Rebirth 2006, creating a super consortium

"Mr. An, I wonder what the Red Shield's weapons procurement budget is? Are there any additional restrictions in this regard?"

After hearing Leng Jun mention the issue of arms procurement, An Xin's expression was a little hesitant and she did not give an answer immediately.

How should I put it? The main reason is that domestic weapons and equipment are really a bit lagging these days...

As for light weapons, it is not so difficult to deal with them. After all, they have a good reputation in the international arms market and are the epitome of high quality and low price. Moreover, people have become accustomed to them after decades of use.

But heavy weapons are a bit difficult to deal with. They are unwilling to sell the useful ones, and the useless ones are useless if you buy them. You really need to be cautious!

Seeing An Xin remained silent, Wang Jing, who was just enjoying the show, became anxious and asked, "An Xin, didn't we agree before that Red Shield will purchase relevant domestic products? And we have already contacted the corresponding channels for you. No matter what you want, we have it all and we sell it all. But what do you want to do now?"

Procurement is definitely necessary. This is a matter of position. There is no other choice. After pondering for a moment, An Xin slowly asked: "Minister Wang, are you sure that everything can be sold in the country?"

"Sure!" Wang Jing nodded without hesitation: "Whatever you want, we can sell it to you!"

An Xin looked at Wang Jing with a half-smile and asked, "Really? Are you willing to sell the J-10 fighter jets too?"

"j-10?"

Wang Jing's head was buzzing for a moment, but he soon waved his arms excitedly and said, "Brother, are you kidding? The J-10 is a third-generation aircraft. Do you know how expensive it is? The bare machine costs at least 3 million RMB. If you add the weapon supporting system, it will cost at least 6 million RMB. Isn't it a sheer waste for a PMC company like you to spend 6 million RMB on this?"

Leng Jun obviously agreed with Wang Jing's opinion, and then persuaded him: "Mr. An, we really don't need to buy J-10, it is really too wasteful. If we really want to buy a fighter, I personally recommend J-7. Currently, J-7 has launched a variety of models, the performance has tended to be stable, and the price is relatively cheap, which is enough for our normal use!"

An Xin certainly understood what the two meant, but he personally really liked the j-10, for no other reason than its appearance design was just too damn cool!

In my previous life, I had no money, no channels, and no chance to buy one, so I could only watch and drool. But in this life, I finally have money, channels, and opportunities, so shouldn’t I get one for myself to play with?

Besides, playing with the j-10 is much more fun than playing with luxury cars or yachts!

It’s a pity that the dream was shattered again!

An Xin shook her head with regret and sighed, "Well, okay, to be honest, money doesn't matter to me. The main thing is that I really like the J-10 and I really want to fly in it. It's a pity that I still can't make my dream come true!"

Wang Jing said with a smile: "You want to take a J-10 to fly around in the sky, isn't that easy? Let's take a look at these. After the purchase contract of Red Shield is finalized, I will let them take you to fly a few laps and completely satisfy your wish!"

An Xin's eyes lit up slightly, and she asked in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course!" Wang Jing nodded again to confirm, but then he deliberately reminded: "The prerequisite is to finalize the purchase contract of Red Shield!"

"This is easy!"

Since they had to purchase the materials anyway, An Xin didn't feel anything about it anymore. She turned to look at Leng Jun and asked, "Mr. Leng, if we make a plan based on our staffing situation, how much money would it cost to build a top team?"

Leng Jun hesitated after hearing this. After a moment's silence, he explained, "Mr. An, there is actually no clear standard. It depends on how well you want to arm the Red Shield!"

"If we only consider the individual soldier's suit, it's actually not expensive. If we add up the main weapon, secondary weapon, bulletproof suit, weapon accessory suit, emergency medical suit, etc., the average cost of 30000 RMB per person is more than enough!"

An Xin was a little surprised: "So cheap?"

"Cheap?" Wang Jing smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly: "Don't worry, the price Leng Jun gave is already the price of our top-level individual suits!"

An Xin didn't hesitate, and said with a big hand, "No problem, then let's get 4000 sets of individual soldier suits first!"

It’s just 1.2 million RMB, just a drop in the bucket!

Wang Jing immediately took out his notebook and wrote it down. After he finished writing it down, he looked up at An Xin and asked cheerfully, "An Xin, is there anything else?"

An Xin instantly thought of the fighter jet she had been dreaming about, and immediately asked, "How much is the J-7?"

"J-7? That depends on what model you want. But no matter what model, the price of the bare machine will not exceed 4000 million RMB, and the price of the supporting weapon system will not exceed 1 million RMB!"

"It's not expensive, so give me two first!" An Xin placed the order again, turned to look at Leng Jun, and said, "Mr. Leng, it's up to you to decide which model of J-7 to choose!"

Leng Jun nodded slightly and said, "Got it, I will communicate with them!"

After seeing An Xin spend 3 million RMB in just a few words, Wang Jing's face almost broke with laughter, and he continued to sell: "An Xin, do you want a second-generation tank? Type 88, Type 96, and Type 96a are all available for sale. The third-generation Type 99 is also negotiable. Come on, get a few tanks to play with!"

"An Xin, let's not talk about anything else. Just think about it. If you were to drive a few tanks across the African savannah, how awesome would that be!"

An Xin looked at the passionate Wang Jing opposite her with a confused face, opened her mouth slightly as if wanting to say something, but in the end she couldn't say anything.

No, buddy, you don't look like an intelligence agent, but more like a military salesman!

But An Xin was indeed a little tempted, and was about to ask the price, when Leng Jun suddenly reminded her: "Mr. An, it is unlikely that tanks will be used in places like Africa!"

Wang Jing's smile instantly collapsed, and he retorted: "Leng Jun, you know nothing. Why can't Africa use tanks?"

Leng Jun glanced at Wang Jing expressionlessly, then asked calmly, "Do you understand? Which African country have you been to?"

Wang Jing was choked for a moment, unable to refute.

An Xin also reacted at this time, and complained very dissatisfiedly: "Minister Wang, you can't catch me and pull me to death, is this tb reasonable?"

Wang Jing waved his hands awkwardly and explained, "I once worked part-time as an arms salesman for a while, so I still have some industry habits. I'm really sorry!"

No, Azhen, are you serious?

An Xin was stunned for a moment...