Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 467 - 447: Rising Tide Lifts All Boats

Chapter 467: Chapter 447: Rising Tide Lifts All Boats

When Feng Biao made the call, he still felt a bit apprehensive inside.

Mainly because life had been too good these days, not that the material enjoyment was that good. Once he had money, he had seen too much of the world abroad and knew just how extravagant the wealthy could be.

The main thing was that the treatment he received was too high, and Feng Biao felt unworthy.

It was that kind of flattered feeling, hard to describe and to define accurately. Anyway, he was used to being overlooked since childhood, and even after growing up and becoming a sniper—a role that requires talent and effort—Feng Biao still found it hard to accept the attention he was receiving now.

Perhaps it was because he was a sniper, but Feng Biao didn’t like being overly noticed, let alone standing under the spotlight. However, now he was forced to become that person adorned with a halo.

What halo?

The God of Wealth halo, or rather, the halo of a Boy Who Gives Away Money.

It was because he sold a missile, ah no, a civilian rocket, and then Feng Biao’s status soared along with the rocket into the sky.

Who doesn’t have relatives and friends?

Xu Feng just had a meal with Feng Biao, and it wasn’t even his treat. Suddenly, he sold ten sets of civilian rockets, which was a sales volume of several billion yuan, reviving a factory in one fell swoop.

The most, most, most crucial point is that the buyer paid first!

Paid first, paid first, paid first!!!

Saying it three times is not enough; saying it thirty times and no one would dare believe it.

Merely with a set of materials, a color page brochure, and without even a complete PPT—not because there wasn’t one made, but because there was no time to present one. So what happened next? Next, Saudi just pre-paid the full amount.

Let’s be clear, pre-paid in full! When Xu Feng didn’t even have a physical product to show at his 1234, had no idea when the delivery would be, and couldn’t even arrange a production schedule, they already paid up.

The money wasn’t given directly to Xu Feng, nor to the export-import company in charge of sales, but directly to Feng Biao.

Saudi gave a lot of face, and Gao Yi was too busy, so didn’t that just make Feng Biao the God of Wealth?

Then Feng Biao, being an honest man, no sooner had he received the money than he immediately called to have Xu Feng sign the contract, with the full amount prepaid, not missing a cent, all given to Xu Feng.

Xu Feng was almost in tears. It was after begging Feng Biao to accept a kickback that Xu Feng, cutting the total transaction amount by forty percent, insisted on just giving the rest to him.

For Xu Feng, he couldn’t just receive the full payment and then give a kickback. The main issue was that the accounting wouldn’t be clean, so he had to ask Feng Biao to collect the money first.

Of course, Xu Feng initially spoke of thirty percent of the total transaction amount, not thirty percent of the profits, but since all the money was prepaid, and even the delivery time wasn’t set, how could Xu Feng have the audacity to give only a thirty percent kickback?

Xu Feng thought it should be thirty percent for Feng Biao and seventy percent for himself.

Xu Feng still had such self-awareness.

The sale of this rocket by Xu Feng was so outrageous, and he had to complete all the procedures, meaning the transaction came to the attention of someone either from the overall assembly or from the import-export supervision department.

It’s not that he didn’t understand the principle of keeping a low profile to make a fortune, but there are some things he really couldn’t hide.

Then again, the same old saying: who doesn’t have relatives and friends?

And then, who doesn’t know how much Northeastern University hustles.

Not to mention things like 996 or the secretly world’s second production volume, let’s just talk about export trade. Those involved in import-export know all too well how fierce the competition is.

It’s not competing with foreigners, but rather indeed out-hustling domestic peers. Everyone hustling to death.

Xu Feng sold civilian anti-piracy rockets. Others did not compete with Xu Feng, but they could sell air defense missiles, right? Selling single-soldier anti-tank rockets, selling long-range surface-to-surface reconnaissance rockets, that was no problem. Not snatching Xu Feng’s business, but air defense, that sector could indeed be involved.

So, now Feng Biao is staying in the guesthouse, eating in the cafeteria, and even his parents are with him.

In terms of conditions, it’s actually not better than the five-star hotels that Feng Biao could now afford to stay in, but in terms of treatment, let’s just say, it’s something that wealthy people don’t get to enjoy.

The important thing is not how much money a meal costs, but who is eating with you.

But all these are unimportant. What’s important is that tonight’s dinner is different again.

How should Feng Biao explain this to President Gao?

Hesitating for a moment, Feng Biao said softly, "I don’t know how to explain it, um, I’ll just say it one by one. First is that I had dinner tonight, with a section chief from the overall assembly there."

President Gao was stunned for a moment because he didn’t understand what ’overall assembly’ meant.

The section chief told me that one of the projects he was overseeing involved an air defense missile. This missile is very mature and quite good, but in the end, it wasn’t included in the equipment list. However, it more than suffices for export sales."

President Gao said, "Oh, so it’s a subpar product?"

"Not at all, it’s just that it didn’t outcompete similar products domestically, but it’s still top-notch once taken abroad."

"Hmm, go on."

"The director said that the competition in missiles of the same type is too fierce and it’s impossible to re-equip them repeatedly. It’s a pity that the research funds invested in the early stage will be wasted, so he wants us to find a way to sell them off."

Gao Yi exhaled and said, "Ah, it’s still internal competition."

"Yes, but everyone is trying to sell abroad, and it has become a free-for-all, with each one displaying their magical powers."

"That’s easy to deal with, just sell them. What are you worried about?"

"Last time it was a private enterprise; this time it’s different, it’s state-owned."

"Who cares about that? As long as the product is good and it can be sold, just sell it."

Feng Biao was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, that can all be arranged, but I haven’t finished my meal yet, and the local handlers have already sought me out."

"Local handlers? Oh, I see. What did they say?"

"The local handlers said the last transaction was very good, really good, so this time they want to ask if we can help get some stuff, um, mainly two things: one is the recent progress of the AIM-120 dual-pulse missile from the United States, and the other is the Su-57 progress from Russia."

Feng Biao sighed gently, then he whispered, "This is serious intelligence, not the kind we used to deal in; such specific intelligence isn’t easy to obtain."

Gao Yi also felt the difficulty, whispering, "This... isn’t easy, really tricky."

It is possible to get the intelligence, but the problem for Gao Yi, who has always been adept at fostering relationships, is that if he pursues this intelligence and loses the network he’s relied upon for his standing, it could be problematic.

Feng Biao said in a low voice, "That’s why I said it’s troublesome."

"Hmm, what do they want exactly? Detailed technical data?"

Gao Yi’s first thought was they wanted to steal technology, but Feng Biao’s reply was surprisingly different from what he expected.

"They don’t want detailed technical data, just help to inquire about their current progress. Just clarify whether AIM-120’s dual-pulse feature has been successful or not, they don’t need specific technical parameters, nor the actual item."

Gao Yi, surprised, asked, "Just ask? Why do they need us for that? This information is all public from Old America."

"I don’t know either. I don’t understand, so I didn’t dare to agree."

Feng Biao’s tone was filled with bitterness.

After thinking it over, Gao Yi said, "Hmm, I will tell them that if it’s just about asking, then it’s too simple, shouldn’t be any trouble. I can just inquire, it should be fine. What about the Su-57?"

"They want to know about their progress, just asking, but they didn’t specify what exactly to ask, and I don’t know. I think they just want to test the waters and see if you’re willing to help. If they approached you directly and got rejected, it wouldn’t look good for future interactions, so they’re sending me to pass the message first."

Gao Yi understood – it’s the East Asian way of doing business: vague asks, to avoid embarrassment in case of refusal.

If Gao Yi agrees, then he can contact Huang Haisheng.

Both issues are not too difficult, and might not even require spending much money; moreover, even if it does cost, it wouldn’t be a problem. It’s doable.

After pondering for a moment, Gao Yi whispered, "Alright, I got it. I will reach out to them later."

"Good, then I’ll pass that on to them."

After some thought, Gao Yi said, "Brother Feng, it’s not ideal to always pass messages like this. It’s inconvenient, and if I can’t answer the phone it could delay things. For intelligence-related issues next time, we need to be more cautious, give me a heads up. But as for arms deals, you can decide on your own, you don’t need to consult me. If you think it’s a good deal, just go ahead, after all, you’re just the middleman. Whether they buy or not is their business. Besides, Abdulla is now in charge of these things. If you think it’s okay, discuss with him directly, there’s no need to ask me."

Feng Biao doesn’t dare to decide on his own, always has to ask Gao Yi, which is not only troublesome but once Feng has brought it up with Gao Yi, Gao Yi has to notify Shaman, creating an obligation that is not just business.

If Feng Biao deals with Abdulla directly, whether it works out or not, it doesn’t involve personal favors, and only then will it be a lasting business.

Feng Biao hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, I’ll contact Abdulla."

Gao Yi exhaled, saying, "Then let’s leave it at that for now. I’m busy, I’ll let you know once there’s news."

The call ended, and Feng Biao exhaled. He thought for a moment, then got up and left his room. He walked a few steps to the door of the room not far away and knocked gently.

The door opened; inside, four people were sitting. Upon seeing Feng enter, they all stood up with smiling faces.

With a smiling face, Feng Biao said, "Sorry to have kept you all waiting."

The room resembled more of a conference room, and after Feng took a seat on a single sofa with a white seat cover, amidst the deference of the others, a middle-aged man eagerly smiled and asked, "Mr. Feng, what’s President Gao’s opinion?"

Feng Biao nodded, responding, "President Gao, of course, agrees. He certainly wants to contribute to the country as well. I will get in touch with them soon."

The two company representatives were pleased because to get to this stage at their first meeting was very efficient.

Anyone who can be involved is sensible; it’s just that it’s not yet the right time to delve into details, so after some casual chitchat, the people said their goodbyes and left.

Only after these people have left can the real crucial part begin.