Nicholas Aziz fell silent and thought calmly.

At this time, Prince Surtan was looking at the four fighter planes and the loads of air-to-ground missiles.

He nodded with satisfaction and said eagerly, "I wonder what would happen if the Shat Air Force could be equipped with this fighter."

The generals around stood silently by, not daring to say a word.

Nicholas Aziz suddenly thought of something and spoke quickly.

"Uncle Wang, aren't we holding the Sarte Air Show in two months?"

"Why don't we also invite Miracle Group and see if they come."

Prince Surtan's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"

"If they are willing to come, then it is possible to sell it. Then we must strive for the first order."

"Aziz, that's a good idea. I'll leave this to you."

Nicolas Aziz immediately made a bitter face, not knowing how to refute.

Prince Surtan knew what he meant by looking at his expression. He patted his shoulder heavily before speaking.

"Uncle Wang owes you a favor this time, but you must invite someone to participate."

"If it works, I will speak on your behalf in front of your father and improve your impression in his eyes."

"Really, that's no problem."

"Uncle Wang, leave it to me."

Prince Surtan sighed inwardly. The people in the royal family were the kind of people who wouldn't release their eagles until they saw the rabbit.

"Uncle Wang, why do I see that the missiles mounted on the fighter planes are from the Bear Country?"

"There's even a massive bomb, and everything that's dropped will be plowed." "In 2025, the author wishes all brothers a prosperous Year of the Snake, success in everything, and abundant wealth!"