Kolokoltsev was amused. "Five million dollars? Comrade Lin, I suggest you just turn into robbers and it would be more direct."
Lin Sanqi had long realized that the Russians would not give in easily, so he signaled the staff to turn on a movie player and play a movie for the Soviet comrades on the spot.
All the Russians couldn't understand what the Chinese were doing, so they all looked up.
The movie shows the Soviets stealing parts in close-up shots, as well as the entire process of them conspiring and secretly dismantling the production line.
After the movie, Lin Sanqi looked at the old Russians with Bao Gong and Guan Gong faces and said:
"Gentlemen, this is a scandal. One of the most developed countries in the world is actually stealing other countries' science and technology in such a dishonorable way. Your actions have gone beyond what a diplomat should do.
Because China and the Soviet Union are brotherly nations, we don't want to make this public. We're only asking for compensation. Do you think our request is excessive? Ambassador Kolokoltsev, what do you think?
Of course you can refuse. There are representatives from over 30 countries in the reception room, as well as dozens of international media outlets. We can make these videos public and let people around the world judge. You Soviets are guests and yet you are stealing.”
Kolokoltsev's anus tightened, and he quickly dissuaded her, "Absolutely not!"
Kolokoltsev understood that if a group of people like him stole Chinese technology, they would only be praised at home rather than criticized, after all, this was beneficial to the Soviet Union.
But if this matter were to become public and be laughed at by people all over the world, especially our mortal enemy, the Americans, it would be a serious diplomatic incident.
By then, Khrushchev would definitely execute him, the ambassador to China, in order to shirk responsibility. Given the harsh domestic policies, I am afraid that this criminal Kolokoltsev would be shot and his entire family would be exiled to Siberia.
Kolokoltsev clearly realized that his life is his own and the money belongs to the country, so why should he risk his life to save money for the country?
Thinking of this, even if Kolokoltsev was unwilling and knew that he had been tricked, he was powerless to do anything.
"Okay, we'll pay compensation, but we don't have dollars, only rubles."
After Kolokoltsev finished speaking, he sat down on a machine next to him in a dejected manner, and looked at several Soviet engineers with hatred, thinking that he would send them all to Sakhalin Island when he returned. Someone must take the blame for this matter.
Lin Sanqi asked the staff and learned that at this time 0.68 rubles could be exchanged for 1 US dollar, but this was the official exchange rate. If it was on the black market, it would be 3 rubles to 1 US dollar.
Lin Sanqi also knew that he couldn't push the other party too far. The embassy might be able to pay a few million rubles on its own, but he might have to ask the country for a few million dollars.
So the generous Lin Sanqi waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'll give you 5 million rubles. It's a bargain for you."
Lin Sanqi was thinking that since they were still decades away from collapse and the ruble's plunge, it wouldn't be a loss to take the ruble now. If things didn't work out, he could still pay off his debts.
Seeing that the Chinese had given in, Kolokoltsev felt relieved and said goodbye decisively:
"I don't have any money. We'll go back to Peking now and send the money to you..."
Lin Sanqi knew the country couldn't bear the blame, so he took the initiative to take the responsibility: "Send it to the Capital Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital on Kuan Street and tell them to give it to Lin Sanqi."
Kolokoltsev glanced at Lin Sanqi meaningfully and nodded.
"I'll remember you, Comrade Lin Sanqi. You're very kind. I hope we can meet again!"
Kolokoltsev and his men left in a rage, not even attending the reception.
Leader Jing saw the old man leaving and said to Lin Sanqi with a smile:
"It seems you have been listed as a persona non grata in the Soviet Union. Forget about entering the Soviet Union in your lifetime."
Lin Sanqi shrugged nonchalantly, "If I don't want to go, then I won't go. Going to the Soviet Union is like starving. Besides, China and the Soviet Union will fall out sooner or later, and then personnel exchanges between the two countries will definitely be cut off. It doesn't matter whether I go or not."
When Leader Jing heard this, he looked at Lin Sanqi with a playful look again:
"Is your organization so pessimistic about Sino-Soviet relations? What if there's a turnaround later?"
Lin Sanqi chuckled:
"Leader, you can give up your illusions. The Russians are a bunch of lunatics who are capable of anything. If they dare to invade Hungary, they will dare to invade other disobedient countries in the future. So sooner or later, our two countries will meet at war. We must be prepared for battle!"
Leader Jing couldn't recover from this for a long time...
Compared to the Russians' tough talk, the insidious Americans are very calm.
When Lin Sanqi came to the front of the US delegation indignantly and looked at the machine that could not be started, he was about to express his strong dissatisfaction, but Hank Allen looked calm.
"Lin, we broke the machine, and you have evidence. We won't make excuses. Tell me, what price do we have to pay?"
Americans are very accustomed to being blackmailed.
It's like a person walking on the streets of New York, and suddenly someone points a gun at his waist and asks him to hand over his money.
According to the Chinese temperament, they would fight back desperately and call for help loudly. In short, they would never accept robbery or extortion easily.
But Americans will obediently take out $20 and shout, "Hey brother, don't hurt me, just take the money."
This is how Americans know their time. Of course, if the Americans have guns and the other side only has a knife, then the situation will be reversed. People with guns will tell you what it means to have shootings in America every day.
Lin Sanqi was immediately flustered. He thought, "I haven't even threatened you yet, and you're already scared?" He felt like he had no sense of accomplishment at all.
But the process still needs to be followed:
"Mr. Hank Allen, these machines were developed with the combined efforts of our entire nation, costing us at least several hundred million dollars. This is absolutely an astronomical sum for us. Now that the machines are broken and can't be started, we have suffered enormous losses..."
Hank Aaron responded without hesitation:
"$5 million is the maximum amount our representative office in China can offer. Any higher and I'll have to consult with my country, which would be quite troublesome."
Lin Sanqi swallowed his saliva and thought to himself that he really liked greeting straightforward people:
"OK, then $5 million. I'll take care of the rest. How are you going to pay me?"
Hank Aaron smiled faintly:
"We can only give you cash, but I have a request. Usually, no one comes to verify it, after all, it's a scandal. But if someone comes to verify it, you can tell me that I gave you $10 million, OK?"
Lin Sanqi opened his mouth wide for a long time. No wonder he wanted to pay in cash. Was he afraid that the transfer record would reveal his identity?
Damn it, they mobilized the power of the country, and so many people acted, and went to great lengths to extort $5 million from you, and you turned around and made $5 million for yourself?
Who is the "robber" after all???
Hank Aaron's face remained unchanged as he continued:
"Lin, I'm not the only one taking the $5 million. We have so many people in our representative office in China, and Washington Ton also has to share the money. So I hope you can understand. Also, if you can help us, you can also get your share. How about $100,000?"
Lin Sanqi blinked and shook hands with Hank Allen firmly:
"Leave it all to me!"
Then Lin Sanqi turned to look at Leader Cheng, the highest person in charge of the Foreign Affairs Department, and said with a smile:
"Boss, I feel like being a doctor is a waste of my talent. I could definitely be a diplomat, specifically dealing with those damn Americans..."
Leader Cheng was confused and puzzled:
"Xiao Lin, I absolutely support you coming to the Foreign Affairs Department. So, have the Americans agreed to compensation?"
Lin Sanqi made a gesture:
"They offered $5 million in cash, but they had a condition: they would apply for $10 million from China, and they hoped I could help them."
Leader Cheng's expression was as if he had seen a ghost: "So where did the remaining $5 million go?"
Lin Sanqi pursed his lips and said, "It's a commotion. Everyone present will get a share, including me. Promise me 100,000 after the success."
Leader Cheng was completely lost in thought and was horrified:
"How dare they? They represent the country."
Lin Sanqi thought, what a fuss! Didn't you see that decades later, the United States provided $175 billion in aid to the Russians, and it would be good if the Russians could get a fraction of $5 billion.
Most of the remaining money went into the private pockets of American officials, who then gave them some scrap metal as military aid.
The traitors were treated like dogs, fighting to the death in the front. So many people died across the country and the entire country was bombed into ruins, but in fact they were still making money for their masters.
American politicians are just a bunch of filthy people from Lolita Island. (End of this chapter)
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