After I heard this, I frowned and said, "In other words, this small African country G introduced aviation technology to the West and then sold it to us, right?" I shook my head: "Isn't it too obvious to do so?"
Ren Lei remained calm, but there was a smile in his eyes: "Chen, many things in politics are not so simple... Do you know which country leads the so-called technical barriers of Western countries?"
"America." I still know this.
"Then I can tell you that the Americans are very clear about our devious technology purchase this time! Because it is the Americans who sold these six technologies to country G."
I froze.
"Let's put it this way... Chen Yang." Ren Lei took another puff of his cigarette, calmly, and asked me slowly: "First of all, let me ask you, you just saw the information on country G, and the area of a country is only the size of our province. A large country, a small backward African country, a small African country with a population of several million, whose GDP is not even as rich as that of a middle-class family in the United States... and the six aviation technologies, although not very top-notch, are It is exactly the high-end technology we need at present.” He spread his hands and made a gesture: “One is a small African country that is impoverished and coups have occurred frequently, and the other is high-end technology for aviation. If a small African country wants such technology, it Can it be useful by itself? Do you expect country G to be able to build its own aircraft? Their army is still using guns eliminated by other countries! Let alone building their own aircraft, they don’t even have their own factories for producing cars! Even idiots know that these six technologies are useless to country G itself. They want these six technologies, and there is only one possibility, which is to resell them to other countries.”
Speaking of this, he glanced at me: "You understand this truth, and I understand it too. Americans are not idiots, don't they understand? Besides, the CIA has a lot of influence in Africa, and they must know about our operations. But It's a secret that everyone knows, and they acquiesce."
"Technical barriers have existed for more than half a century. Think about how much the world has changed in the past half century. The Soviet Union disintegrated, the Cold War ended, and the European Union was established... A technical barrier established in the old era has become outdated The Americans themselves know it. But the problem is...the existence of this technical barrier has a special historical background. To remove this barrier, it will take a long time to slowly disintegrate it. It is impossible for the Americans to do this with great fanfare. And to be honest, many technologies, even if the Americans don’t sell them, we still have other channels to get them. The EU is already engaged in economic confrontation with the United States. Some countries in Europe are willing to cooperate with us. In such a situation, a technical barrier , has become a deaf ear, it is just a decoration. In private, we are using many, many ways to introduce various technologies we need... and what we are doing now is just one of them. Moreover, There is another cunning thing about the Americans... The reason why they have been slow to propose the removal of technical barriers is to make money! Because of technical barriers, it is impossible for other countries to openly transfer technology to us. And the Americans are the leaders of this barrier. They We can take this thing as a shackle on our heads and blackmail it at any time. Moreover, because of technical barriers, in the agreement countries, others do not sell technology, but this American, who is the boss, sells technology secretly. This is making money !"
I understand, set up a game rule to prevent others from doing business, but I am doing it secretly. Sure enough, cunning!
"There are many, many reasons... Once anything is related to politics, it is not so simple." Ren Lei said slowly: "The Americans know very well that we actually purchased these six technologies in the name of G country. This has been acquiesced. As long as we make the surface clean and superficial, who can’t do it? In name, we haven’t violated the technical barriers, so that’s fine. But in fact, everyone I know it well."
"What about me? What's the point of my existence?" I frowned.
"You are a Canadian investment businessman." Ren Lei smiled slyly: "Whatever you do in Africa has nothing to do with us...at least in name it has nothing to do with us. This matter cannot be done without you...because country G cannot be regarded as a country The technology is transferred to us in the name of the country. These will be clearly written in the technology transfer clause. The United States sells technology to country G, but country G cannot sell it to us... At the national level, technology is not allowed to be transferred. But... Civilian companies are Yes! That is to say, we cannot directly purchase the six technologies from country G, but we can purchase them from the soon-to-be-established 'East Africa United Airlines'. This is just a cover that everyone knows well. Although everyone knows We know it well. But we still need to use this cover, because the Americans are acquiescing now. God knows if they will use this matter as news of international influence in the future to hype it up. Or in the meeting of countries that have agreed on technical barriers They sued us, saying that we obtained technology illegally... so everything is just exploiting loopholes in the treaty. But at least we did not explicitly violate the relevant clauses. Even if the Americans make a fuss about this matter afterwards, they can’t pick it Something went wrong. Therefore, your cover is also necessary."
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The violent air turbulence made the fuselage of the plane shake like it was about to fall apart. This old former Soviet "Young Fox" military transport aircraft is not known how old it is, and the inside of the fuselage is so dilapidated that people can't help but think of the trash cans in the alleys in Vancouver. The roar of the propellers gave me a headache.
The leather surface of the plane's seats has long been torn, and the discolored sea surface inside is exposed... Hell, I even feel that when the airflow is strong, the iron skin in the plane does not know where to rattle!
"If I can land safely, I will never come to Africa to take this kind of plane again in my life!" I sighed in my seat.
Qiao Qiao next to her looked calm, and she even listened to music with her MP4.
In addition to the flight crew members, there were two black men on the plane, who looked like tough men. Their trousers showed the handle of a dagger, but there was a hint of sinister look in their eyes.
We took off from Cairo Airport in the evening, then transferred to a small country in East Africa, and then went to the capital airport of that small country. After waiting all night, we finally waited for this "special plane" sent by General Kunta of country G to pick us up. "!" !
The two black soldiers didn't know whether to protect us or monitor us. Anyway, I always felt that their eyes were a bit malicious, and they kept talking in low-pitched native languages.
Moreover, their gazes were very unfriendly. Hammer beside me could not help but stare back at the unfriendly gazes they felt, and the other party also raised their chins without showing any weakness, their eyes full of provocation.
However, they have always behaved well, sitting still.
Afterwards I heard that not only does this poor country G not have its own air force, it even has only a few military aircraft. And the Soviet Cub Fox military transport plane we took in the 1950s and 1960s is already their presidential plane.
It seems that the president of this small African country, Mr. Kunta, is not doing very well. I laughed maliciously in my heart.
Near noon, the plane began to land obviously, and the fuselage shook more violently. I could even clearly feel the fuselage swaying from side to side. I looked out the window, and the plane flew through a jungle and then landed On a vacant lot that could barely be called an "airport"!
This so-called airport has only a dilapidated runway, a tall tower, and a bad warehouse underneath, and nothing else.
When the plane finally landed on the ground, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Under the intense turbulence, the runway at the airport raised a large amount of yellow dust, which is enough to show how "flat" the runway is!
The two black soldiers pushed the door of the cabin a few times and did not open it. They simply kicked it hard twice with their feet, and then let us go down the ladder.
I stepped down the ladder and vigorously fanned the dust in front of me. look around...
The airport apparently sprang out of a jungle. There were jungles and mountains all around, and the air smelled of some kind of wild animal droppings. When I stepped on the ground, several black soldiers who were waiting around immediately surrounded me. They held automatic rifles in their hands and wore green military uniforms, but they all looked sloppy. Their black skin was oily and shiny under the sun.
A burly black man with a beret on one side came up to me. He looked fierce, stared at me several times, and asked in French, "Mr. Chen?"
Qiao Qiao translated it for me, and I nodded.
"Come with us." He was not polite at all, just waved his hand, and then a large group of black soldiers surrounded me and my people, half-protected and half-surveilled, and walked to the edge of the airport, where several cars were parked , are so dilapidated that one wonders if they were picked up from abandoned factories. And the jeep in the front had a machine gun mounted on it, and the yellow ammunition chains were lazily laid out on the shelf. I sat in the first car with Jojo and the hammer, and the big black man in the beret was sitting next to us. I saw a machete on his waist. It was red and black on it, obviously for many years The blood rust left behind!