A few hours later, the afterglow of the setting sun lazily spilled onto a corner of this bustling coastal city, draping the vibrant city in a soft golden veil.
Hidden in a corner of the city is a quaint little shop. It is inconspicuous, but it is well-known in the industry for its unique charm and expensive teas.
Outside the teahouse, several emerald bamboos sway gracefully, seemingly whispering tales of bygone saga.
Inside the teahouse, however, a different scene unfolds—a tranquil and elegant one. The wooden furniture exudes a faint fragrance of sandalwood, a stark contrast to the bustling world outside the window.
Zhang Fan was already seated by the window in the teahouse, quietly awaiting the arrival of a mysterious guest.
Several exquisite tea sets were laid out in front of me, and several pots of fragrant tea were empty. It was the most expensive "Longjing Imperial Tea" in the teahouse, every sip of which contained the taste of spring, but also represented a considerable price.
Zhang Fan kept glancing towards the door, secretly calculating in his mind that if no one came soon, he would really feel the pinch of spending so much on tea.
Just then, a light footstep finally came from outside the teahouse, breaking the silence inside.
A man in his thirties, dressed casually and wearing a black baseball cap, slowly walked in.
The person who arrived walked with a steady gait, and his eyes revealed an indescribable calmness and profundity, as if every step he took was in step with the rhythm of time.
Upon entering the teahouse, he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he gently removed the seemingly ordinary but actually priceless wristwatch from his wrist and casually placed it on the tea table beside him, revealing an unintentional nobility and composure in his actions.
"I'll give you thirty seconds." The man's voice was deep and magnetic, yet carried an undeniable authority, as if every word had been carefully crafted to strike straight to the heart.
Zhang Fan was taken aback, and a slight chill ran through him. Such an opening remark had a very authoritative air about it.
However, I still had some doubts. Could this kid be just someone Wen Xi randomly picked to fool people?
Thirty seconds? In such a short time, how to clearly express your purpose and gain the other party's trust is indeed a considerable challenge.
But Zhang Fan was, after all, a seasoned veteran in the business world. He smiled gently, slowly raising his teacup, as if time had frozen at that moment.
“There’s a Middle Eastern client who wants to buy our country’s Dongfeng XX missiles. The price is 100 million yuan per set.” Zhang Fan’s words were calm, and every word clearly reached the other party’s ears.
This statement was not only a test of the mysterious visitor before him, but also a subtle display of the vast network of interests behind him.
Zhang Fan stared intently into the other person's eyes, trying to find the answer in that deep gaze.
Upon hearing this, the mysterious man's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He didn't respond immediately, but slowly walked to the window, gazing at the gradually darkening sky outside, as if he was thinking about something.
Inside the teahouse, the air seemed to freeze, with only the occasional sound of traffic outside the window reminding people of the passage of time.
After a moment, the man finally turned around, his gaze fixed on Zhang Fan again, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible respect: "Mr. Zhang, your information is very valuable, but such a transaction requires more than just courage and funds; it also requires a precise judgment of the current situation."
The visitor's words revealed a deep and unfathomable cunning, making it impossible to discern his true intentions.
"Are you selling or not? Is it possible to do it? Can the person outside come in?"
Zhang Fan said something.
There was also a man in a white shirt standing outside. He was over forty years old and had a very dignified air about him.
It's impossible for just anyone to impersonate someone like that; these two people are likely from a certain department of the Xia Kingdom's military industry.
Just as the atmosphere between Zhang Fan and the mysterious man in the baseball cap reached a delicate point, the door of the teahouse was gently pushed open again, and a middle-aged man in a clean white shirt slowly walked in.
The newcomer walked with a steady gait, had a kind face, and eyes that shone with wisdom, as if he could see into people's hearts.
As soon as the middle-aged man entered, he greeted Zhang Fan in his characteristically gentle voice: "Young man, you said a Middle Eastern client wants to buy our country's Dongfeng XX missile? Oh my, that's quite a big deal. Well, let's assume this isn't a joke. So, shouldn't we talk about the benefits? If this deal goes through, what kind of benefits are you hoping for?"
As the middle-aged man took his seat, the atmosphere in the teahouse changed once again.
The man in the baseball cap, who had previously appeared quite assertive, now seemed like a completely different person, standing respectfully beside the middle-aged man, as if every movement and every glance he made expressed respect and obedience to him.
When faced with the middle-aged man's question, Zhang Fan did not answer immediately, but smiled slightly.
"I want 10% of the sales revenue," Zhang Fan finally said.
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's smile widened.
He nodded slightly, his eyes revealing appreciation and approval. "Ten percent? One hundred million per set, ten percent is a benefit, not unreasonable, but barely acceptable. However, young man, you must understand our difficulties. Military equipment isn't something we can just give away to outsiders. We have strict rules and regulations, and we have loyalty and responsibility to the country. Therefore, we can't easily set this precedent."
The middle-aged man's words contained both authority and amusement, as if he were conveying a certain message to Zhang Fan in a unique way.
"Then I'm not a living saint. Since you can't satisfy me, then forget it."
Zhang Fan shrugged. "Why do it if you can't get any benefits out of it?"
They can't even keep up with the orders at their own steel mill, so why bother with other things?
How many do the customers want?
Seeing Zhang Fan's attitude, the middle-aged man smiled and said.
Thirty sets.
Thirty sets? It was obvious that both of their expressions had changed.
Thirty sets, that represents three billion yuan.
"Although I can't give a direct kickback, I can still give a technical consulting fee, ten percent. If we can sell thirty sets, well, I can give that amount."
The middle-aged man still had a smile on his face.
"Since you've agreed, things will be much easier. I'll have someone come over for a meeting, and you can discuss the details. You represent the military industry, and I trust you."
Zhang Fan stood up and was about to call the messenger over.
"Okay, we'll wait."
Since it's a military product, if we promised benefits, we definitely have to provide them.
This is about the face of the country. The country certainly cares about its image, unlike some people who are shameless.
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