simply, "Impossible! This weapon will not be sold to the outside world. I'm sorry that you don't believe in the quality of our company. I haven't seen any achievements you have made in the past few decades~lightnovelpub.net~Future No longer will the sun never set, and it will be dark, gentlemen."

After he finished speaking, he got up and looked at his watch, "wasting my time." He actually took the little angel and others and left without giving any face.

Colip was still shouting from behind, "Mr. Nicholas, don't you think that you are showing contempt for a gentleman?"

"Idiots living in the past." Tang Dao stopped, and said something at the door, giving them a back view. Although the words were ugly, they were all politicians, and they didn't care at all, even Tang Dao's Responding that they had already thought of it, Fiddlehouse looked very calm, "It seems that Nicholas rejected our cooperation plan, and we will stop here for the first meeting, and I will go back and report."

"General, if we are like this, will he just leave London like this?"

"Have you ever seen a wild wolf who ran thousands of miles go back alone? He hasn't taken our piece of meat yet." Fiddlehouse looked at his speaking companion and said with a smile.

Attitude is attitude, cooperation is cooperation...

There is no conflict.