Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing was also a little dumbfounded at this time, although he knew that the Russians were very greedy.

But I didn't expect that the other party would do so many things just for money.

There were three entire rooms and hundreds of solid wooden boxes filled with technical data and drawings about fighter jets.

The old man said to He Daqing proudly:

"How about it?

Am I awesome?

All the technical data of Soviet fighter planes are here with me."

Looking at He Daqing's shocked eyes, the old Russian felt more and more proud.

He continued to boast:

“Even though I’m retired now, many of my students are still working in the Aircraft Design Bureau.

So, don't worry, as long as you can afford the money, I can help you get not only the technical data at hand, but also any new aircraft technical data in the future..."

Hearing this, He Daqing's heart skipped a beat and he secretly thanked himself for not impulsively refusing to pay.

If I default on my debt, where will I get the information when the Soviet Union develops new aircraft?

Besides, money is not a problem for He Daqing.

The value of the technical data in these three rooms cannot be measured by money.

The Russian guy in front of him was obviously a man who had seen the world and would definitely not be fooled so easily.

He Daqing opened several boxes and carefully looked through the drawings inside one by one.

He confirmed that these were aircraft design drawings, but he could not tell their authenticity.

So he said to the old man:

"Old man, I have to say, you do have some skills.

I am really interested in this information.

But the problem is that I can’t understand these technical materials at all, let alone judge their authenticity.

Besides, I myself am not capable of hiring professionals to verify the authenticity of these materials..."

Hearing this, the old man suddenly became extremely angry and shouted loudly:

"what?

You actually doubt the authenticity of this information?

And there is no way to verify it?

Are you kidding me?

Do you know how much I paid to get this information?

Three thousand, three thousand rubles..."

He Daqing chuckled, a sly smile on his face, and his eyes revealed a deep and mysterious light, as if hiding endless secrets and calculations.

He looked meaningfully at the chattering old Russian, his eyes as sharp as a torch, as if he could see through the other's appearance and see his inner thoughts.

The old Russian felt frightened by He Daqing's look and realized that he might have said something wrong accidentally.

Sure enough, when he looked at He Daqing, the corners of He Daqing's mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, which made the old Russian feel a little regretful.

"One million, one million rubles! You can take all these technical materials away!"

The old Russian was very annoyed, but still couldn't help but shout out the price he expected.

These technical data are of great significance to He Daqing and are worth far more than one million rubles.

If the Ugly people were to negotiate this deal, they would accept it without hesitation, let alone one million rubles, even if it was ten million or one hundred million.

However, He Daqing didn't want to pay so much money.

The old man looked at He Daqing's cunning smile and couldn't help cursing in his heart:

Why is this damn Chinese so difficult to deal with!

He secretly regretted his gaffe just now, which easily exposed his bottom line.

At this moment, He Daqing leisurely took out an exquisite ruby ​​kerosene lighter from his pocket and slowly lit a cigarette.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and then quietly savored the unique aroma of Huazi.

He ignored the anxious look on Lao Mao's face and didn't mention what Lao Mao had mentioned before.

The old Russian was extremely anxious. He kept stamping his feet on the spot and cursing.

His face flushed red, and he was about to burst out in anger. He even had the urge to rush up and hit someone, but he finally held back.

After all, he knew that he couldn't offend the big client in front of him.

The most important thing is that he has seen He Daqing's methods, otherwise the Russians might have taken action.

The incompetent and furious old Russian kept talking a lot, until his saliva dried up, and He Daqing just watched quietly.

It was not until He Daqing finished smoking a cigarette that the old Russian sighed heavily.

"Well, cunning Chinese, you win!

Five hundred thousand rubles, five hundred thousand rubles should be enough, right?

This is the simplest fighter jet technical data in the world, a complete set of information created from scratch.

If not, if not for the fact that you are Chinese, I would not help you with this..."

He Daqing shook his head.

“Old comrade, this is not the way you do business.

You bought it for 3,000 rubles, and you want to sell it for 500,000 rubles?

You are right, he is definitely worth the price.

But I have to sell it to someone who knows the goods. I don’t know the goods. I can’t even tell the real from the fake…”

The Russians were so angry that their nostrils were enlarged.

So your incompetence is something you should be proud of?

"Well, how much can you offer?

Let me be frank, if there is less, I would rather burn the information than let you have it cheaply."

He Daqing stretched out three fingers and gestured to the Russians.

The old man's eyes lit up and he said anxiously:

"Okay, deal!

Just three hundred thousand rubles!"

He Daqing glared and waved his hands quickly.

“Old comrade, who said 300,000 rubles?

I'm talking about 30,000 rubles.

You only spent three thousand to buy something, and you sold it for ten times the price, you made a killing..."

The old Russian was so angry that he was shaking and pointed his trembling finger at He Daqing.

"You, are you kidding?

Do you know how much of a risk I took?

Thirty thousand rubles?

Do you think I'm a beggar?

At this price, it's absolutely impossible!

Even if I sell it to the delegations of those small Eastern European countries, I won’t sell it cheaply to you..."

As the old Russian spoke, light appeared in his eyes again.

"Ha ha!

By the way, I can sell it to other people!

Go away with your 30,000 rubles, keep them for yourself to buy some wine..."

He Daqing tilted his head and reached out to grab the old man by the collar.

“Old man, you can only sell this thing to me.

If you dare to sell it to anyone else, I will report you!

I am very familiar with Ministers Levsky and Poroski.

When the time comes, you'll be ready to go to the guillotine..."

"You, you Chinese are too shameless!"

"Hey, thanks for the compliment!

How about this, let's both take a step back.

I'll give you 100,000 rubles..."

The old Russian was so tortured by He Daqing's tricks that he lost his temper.

No matter how unhappy he was, there was nothing he could do and he had no choice but to agree to He Daqing's conditions.