Chapter 157

This really isn't something Qin Miao just made up; in later generations, the Eastern M-series missiles have four models, namely M7, M9, M11, and M18, with ranges of two hundred, six hundred, three hundred and one thousand kilometers respectively, which also seem to have no pattern, all just as one pleases.

The M7 is actually a deep modification of the Red Flag-2, raising its range to two hundred kilometers; now, our side's modified Red Flag-2 is naturally called M-7. As for the Dongfeng-3, it has the longest range and matches M-18 best. How do I know you'll associate 18 with needing to launch?

Just after the New Year, I gave you a few auspicious New Year's greetings, yet you still look down on them? Both… cough, cough, fine, you all treat money like dirt.

Capital, a certain office.

"Eh, Miao Miao, you're back?" Zhang Wanhe saw his daughter suddenly appear in the office, that was exciting, he immediately stood up: "Well, it's fine; before you left, I had told Qin Miao that if you lose a single hair, I'll have to settle the score with him!"

"Dad! San Shui is your son-in-law, a son-in-law is half a son! By speaking like this, aren't you hurting the heart of your half-son?"

Zhang Wanhe stared, feeling a chill in his heart, his little cotton-padded jacket had turned into rags, and all day he spoke toward Qin Miao……

"Dad, this time we went out and brought in a big sum of business for the country, which could multiply our foreign exchange several times over, but…… the risk is somewhat large, you…… if you're convenient, then help out; if not, forget it."

Zhang Wanhe widened his eyes: "You say, what business?"

"Someone Sha has taken a liking to the Dongfeng-3 and wants……"

"What? How could that be possible! You guys, this isn't just messing around, is it?" Zhang Wanhe paced anxiously back and forth on the floor.

"Some things relate to national defense security and cannot be sold; your behavior like this will bring many troubles, especially that little He incident, which has already caused Old He to fall out with us, and he will surely use this matter to make an issue……"

Zhang Wanhe became anxious.

"Right, where did San Shui go? What place did he go to? Call him over; this matter must not be rushed, we need to discuss it slowly……"

"He went to the Space Institute."

What?

Zhang Wanhe furrowed his brow, strode toward the desk, needing to make a phone call……

Just as his hand was about to pick up the phone, the telephone on the other end suddenly rang.

"Hello. What? Okay, okay, I understand."

"Dad…… what's going on?"

"Superiors have called an emergency meeting concerning a major international export project; needless to say, it's the one you guys came up with…… You guys, couldn't you first discuss it with me from now on?"

"Dad, there are still some things that you need to know……"

"Come out with me, we'll talk in the car!"

Zhongnanhai, a certain conference room.

"Old Zhang, you've finally come! Your son-in-law is truly formidable! So, for this meeting we specially invited you to participate, and also to follow along and consult." Old Zhang, the head of military industry, greeted with a smile.

"Hmm, thank you, Old Zhang, for your trust."

Zhang Wanhe's expression was complex; actually, he wasn't qualified to attend a meeting of this level, but because they were discussing Qin Miao's project, they let him come, which amounts to…… him basking in his son-in-law's glory?

But…… when he glanced at a figure in the conference room, he felt some worry again; this time, Old He will surely oppose, right?

"Good, everyone's here; first, please Old Huang of the Space Institute to introduce this cooperation to everyone."

Old Huang knew Qin Miao best, so he was the one to give the introduction.

As for Qin Miao…… his rank really isn't high enough; this kind of meeting, he can't attend, he'll just wait for notification.

"Everyone, Comrade Qin Miao has this time solved a major problem for our aerospace department!" Old Huang, face full of excitement: "This will be a business worth several billion dollars! Our Dongfeng-3 missiles will be sold at a price of one hundred million dollars each……"

Zhang Wanhe felt somewhat unsettled in his heart, his gaze occasionally flicking to He Panshan; this guy can keep his composure, not opposing right away, but from his demeanor you can tell he's looking for loopholes; when he speaks later, it will definitely be earth-shattering.

It's also a coincidence that after he was transferred to the Capital, he happened to enter the Seventh Machinery Bureau; although not a departmental decision-making leader, he was nevertheless valued by the bureau leadership and put in charge of setting up the foreign trade organization—this business just happened to fall under his jurisdiction.

Actually, if he supported it, it would be most beneficial to the aerospace department; looking at these old comrades, they're all excited, hoping to approve the export, which would make money, but…… Zhang Wanhe knows He Panshan's nature—he must repay grudges—so he will surely oppose this matter to vent his anger on his son.

The leaders present had varied expressions; some frowned in thought, some beamed with smiles, some had stern faces……

Old Huang introduced for over twenty minutes, covering all kinds of issues; Zhang Wanhe listened, his face gradually relaxing; he had thought San Shui was just messing around, but unexpectedly, all the issues had been considered thoroughly—this promotion is entirely feasible.

Besides the price being his guess, but…… Zhang Wanhe believes that since Qin Miao said that price, it will definitely be achievable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've finished my introduction."

"Hmm, Old Huang, you may step down; Old He, please share your opinion." Old Zhang began calling names.

He Panshan stood up: "I think this business cannot be done!"

"Why?"

First, just changing the name doesn't mean outsiders won't know; paper can't contain fire. Sooner or later, the true model of the missile in Someone Sha's hands will be known to the outside world—what does a range of three hundred, error of one thousand mean? Is that meaningful? Isn't this self-deception? If we cover our ears, will we not hear the bell's sound? When the news spreads one day, our Eastern reputation will be swept away internationally!

He Panshan's words were shocking and awakening.

"Second, let's look at the price: one hundred million dollars per missile—are our missiles really worth that much? I always feel that if we let Someone Sha accept this price, it definitely won't be the Dongfeng-3, but rather the warhead on the Dongfeng-3!"

Zhang Wanhe furrowed his brow; He Panshan, after all these years, indeed still has some insight; his suggestions are all quite constructive.

"Finally, we know Someone Sha has good relations with the West; if this batch of Dongfeng-3 missiles goes to them, will they let the West dismantle and study them? Although this missile is already outdated, wanting it to be completely replaced by Giant Wave-1 will probably still take many years……"

"I don't know why Comrade Qin Miao is pushing this cooperation, whether he's gained some benefits…… I'm merely stating my own position, just putting forth these ideas……"

After He Panshan finished speaking, he sat down with a solemn expression; everything was done in a by-the-book manner, openly giving Qin Miao an eye drop.

Old Zhang looked toward Zhang Wanhe: "Old Zhang, share your opinion."

"I just have one question: according to Old He's view, what else can our aerospace department sell?"