Chapter 476: National Team's Endgame, the Prince Starts with a Bang!

Early the next morning, Lu Qingshan arrived on time at the top‑floor office of the Xinghan Building.

He pushed open the door and immediately sensed an unusual aura.

The office was no longer just him; on the sofa in the reception area by the wall, three people were already seated. Bureau Chief Wang Shanghong was also there, personally refilling water for the three, keeping a very low posture.

At the head was an elderly man with graying hair, a perfectly straight back, dressed in a faded old military uniform, without any rank insignia on his shoulders, his eyes sharp as an eagle's. He sat silently, and the whole office's atmosphere seemed to freeze, carrying a iron‑blood scent as if surged from a sea of corpses and blood.

To his left sat a middle‑aged man wearing thick glasses, with a scholarly demeanor, looking more like a university professor. A heavily worn canvas bag rested on his knees, his fingers constantly rubbing its edge, his gaze filled with curiosity and focus on the unknown world.

At the far end was a man with a smile, appearing around forty, dressed in a proper Zhongshan suit. He exuded a special aura, both the elegance of a scholar and the shrewdness of a businessman, inscrutable at a glance.

Seeing Lu Qingshan enter, Wang Shanghong immediately stood and hurried to greet him.

Comrade Qingshan, let me introduce you, Wang Shanghong said, his face unable to hide his excitement. This is General Qian Weiguo of the Zongcan, this is Chief Engineer Ding Wenjiang of the Land and Mineral Department, and this is Assistant Chief Su Mingyuan; Assistant Chief Su is your colleague from the Ministry of Foreign Trade. The three of them, and the teams behind them, will be fully at your disposal starting today.

Lu Qingshan scanned the three, understanding instantly.

This is the National Team.

This is the Yitian Sword and the Tulong Blade that Old Chen and the top leaders sent him.

General Qian, Chief Engineer Ding, Assistant Chief Su, thank you for your hard work, Lu Qingshan said without extra pleasantries, walked behind the desk and sat down, gesturing for them to come over.

General Qian Weiguo's gaze burned like a torch, unabashedly scanning the young man up and down, as if trying to see three heads and six arms on him.

You're Director Lu Qingshan? General Qian's voice was loud, with the distinctive penetrating tone of a soldier. I heard Old Chen say you're planning to sell our weapons to the deserts of the Middle East and also get involved in Africa's civil wars?

It's not selling weapons, Lu Qingshan said, picking up the thick document that Wang Shanghong had sent earlier, and pushed it over. I'm selling a Solution. They're not buying tanks and cannons; they're buying a war they can win, and a future where they can sleep soundly.

The document was the weapons and equipment export list that Wang Shanghong had compiled overnight.

General Qian took the document, flipped only two pages, and his brows furrowed.

Type 59 Tank? Jian‑7 Fighter Jet? And these Type 63 Armored Vehicles? Comrade Qingshan, have you got it wrong? These are equipment we are preparing to phase out; compared with the current main battle gear of the US and Soviet forces, their performance falls far short! Trying to compete with F‑15s and T‑72s with these is no joke!

General Qian, may I ask you a question, Lu Qingshan said calmly, A Tiger Tank versus ten T‑34s on the Kursk steppe—who has the greater chance of winning?

General Qian was startled, then a remarkable light flashed in his eyes; he slapped his thigh hard. I get it! You're using quantity and reliability to counter their quality and complexity! Good kid, your mind doesn't resemble a businessman; it looks like that of our Zongcan!

The difference between the M4 Tank and the T‑34 lies in the engine. One uses a Gasoline Engine, the other a Diesel Engine. Gasoline engines are delicate and maintenance‑intensive, while Diesel engines are rugged, even able to run on kerosene or low‑grade diesel.

For a country like Saudi Arabia, rich to the point of dripping oil but with uneven soldier training, giving them an F‑15 and that flight manual thicker than the Oxford Dictionary would dazzle their pilots. But if you give them three Jian‑7s, telling them the aircraft are rugged, any mechanic with a hammer and wrench can fix them, and losing one isn't a loss—so which would they choose?

Moreover, Lu Qingshan smiled slightly, we're not just selling aircraft and tanks. We're selling the full Training Outline, Maintenance Manual, Logistics Support System, and can even include a One‑Stop Service to help them build a defense‑industry foundation. The Americans sell fish, the Soviets sell fishing nets, and we directly help them build the entire Fish Pond and teach them how to raise fish.

The office fell silent.

Chief Engineer Ding Wenjiang adjusted his glasses, excitement flashing in his eyes. Assistant Chief Su Mingyuan kept nodding, a appreciative smile on his face.

General Qian Weiguo stared at Lu Qingshan for a full half‑minute, then exhaled a long breath, and for the first time his stern face broke into a smile.

Great! What a perfect Fish Pond! I've spent my whole life in revolution, never thought a kid like you would teach me a lesson! Fine! We'll do exactly as you say! Whatever you need, the Zongcan will fully support! If you need instructors, I'll give you the best instructors in the entire army! If you need tactics, I'll have the people from the Strategic Research Office work overtime to write them for you!

Then let me thank General Qian first, Lu Qingshan smiled, turning to Ding Wenjiang, Chief Engineer Ding, you've also seen the data on Angola, right?

Ding Wenjiang immediately opened his treasured canvas bag, pulled out a hand‑drawn map densely annotated, and spread it on the table.

Seen it! My department's senior experts and I studied it all night, couldn't sleep! Ding Wenjiang pointed to several red‑circled spots on the map, his face flushed with excitement. Comrade Qingshan, this isn't just Angola; it's a Treasure Basin! Based on the geological surveys from our early assistance in building the Tanzan Railway, these regions likely contain world‑class Giant Diamond Mines and Rare Earth Mines! Also Uranium Mines! The diamond reserves exceed South Africa's Kimberley Mine by a large margin! And this coastal basin's oil reserves, conservatively estimated, are no worse than Saudi Arabia's!

If we can secure fifty years of mining rights… Ding Wenjiang's voice trembled, our country's resources for the next hundred years won't be a worry!

Lu Qingshan nodded, then finally looked at Su Mingyuan.

Assistant Chief Su, we'll be relying heavily on you for the negotiations.

Su Mingyuan smiled and waved his hand, Comrade Qingshan, you're too modest. You set the stage, I'll sing the opera. You've already sharpened the blade; we negotiators will slice the meat from the bone, piece by piece, cleanly.

In just a few words, a luxurious "Solution" team that integrates military, resources, and diplomacy officially took shape in this tiny office.

At that moment, Lu Qingshan's private phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID—it was Lin Yueqiang.

Hello, brother‑in‑law, what's up?

Brother‑in‑law! Something big happened! Lin Yueqiang's voice on the other end was frantic. I heard my sister that… the Prince of Saudi Arabia is coming? Is he bringing a ton of gold? Can our specialty market set up a golden showcase for him? I'll wrap our Shanwan village's rice noodles and canned goods in gold leaf! We'll definitely fetch a great price!

In the office, General Qian and Chief Engineer Ding's mouths twitched uncontrollably.

Wang Shanghong was both laughing and crying, wishing she could squeeze through a crack in the floor.

Lu Qingshan massaged his temples and said irritably into the phone, Keep selling your local specialties and stop daydreaming. Hang up!

After hanging up, he looked at the three national‑level experts before him, who were suppressing smiles, and helplessly spread his hands.

The relatives at home are unsophisticated; I've embarrassed you all.

General Qian waved his hand, the smile on his face finally breaking free: No embarrassment, no embarrassment! I see you, little brother‑in‑law, have a sharp economic mind! Wrapping rice noodles in gold leaf—why didn't we think of that?

The office erupted in light laughter, the previously tense and solemn atmosphere instantly eased.

After the laughter, Lu Qingshan composed himself; his finger traced the massive World Map, from the Capital City across the Middle East desert, finally landing heavily on the southwestern corner of Africa, the country called Angola.

Everyone, our first lesson starts right here.

His voice was low, yet it made everyone present feel a surge of hot blood.

They knew that a new world order led by Huaxia was about to unfold from this tiny office.