"We don't export fighter jets, but we export the best pilots!"
A short advertising slogan made Future Military the most popular product in the eyes of everyone present. Especially among those customers from third world countries, the enthusiasm for the "Matador" was particularly high. Even though Future Military's price for the first-generation electronic pilot "Matador" reached 15 million Xin New Dollars, even more than the MiG-25 itself.
"Give us fifty! If you are willing to sell us twenty electronic pilots every year for the next ten years, and promise to prioritize upgrading and maintenance of our 'Matador' after the completion of the AI update, I can give you a deal. The central government will issue a policy at the end of this year at the latest, and the threshold for the maglev road will be opened at the beginning of next year, from our country's first-tier cities to the inland second-tier cities! "
"Can the price be cheaper? Our country is not developed. If you are willing to give me a 10% discount, whether it is the subway or copper mines, we can negotiate! "
"What an exciting duel! We are very interested in your 'Matador'! If you plan to sell, we are willing to buy 30 'Matador' and pay in full in one go! If you are willing to open the technology license for 'Matador', please be sure to consider us as soon as possible! "
The price of 15 million Xin New Dollars was not an expensive number in the eyes of most people, but it could be considered quite cheap.
Why?
It was a very simple calculation!
According to international standards, the cost of flying a third-generation fighter for one hour was more than 50,000 US dollars, and training an ordinary pilot required at least 180 hours of training every year. It was widely believed that a mature third-generation fighter pilot must have at least 1,000 hours of flight experience. It was easy to figure out how much money this would cost. Training a mature pilot would cost at least 50 million US Dollar, and a special pilot with more than 3,000 hours of flight time would cost at least 200 million!
Whether it was the familiarity with the use of radar, the grasp of the timing of maneuvers, the judgment of the battlefield situation, or the timing of the release of heat lures … Even an ace pilot could not control the MiG-25 to this degree. The Matador had already shown its inhuman combat qualities and turned aerial combat into a game where the outcome could be predicted.
A pilot who was more ace than an ace pilot only cost 15 million Xin New Dollars in total! This also included various technical upgrades, troubleshooting, and other after-sales services! Even if you used your toes to think, after watching such an exciting duel, you would put the matador at the top of your shopping list.
Whether it was a Third World country or a First World country, they all opened their wallets at this moment to snap up the few matadors in Future Military's hands. In the beginning, Jiang Chen didn't expect the sales of Matador to be so explosive. Not only were the 20 stocks quickly sold out, but the order list even extended to the end of next year.
This kind of explosive situation was somewhat unexpected to him.
Originally, he estimated that it would take some time for these people to accept electronic pilots, but he didn't expect that a MiG-25 and a quasi-sixth-generation "Hurricane" would actually help him a lot and promote his "Matador" for free.
Jiang Chen looked at the back of Matteo, who was staring blankly at the sea, and finally held back his laughter.
No matter what, this big brother of his had done him a great favor. It would be a little inappropriate to make fun of him at this time.
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Looking at the sea, Matteo's expression was a little sluggish, and his throat moved up and down from time to time. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Not far away, two engineering ships could be seen anchored on the sea, and the hooks on the mechanical cantilevers were searching for the missing wreckage under the guidance of divers. Celestial Trade generously expressed that it was willing to help Leonardo salvage the wreckage of the sixth-generation fighter for free.
As for the MiG-25, because it didn't cost much to recover, Future Military didn't even bother to salvage it.
The first thing to be salvaged was the cockpit of the MiG-25.
The MiG that was hit in the belly by the "Hurricane" broke into two pieces from the middle, but it was more intact than the "Hurricane" that crashed into a steel plate.
Future Military pulled the matador with its head smashed into pieces out of the cockpit and placed it in the most conspicuous position for exhibition. Like displaying a hero, it once again won people's applause and praise.
The applause was so harsh in Matteo's ears.
He had never imagined that things would end up like this.
Not only did the Hurricane not bring him an order, but it also suppressed his Typhoon and Gust.
With all the advantages, their Hurricane ended up in a "tie" with the MiG-25. There was almost no doubt that from tomorrow onwards, their hard work would become a topic of ridicule.
What worried him most was that NATO would reconsider the research and development contract with Leonardo. After all, from the looks of it, the "Hurricane" that was defeated by the "Matador" had become a complete failure.
It was difficult to say whether NATO would pay for these failures.
If the answer was no, Leonardo would lose all the money invested in the Hurricane project. If they continued to invest in the Hurricane to improve the fighter that had been labeled a failure, the risk Leonardo would face would also be huge.
No matter what, the result of this competition had forced him and his group into a dilemma.
He only hoped that NATO would not make things too difficult for him …
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"Cheers to our victory!"
"Cheers!"
The crisp sound of glasses clinking together, and the noisy laughter and chatter did not match the style of the restaurant at all.
Jiang Chen booked a Michelin three-star restaurant in the Heart of the Sea and invited all the senior executives and technicians of Future Military for a meal.
The table was full of delicious food, everyone had a bottle of aged red wine, and a large group of people ate and drank happily. In particular, the chairman of the group was sitting next to them. They were all drunk and spared no effort to leave an impression in front of Jiang Chen.
The third day of the defense exhibition had just come to an end, and Future Military had accumulated more than 50 billion Xin New dollars in orders. In particular, today alone, more than 700 Matadors were signed with customers from all over the world, with a total value of more than 10 billion Xin New dollars.
These orders were enough for Future Military to digest until the end of next year. At least for the next two years, the CEO of Future Military would not have to worry about quarterly and annual reports.
The theme of tomorrow's defense exhibition was air defense, which was no longer the home field of Future Military. Whether it was laser anti-missile, electromagnetic pulse cannons, or information interference, Future Military did not intend to sell them, so they generously gave the stage to Russia and Hua, their two allies, to show off their muscles.
To be honest, from the third day onward, it was no longer the home field of Future Military. Future Military had no plans to export fighters at all. If it weren't for Leonardo who wanted to show off the toys in their hands, they would not have been humiliated like this …
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