Coro International Airport.
Dragging a deep blue tail flame, a pitch-black aerospaceplane landed steadily on the runway of the airport. The hatch opened and the escalator descended. Yerif, the tycoon prince in a white robe, walked out of the hatch and opened his arms with a smile on his face.
"Haha, my dear Jiang Chen, your plane is amazing! I have never experienced such a fast trip! From Mecca to Coro City, it only took an hour in total. I almost thought my pilot misread the navigator … In short, it's unbelievable. I have never seen such a powerful plane! "
Yerif's excitement was at its peak.
Not only because he was an avid collector of private jets, but also because he was convinced that his father, who was also keen on collecting luxury jets, would smile at this birthday gift.
"Long-distance travel can better reflect the speed of the G100. If you fly from Mecca to North America, I believe you will be more surprised." Jiang Chen smiled and hugged him. After taking half a step back, he continued, "Welcome to Coro City."
From Mecca to Coro City, the G100 most likely flew through the middle layer of the atmosphere. If it was from Mecca to North America, the aerospaceplane would use low-Earth orbit and use the earth's rotation to shorten the travel time to the limit.
Based on the field test data of Future Heavy Industries, the time from Coro International Airport to Capital International Airport was also one hour. Reaching any point in the world within an hour was one of the selling points of the G100.
"I will definitely try it!" Yerif laughed.
On the other side of the airport, a white Airbus printed with the Russian tricolor flag and the Adamantine Antey Group logo also landed on the airport runway. The escalator descended, and a group of Russians in black suits walked down from the plane.
When the Slavic man saw the black Aerospace G100 parked on the other side of the airport, he turned his head slightly, pointed to the aerospaceplane, and whispered to the assistant holding a briefcase next to him.
"How much is that plane?"
The assistant hesitated for a moment and immediately answered.
"I'll go ask."
The Slavic man nodded, glanced at another private plane that was landing, and walked in the direction of the airport's special passage.
Adamant- Antey. This was a well-known name in Russia. Its predecessor was the Russian "Diamond" Scientific Production Joint Company and the "Antai" Group Industrial Company. After the merger in 2002, it became one of the top arms giants in Russia and the world. The S-300 and S-400 anti-aircraft missiles were its proudest works.
What was the background of the two companies before the merger? One was the "Diamond" Central Design Bureau, whose origins could be traced back to the First Special Design Bureau of the Soviet Union's Ministry of Weapons, which was established with Stalin's personal endorsement. The second was Aetna Industrial Corporation, which was also an industrial giant from the Soviet Union era.
In the wave of privatization in the 1990s, Russia gave birth to a large number of economic oligarchs who became rich overnight. In the following decades, as the regime changed, some of the old oligarchs were imprisoned, and new oligarchs rose to power. Only one person kept a low profile and went through the most difficult twenty years for the oligarchs. He played the role of an arms magnate in a low-key manner and played the role of an oligarch to the very end.
"Chemezov." Chemezov shook Jiang Chen's right hand and concisely introduced himself. He nodded slightly to show his friendliness.
"Jiang Chen." Jiang Chen shook his right hand, smiled, and nodded. At the same time, he was also examining Mr. Chemezov.
Just like the rumors, Mr. Chemezov didn't talk much and kept a low profile, but his sharp eyes didn't lose their majesty. His strong physique made it impossible to tell that he was an old man over fifty years old. Especially his 1.8 meters height and angular face, at first glance, he didn't look like an arms magnate at all. Instead, he looked more like a soldier.
He didn't chat with Chemezov for a long time. After a simple greeting, the Slavic walked to the special entrance to greet his convoy. Jiang Chen also looked at the South Colombian drug lord, or rather, the president, Mr. Timochenko, who was walking toward him with enthusiasm.
It was surprising that the man who stirred up the situation in South America and was on the top of the CIB assassination list actually came in person. However, Jiang Chen only thought for a moment and understood his thoughts. First of all, Xin was definitely much safer than South Colombia. Otherwise, Jiang Chen wouldn't have lived until now.
Behind Timochenko, the president of the Hua Aerospace Science and Industry Corporation and representatives from the Hua military followed by Natasha's father's old subordinates, representing the Russian military. Half of the world's top 30 military giants came. The lineup of this defense exhibition was luxurious.
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In the morning, representatives from various countries arrived one after another, and the defense exhibition officially began at two o 'clock in the afternoon.
The defense exhibition would last for a week, and a total of 2,000 weapons would be displayed in the defense exhibition. From automatic rifle accessories to air defense missiles and even aerospace weapons, in order to ride on the popularity of this defense exhibition, the major military giants also did their best. They didn't expect to steal the limelight from Future Military, but they hoped to successfully attract the attention of the compradors of various countries and become the second choice in the minds of the compradors of various countries besides Future Military.
In particular, the two rogue military companies had been flirting with the African uncles and the insecure South American brothers since the beginning of their entry. It wasn't until the lights on the podium in front of the exhibition venue lit up that the guests in the exhibition venue stopped whispering and turned their attention to the person on the podium.
In front of the representatives of various countries, Jiang Chen, dressed in formal attire, walked to the podium and reached for the microphone.
"Hello everyone, I'm Jiang Chen." With a concise opening speech, Jiang Chen nodded slightly at the camera pointed at him, then glanced around at the invited guests who were watching him, and said with a smile, "First of all, on behalf of the organizer, I would like to extend a warm welcome to you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend our defense exhibition in Coro City."
The reporters present had set up their cameras early and waited for Jiang Chen's speech.
Chemezov leaned back in his chair, put his legs on his knees, gestured to the assistant who had prepared the pen and paper, and pointed to Jiang Chen on the podium.
"Write down every word he says, word for word."
"Yes!"
The assistant nodded seriously, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was already on the notebook.
Not only the Russians, but the moment Jiang Chen stood on the podium, he immediately became the focus of the entire exhibition venue. Everyone's attention was focused on him, waiting for his next words.
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