Chapter 585: Make some money?
Such was the case before Mr. Sena, to whom Le Goff was presenting the latest terms of trade of the Orientals.

"They are asking for a price reduction on digital circuit chips. They think our premium is too high." Le Goff pursed his lips, looking very helpless.

"Impossible, Le Goff, this is a high-tech product, not food or fertilizer." Mr. Senna was very indignant about this.

"Mr. Senna, please allow me to point out your mistake. Fertilizer is also an industrial product." Le Goff even had the leisure to joke. It has to be said that the Gauls' casualness and carelessness are innate.

"Damn it, it's not important! Le Goff!"

Mr. Senna, with his eyes wide open like a bulldog, interrupted Le Goff's teasing and said viciously: "Chips are truly high-tech products. They have no other place to buy them except us. Lower the price? Impossible!"

Le Goff made a bitter face and took out a document: "Mr. Senna, I admit what you said, but the situation is not very favorable for us now."

"What is this?" Senna took the document.

"This is the news sent back by our trade representative over there. Hmm... not so good. Apparently, they have also entered this field, and even... they have reached the top!"

Le Goff let Mr. Sena read it himself and did not tell him what it contained.

"Oh, my Joan of Arc!" After reading the news, Mr. Senna, a Burgundian, made an ironic sigh.

Joan of Arc: Thank you, my ancestors, the Burgundians.

"They already have the ability to produce integrated circuits? Even 10 microns? This is impossible!" As an important figure in foreign trade and economics, even if he does not understand cutting-edge technology such as integrated circuits, he knows how difficult and advanced this technology is.

"Even the bears in the north don't have this ability, how could they do it?" The main source of technology for the country in the East is undoubtedly the Russians.

This statement sounds better, but there is another meaning he didn't say, which is that even the Gallic rooster himself doesn't have this ability, he is just a shoveler.

"Mr. Senna, I have to remind you that Russia also does not have the ability to export DJS-59 and software."

"What about the Citigroup guys? They can't even reach 10 microns!"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Senna. What matters is that the Orientals have it, and they are asking us to lower the price." Le Goff performed his duties as a strong assistant very well.

"Do you think they are engaging in strategic deception?" This is not new. During the Cold War, the Soviet Union, Citigroup and John Bull were all boastful.

Le Goff shook his head. "I don't think so. Although both are countries with extremely large populations, there is still a big difference in credibility between Eastern countries and the dirty three. They will conceal things, but they generally won't exaggerate."

While Mr. Sena was still considering the difference between concealment and exaggeration, Le Goff hammered home the final nail in the coffin: “Besides, I don’t think they would lie like that in their largest, most authoritative, and most significant newspaper just to make a few integrated circuit bucks for us.”

We don’t deserve it! Le Goff only needs to make this sentence clear.

This brought Mr. Senna back to reality a little bit, but from his point of view, he had to hold on and not surrender to the Orientals so quickly: "Hold on a little while, don't lower the price, and see what they do next. And even if they have made a breakthrough, their production capacity will not be able to increase in a short period of time. During this period of time, the initiative is still in our hands."

After coming out of his depression and regaining his sanity, Mr. Senna made a very accurate judgment.

"Okay, Mr. Senna, I suggest that we ask them to honor the special terms in the agreement. That is, when we have to accept Citibank's special conditions in order to fully complete their order, they should be sincere about it."

"What special conditions?"

"It didn't exist before, but it exists now. For example, the minimum order quantity required by Citigroup this time far exceeds the total amount of our undelivered orders this time."

"You mean, we should sell them the excess at the price of this unfulfilled order, and make a fortune while their newly born integrated circuit industry production capacity cannot meet the requirements?" Mr. Senna touched his chin.

"Yes, Mr. Senna," Le Goff nodded.

If Gao Zhendong heard his suggestion, he would definitely think that he was George Blake's colleague. Can the importance of this thing be measured by price?

No matter how expensive it is, replacing the same amount will definitely be cheaper than the DJS-59 sold to you.

What we buy in are digital logic circuits, but what we sell are computers, although these circuit chips will not be used in the computers sold to you.

"Well, you have a point." Senna pondered.

"Besides, Mr. Senna, we have reasons why we have to sell."

"What's the reason?" Senna had a bad feeling.

"They didn't import our SS.11 in large quantities, but there was a small batch of paid samples. I think you should remember this." "Yes, I remember. I feel very sorry for them." This is not entirely bragging. At this time, SS.11 is indeed a good bullet. It is not because of how strong it is, but because of the comparison with its peers.

"I think I know why they are not interested in this thing, which is why we have to sell them more chips. We have to balance the deficit as much as possible, otherwise, if this happens, it will be even uglier on the books."

"Don't keep me guessing, my dear Le Goff!"

"They found the flaw in SS.11 and solved it. If we are willing, they agreed to sell us the technology to solve this flaw for a one-time fee. Well, the Orientals' requirements are reasonable, and the price is not high, just the price of ten DJS-59s." Le Goff shrugged.

Huh? Senna suddenly felt unwell!
This was actually the result of discussions between the Defense Work Committee and the Land Equipment Bureau.

It did cost some money to copy the SS.11, and the results weren't great, but it can't be wasted like that, for example, the solution to the problem of inaccurate aiming.

Due to the Gallic geography, geopolitical relations and international relations, it is unlikely that their anti-tank equipment will pose a threat to us.

Moreover, this problem is actually not that serious. Once the Gallic rooster discovers it itself, it can be solved with some time, and it will not have any major impact.

Besides, in the view of the comrades from the Defense Work Committee and the Land Equipment Bureau, even if SS.11 solved that problem, it was still not that good, so it didn’t matter.

Why not make a little money from the Gallic Rooster before it reacts? As the rebel in the Oceanic Treaty Organization, the Gallic Rooster is worth winning over and supporting. Killing two birds with one stone, why not?
So this matter was handed over to the Ministry of Foreign Trade. You should try to sell it. You won't lose anything anyway. If you sell it, the money spent by Chunlei Factory on counterfeiting will be no problem at all.

Finally, I can see the return of my money!

The sound of our abacus beads reached Senna, but it gave him a different feeling.

Reasonable? What kind of bullshit is this? You bought a few SS.11s from me at a price that was no more than the price of a DJS-59, and now you want to get ten in return?
How much would ten DJS-59s cost?
Regardless of the performance of Gallic goods, their high price is basically a natural attribute. Now Mr. Senna has some understanding of what others feel when facing their quotation sheets.

For a moment, he even began to doubt Le Goff's identity. As a world-famous old revolutionary base, it was not surprising that Gaul produced all kinds of people.

Oh, Le Goff is my brother-in-law? That's fine.

Taking back his feelings, Mr. Senna flatly refused: “Impossible, they are blackmailing!”

"Perhaps, but..."

"but what?"

"People who use SS.11 are very interested in this!" Le Goff seemed helpless.

"They? How did they know? Did you inform them?" Senna was very confused.

"I won't notify them without your permission. But as our main and latest anti-tank missile, SS.11 happens to be on the trigger list for automatic intelligence distribution. The confidentiality level of this kind of ordinary note from the Orientals cannot cover the priority of automatic distribution. At the same time as we received the note, they also received it and are on their way."

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Senna at this moment felt extremely disgusted with this automatic process.

"I think it's not too late now. The decision is not ours, right? Mr. Senna, this is actually good news. At least it can solve our hidden danger, the tank..."

Le Goff's words sobered Senna, who had already grown up in the 30s: "Well, maybe you are right, tanks..."

Just then, there was a knock on Senna's office door.

Senna called out for someone to come in, and a female secretary came in: "Mr. Senna, someone is looking for you from the Equipment General Administration of the Ministry of National Defense."

The two looked at each other and came.

The guests were invited in. There were two of them, a middle-aged man and a young man. They both had serious expressions and it was obvious that they came from military backgrounds.

"Mr. Senna, I'm very sorry to bother you, but we have a reason to come." After the middle-aged man sat down, he stood straight, and his speech and demeanor were relatively old-fashioned.

"Are you here because of SS.11?" Senna couldn't think of a second reason other than this.

"Yes, Mr. Senna. To be honest, we have discovered the problem raised by the other party to some extent, but we cannot find the cause for the time being, and we have no solution. This involves tens of thousands of missiles, so we have to pay attention to it."

The middle-aged soldier didn't look very happy. The total production of SS.11 was as high as 18 pieces. Even if it was the early to middle stage of equipment, the number was still huge.

(End of this chapter)