Chapter 1,369 Paying for the Backwardness

After the first day of the exhibition, two European-looking men, surrounded by a group of black suits, walked towards the presidential suite on the top floor of Ocean Heart.

"What I am most satisfied with in this heart of the ocean is the presidential suite in the five-star hotel on the top floor." Walking on the road, the slightly older Italian in a blue suit looked to the side and looked slightly younger. The Europeans talked eloquently, "I bet that it is the most wonderful viewing position in the entire Coro City. You can overlook the night view of Coro City from the front, and you can overlook the entire heart of the ocean from behind. If it were not for people traveling in the future, I don’t plan to sell it, I really want to spend money to buy it and add it to my collection list. In my opinion, it is not a building, but a work of art.”

The Italian's name is Matteo Montorio, who is the president of the Italian company Finmeccanica. Although Italy is known as the "Italian" teammate, the Finmeccanica company is not stupid at all.

The total output value of Finmeccanica Group accounts for 70% of the total output value of the Italian defense industry. It directly or indirectly holds 121 companies, and also holds a small proportion of shares in 128 companies. In the fields of aerospace, national defense and security, it is the world's largest One of the top ten companies, ranking second in Europe, second only to the British BAE Systems Company, the "sea, land and air amphibious supremacy" that was not present. Even if it breaks out of the military industry field where it is located, it is an out-and-out behemoth.

As for another young European named Nicola. Compared to the Mateo next to him, he is just a small figure, but he represents the Italian military, so he can walk side by side with Mateo here.

Listening to Mateo talking about the design of the Heart of the Ocean, Nicola couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he is an Italian, it is obvious that he has no artistic ability at all, and he cannot talk to Mateo who has been influenced by the upper class society at all, not to mention that his mind is not at all on it now.

Ever since Mateo's assistant put an order worth S$5 billion into his briefcase, he has been wondering about this.

"Sickle drones...why would he sell these drones to us so generously? We are NATO's long-term partners. I don't believe Jiang Chen can't see this. He has a ghost agent in his hand. This card." Taking advantage of Mateo's comment on the wonderful design of Heart of the Ocean, Nicola immediately seized the opportunity to ask.

Mateo was not surprised by Nicola's question. The old gentleman from Italy just smiled and answered his confusion politely.

"It's easy to understand, because what they sell to us is a emasculated version. Even if these weapons are taken away by NATO and used on them, they will not feel too much pressure. This is their self-confidence."

"Then why-"

"Then why do we have to pay for their weapons?

Mateo looked sideways at Nicola, smiled and said, "That's what you want to ask, right?" "

Swallowing, Nicola nodded with difficulty.

On behalf of the Italian military, he purchased 2,000 sickle-type drones, 2,000 "military sales" S1 exoskeletons, and S1 assault rifles matching the exoskeleton from Futureman Military Industry. As for the reason, it was very simple. The holographic image was so shocking that he couldn't find a reason not to package it and pay.

However, now Mateo told him that what he bought were all castrated and defective products, which made him slightly unacceptable. After all, he signed these orders, and he will be responsible for any problems in the future.

"If you can't find a reason, I can find one for you." Mateo smiled slightly. Although the limelight was completely stolen by Future People and Military Industry on the first day, his face was not at all depressed. He said calmly, "In order to equal their advantage, we must take their weapons home and study them. Remember, I am not paying for their arms, but for our backwardness."

Mateo's statement made Nicola a little more accepting, but when he heard the harsh word "backward", he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Actually, you don't have to be too depressed." As if he saw what his temporary partner was thinking, Mateo patted Nicola on the shoulder and said with a smile, "After all, the drone is not ours. The home field is the fighter jets and engines. Watch carefully, our performance will not officially begin until the third day."

Nicola was slightly stunned.

Suddenly, a rumor came to his mind.

With a huge shock in his heart, Nicola cast an unbelievable look on Mateo.

"You mean...could it be!"

"Looking at your expression, I think you probably guessed it, and my answer is correct."

After throwing away this interesting line, Mateo walked towards the end of the corridor with a smile on his face.

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On the other side, Chemezov, who left the exhibition venue, got into the car waiting for him.

Although the organizer arranged a room for him, he did not choose the Heart of the Ocean as his hotel. Instead, he booked the hotel in a five-star hotel not far from the Heart of the Ocean. Another Slav followed him into the car and sat next to him.

"What do you think of today's defense exhibition?"

When asked this question, Chemezov grinned and asked a question.

"He is your old boss's son-in-law. Can't you see it more clearly than me?"

"Don't talk about these things, I want to know your opinion." Zanaev said with a serious face.

Chemezov grinned and said without any hesitation.

"This defense exhibition has become a one-stop show for the future military industry, and it is likely to be the same in the next few days."

"As expected?" Zanaev raised his eyebrows.

"Of course." He crossed his legs on his knees and took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms. At the same time, he gestured to the driver in the front seat to indicate that he could drive.

"What do you think their purpose is?" Zanaev asked.

"I noticed that the list of exhibitors includes Airbus of the Netherlands and Finmeccanica of Italy. The strength of these two military industry companies can basically represent the top quality of European military industry companies, especially in the aerospace field." Lighting the ashes in the ashtray, Chemezov said, "They are probably planning to use this defense exhibition as an opportunity to put pressure on NATO countries. We can just watch the show. There is no need to act too conspicuous."

"Watching a show? We all hope you can sell a few more S400s," Zanaev said. "The economic situation this year is not optimistic. We need foreign exchange, very much."

"Don't worry," Chemezov said with a grin, his shrewd look flashing away, "There is a high probability that the military industry in the future will not launch anti-aircraft missiles. Their starting point is too high, and there is a high probability that they have not figured out how to castrate themselves. Technology."

Having said this, Chemezov paused for a moment and then continued.

"And the most important thing is that I have a hunch that Finmeccanica Group will definitely compete with the Future Military Industry for arms sales orders in their home field of aerospace."

"Do you think it's possible for them to win?" Zanaev asked rhetorically.

"I don't know, but I know one thing, no matter who among them wins, our anti-aircraft missiles will be sold for it."