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Chapter 351: Chapter 232: Morgan Group, Take Him Down! (Subscribe Please)_2

Leo couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his head and grabbed the staff officer's shoulders tightly, his speech so excited that he even spewed saliva onto the staff officer's face.

The staff officer rubbed his face with both hands and took a deep breath. "As long as a second supplier appears, Yu Qin won't be able to control our lifeline anymore!"

They all knew it.

The reason Yu Qin dared to ask for ten million US dollars was that no one else could produce a Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher with a range of 350 kilometers.

This was the only option, with no other branches.

Yu Qin's attitude was also clear—if you like it, buy it; if not, leave it.

But, Lin Chuan had a Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher that far exceeded 350 kilometers. Even if Lin Chuan's price was high, they could use it to force Yu Qin to lower her price!

Lin Chuan's emergence at least saved them a significant amount of money!

The nature of arms trading is also commercial.

In a business model, when there is only one supplier, that supplier has the pricing power.

When a second supplier enters the competition, buyers gain some bargaining power.

This was exactly the situation Leo was experiencing.

Leo took a couple of deep breaths to calm his excited and exhilarated mood, then focused on communicating with Lin Chuan. "Mr. Lin, may I ask, how can we cooperate with you?"

The key was still about making a cooperation!

To be honest,

During the conversation with Lin Chuan, he could feel Lin Chuan's humility and gentleness, which was nothing like Yu Qin's aggressive and domineering manner.

If the price was right, he would prefer to cooperate with Lin Chuan.

Who would want to endure Yu Qin's arrogance?

"You don't have the final say on whether or not to cooperate, nor do I," Lin Chuan replied ambiguously.

Suddenly,

Leo understood, "Mr. Lin, I look forward to your good news."

"Okay," Lin Chuan replied.

"Mr. Lin, please convey to them that we in Haas hope to be bathed in the glory of the East," Leo added thoughtfully after a moment of contemplation.

Lin Chuan smiled.

This weapon purchasing officer from Hass Armed Forces sure knew how to speak.

Immediately, Lin Chuan pulled out his phone and dialed Old Sun's number.

"Hello, Lin."

Old Sun was a busy man, but he picked up Lin Chuan's call instantly.

After the connection, Lin Chuan first exchanged pleasantries with Old Sun, then asked, "Old Sun, how is the evaluation of my Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher going?"

"You young man, did you hear some news? It passed the evaluation this morning, and I was just about to give you this good news."

On the phone,

Old Sun was in a good mood, his laughter booming.

Lin Chuan also grinned, thankful that the evaluation didn't take a year and a half; the efficiency of the Weapons Research Institute was still decent, "Since it has passed the evaluation, does that mean it can now be put into production?"

"Chief Designer Lin, I know what you're thinking," Old Sun said meaningfully.

"What am I thinking?" Lin Chuan asked back.

"Lin, I received word about your steel factory. Anling City hasn't allocated much funding, so haven't you thought about taking over the production of 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' as the first major order for the Military Factory?" Old Sun confidently speculated.

If the National Weapons Research Institute specifically requests Anling Military Factory to produce the most advanced rocket launcher, it could put pressure on Anling.

That is, to force the financial allocation of Anling City to tilt towards the Military Factory.

Old Sun, holding a high position, naturally saw through this point.

"I did think about the method you mentioned."

Lin Chuan nodded and then changed the subject, "However, I just want to know if the Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher can now enter the production stage."

"That simple?"

Old Sun paused, somewhat puzzled.

"Not that simple," Lin Chuan chuckled.

"Let's hear it."

Old Sun signaled.

Lin Chuan hesitated for a moment, "Old Sun, is it convenient for you to talk over there?"

Old Sun was alone in his office at the moment and laughed, "It's incredibly convenient."

"Then I can say it."

Lin Chuan coughed lightly and solemnly said, "I might be getting a large order."

"A large order?"

Old Sun was even more confused, "Your military factory hasn't been commissioned yet, and no one knows about it; where did the large order come from?"

"Cough, from overseas," Lin Chuan replied.

In the office,

Old Sun's hand holding the phone stiffened, the relaxed expression on his face quickly faded, replaced by seriousness, "This matter isn't a joke; who overseas placed the order?"

"Haas Armed Forces," Lin Chuan answered truthfully.

"Huh?"

Old Sun's eyebrows furrowed, "How did you get involved with Haas Armed Forces?"

"They are my readers; after reading my novel, they wanted to buy some weapons from me," Lin Chuan replied.

"Readers?"

Old Sun's face darkened, and he seemed a bit confused. "Your novel, is it a serious novel?"

The question sounded a bit odd. Which reader reads novels with the intention of buying something?

And buying military weapons at that?

"Erm, I consider it to be quite serious."

Lin Chuan's lips twitched.

The novel was serious, the author was serious, it's just that the readers were not so serious.

On the other end of the phone, Old Sun fell silent.

The key issue wasn't with the novel.

The main thing was whether Lin Chuan could take on the military weapons order from the Haas Armed Forces.

"Military goods being exported need strict control and review," Old Sun thought aloud.

"I know."

Lin Chuan nodded.

"I need to ask the old leaders about this, hold on for me," Old Sun contemplated for a long time and decided to consult his superiors.

"Okay."

Lin Chuan hung up the phone and set his mobile down.

This matter wasn't just a simple business transaction involving production and sales—there was much more at stake behind it.

Weapons could be exported.

The key was, to whom they were sold, and this was very important.

For instance, in earlier years, a camel had boldly bought 35 underdogs in the rabbit's home with official approval.

It was authorized.

As for whether the Haas Armed Forces had been approved, Lin Chuan wasn't sure.

About half an hour later.

Ring-ring-ring—

Old Sun called back.

"Old Sun, how did it go?" Lin Chuan, having waited so long, was somewhat anxious.

Currently.

This order from the Haas Armed Forces was a substantial one.

It was very possible that they would establish a long-term cooperative relationship, so Lin Chuan valued this cooperation greatly.

The workers at the steel mill also needed the military factory to start operating soon, to support their families.

"Cough cough."

Old Sun first cleared his throat, his voice deep. "Lin, I haven't been to Anling these days, have I?"

"Huh?"

Lin Chuan's eyes widened slightly. What kind of riddle was Old Sun playing?

Before Lin Chuan could respond, Old Sun continued, "I am getting old, and I've forgotten a lot. I probably indeed haven't been to Anling."

"Um, no, you haven't." Lin Chuan nodded.

"By the way, that steel mill of yours, you were originally planning to transform it into a toy factory, right?" Old Sun spoke somewhat confusedly.

Lin Chuan's eyes flickered as he caught on to Old Sun's meaning: "Yes, yes, the steel mill couldn't keep going, and we had no other choice but to consider setting up a toy factory, otherwise those workers would have to be laid off."

"Setting up a toy factory, I greatly support that!"

Old Sun earnestly said.

"Thank you, Old Sun," Lin Chuan's face was full of smiles. He then asked, "By the way, Old Sun, about these toys, doing some overseas business, that should be fine, right?"

"Some little toys, engaging in some export trade, what could be the problem? In the future, just come to me, and I'll give you special approval!"

Old Sun declared generously, his voice hearty.

"Then I'm relieved!"

A sincere smile of joy appeared on Lin Chuan's face.

The two puzzlers hung up the phone.

Afterward, Old Sun sent Lin Chuan many sample contracts about 'toy exports' and several precautions.

Lin Chuan carefully reviewed them.

It seemed, becoming an arms tycoon was not meant to be; being a toy factory owner was safer.

After seriously studying the contract samples and precautions, Lin Chuan then contacted Leo, the weapons procurement officer from the Haas Armed Forces.

The two quickly reached a preliminary intention on the 'toy trade.'

"Mr. Lin, I hope our cooperation goes smoothly," Leo could hardly conceal his excitement while speaking on the phone; his voice was quivering a bit.

"Of course."

Lin Chuan responded, then asked, "Mr. Leo, we need to know the background of your previous supplier. It's a mandatory requirement."

Leo nodded. "There aren't many large suppliers worldwide, and it's not difficult to investigate, so I'll just tell you."

"Mr. Leo, you're very frank," Lin Chuan commended.

Leo smiled. "Our previous supplier was the Morgan Group."

Inside the room.

Lin Chuan's right hand, holding the phone, suddenly stiffened.