After the first day of the exhibition, two men with European faces, surrounded by a group of people in black suits, walked to the presidential suite on the top floor of the Heart of the Sea.
"The thing I'm most satisfied with about the Heart of the Sea is the presidential suite of the five-star hotel on the top floor." While walking on the road, the slightly older Italian in a blue suit said to the slightly younger European next to him, "I bet that it's the best viewing spot in the entire Coro City. Looking forward, you can overlook the night view of Coro City and overlook the entire Heart of the Sea. If it weren't for the fact that Future Travel doesn't plan to sell it, I really want to buy it and add it to my collection list. In my opinion, it's not a building, but a work of art. "
The Italian's name was Matteo Montorio. He was the CEO of the Italian company Finmeccanica. Although Italy had always been known as "Italy", this Leonardo company was not stupid at all.
The total output value of Leonardo accounted for 70% of the total output value of the Italian defense industry. It directly or indirectly controlled 121 companies, and it also held a small proportion of shares in 128 companies. In the field of aerospace, defense, and security, it was one of the top ten companies in the world and ranked second in Europe, second only to BAE Systems, which did not show up. Even outside of the military field, it was still a behemoth.
As for the other young European, his name was Nicola. Compared to Matteo next to him, he was just a nobody, but he represented the Italian military, so he could walk side by side with Matteo.
Nicola listened to Matteo talk about the design of the Heart of the Sea with confidence, and he smiled bitterly. Although he was an Italian, it was obvious that he didn't have the slightest artistic talent. He didn't have the same conversation with Matteo, who had been nurtured by the upper class, not to mention that his mind was not on this topic at all.
From the moment Matteo's assistant put an order worth five billion Xin New dollars into the briefcase, he had been wondering about this.
"Scythe drone … Why did 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 the Ghost Agent card in his hand. " While Matteo finished commenting on the wonderful design of the Heart of the Sea, Nicola immediately seized the opportunity to ask.
Matteo wasn't surprised by Nicola's question. The old Italian gentleman only smiled, and politely answered his puzzlement.
"That's easy to understand, because they sold us a neutered version. Even if these weapons are taken by NATO and used on them, they won't feel too much pressure. This is their confidence. "
"Then why —"
"Then why do we have to pay for their weapons?" Matteo looked sideways at Nicola, smiled, and said, "That's what you want to ask, right?"
Nicola swallowed his saliva and nodded with difficulty.
On behalf of the Italian military, he purchased two thousand Scythe drones, two thousand "military sales" S1 kinetic skeletons, and the S1 assault rifles that went with the kinetic skeletons. As for the reason, it was very simple. The holographic image was too shocking, and he couldn't find a reason not to pay for it.
But now, Matteo was telling him that he had bought defective products that had been castrated, which made him slightly unable to accept it. After all, he was the one who signed these orders. If there were any problems in the future, he would have to take responsibility.
"If you can't find a reason, I can find one for you," Matteo smiled. Matteo smiled slightly. Although the limelight was completely stolen by Future Military on the first day, he didn't look the slightest bit frustrated. He said calmly, "In order to catch up to their advantage, we must bring their weapons home for research. Please remember, I'm not paying for their munitions, but for our backwardness. "
Matteo's statement made Nicola slightly more accepting, but when he heard the harsh word "backwardness", he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"In fact, you don't have to be too frustrated." As if he saw what his temporary partner was thinking, Matteo patted Nicola on the shoulder and said with a smile, "After all, drones are not our home field. Fighters and engines are. Watch carefully. On the third day, our performance will officially begin. "
Nicola was slightly taken aback.
Suddenly, a rumor emerged in his mind.
Nicola's heart trembled as he looked at Matteo in disbelief.
"You mean … Could it be!"
"Looking at your expression, I know you probably guessed it, and my answer is correct."
Matteo walked to the end of the corridor with a smile on his face after leaving behind this amusing line.
…
On the other side, Chemezov, who left the exhibition, got into the car waiting for him.
Although the organizer arranged a room for him, he did not choose the Heart of the Sea as the hotel he stayed in. Instead, he booked a five-star hotel not far from the Heart of the Sea. Another Slavic followed him into the car and sat next to him.
"What do you think of today's defense exhibition?"
When Chemezov was asked this question, he grinned and asked rhetorically.
"He is the son-in-law of your old boss. Don't you think you can see it better than me?"
"Don't talk about this. 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-off show for Future Military, and the next few days are likely to be the same."
"Within your expectations?" Zanaev raised an eyebrow.
"Of course." Putting his legs on his knees, Chemezov took out a pack of cigarettes and gestured to the driver in the front seat, indicating that he could drive.
"What do you think their purpose is?" Zanaev asked.
"I noticed that Airbus from the Netherlands and Leonardo from Italy are on the list of exhibitors. The strength of these two military companies can basically represent the top of European military companies, especially in the aerospace field." Chemezov tapped the cigarette ash into the ashtray, then said, "They probably intend to use this defense exhibition to put pressure on NATO countries. We should just watch the show. There is no need to be too eye-catching."
"Watch the show? We all expect you to 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 grinned, and a shrewd look flashed across his face. "Future Military will probably not sell anti-aircraft missiles. Their starting point is too high, and they probably haven't figured out how to improve their technology."
At this point, Chemezov paused for a moment, then continued.
"And the most important thing is that I have a hunch that Leonardo will inevitably compete with Future Military for arms sales orders in their home field, the aerospace field."
"Do you think they have a chance of winning?" Zanaev asked.
"I don't know, but I know one thing. No matter who wins, our anti-aircraft missiles will sell well."
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