On the night when Wang Chuanchen and Lu Jiadong embarked on their journey to Yangcheng, the British Consulate General in China in the southern suburbs of Yangcheng. In a secluded small tea restaurant, the dark lights shone on the swaying red wine. Coupled with the typical English-style layout around, people were in it as if they were back to the quiet and distant British country castle. At this time, Anderson, the military officer of the British Consulate General in China, raised his goblet filled with red wine in his hand, and said to the man sitting opposite him who looked over thirties, blonde and blue-eyed, but a little unruly:

"Mr. Bromberg, welcome to Yangcheng, China! Have a drink for us to meet again in this mysterious country of the East!"

"Haha!" Hearing the words of the British man opposite, Bromberg couldn't help but smile on his face, and then raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Cheers, Mr. Anderson!"

Then the crisp and pleasant sound of wine glasses colliding sounded on the table. After blomberg took a sip, he put down the wine glass in his hand:

"I really didn't expect that Mr. Anderson, you will be sent to China, too. How about it? Are you still used to living in China?"

"Although this place is not very modern, it suits the pastoral life in my heart!" After hearing Blomberg's question, Anderson couldn't help but straighten his waist, and both his expression and tone were all the same British gentlemanly style:

"At least there is no roar of cars on the streets, the air is fresh, and the food is purely natural. I don't know how much better it is here than the factory-style food production in our West!"

Anderson said, then lowered his head and cut the beef on his plate, but he still glanced at Bromberg opposite him inadvertently. Although he was unintentional, he felt a kind of coldness that could not be said. However, this look was only a short moment, and was soon replaced by his British gentleman smile, and then he continued with a smile:

"When it comes to China, how do Mr. Bromberg feel?"

Anderson's coldness just now was well concealed, but he still couldn't escape Bromberg's seemingly unruly eyes, but he didn't care, because he knew very well that as a major officer of the British MI6, Anderson would have problems if he didn't have such a look.

Not only that, as an internationally renowned arms broker and independent arms dealer, it is common for Blomberg to deal with intelligence agencies from all over the world. Blomberg is not surprised by this expression of doubt in person and behind his face. Because of this, when he heard Anderson's words, Blomberg did not show any discomfort, but responded with his unique smile:

"Same as you! But..." As he said that, Blomberg paused for a moment, but his pause made Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, look up in confusion. Blomberg looked at Anderson's puzzled eyes and couldn't help but show an innocent smile on his face:

"However, it would be even better if there were air conditioners like the British Consulate General everywhere in China!"

Although Bromberg's smile is so harmless and innocent, Anderson, as an intelligence officer of MI6, knows that these two words have something to do with the person opposite the intelligence agencies of multiple countries, and behind them are several world arms giants. Bromberg, who has extremely complex backgrounds, can't even touch the fur, but even so, when Anderson heard Bromberg's words, he still smiled happily:

"Haha, Mr. Bromberg, what you said is so right!" Anderson smiled happily, but soon the smile was replaced by the unique indifference of the British, and his eyes became sharper:

"Mr. Bromberg, I heard that you made a deal with the Chinese military a few months ago and made a huge profit!"

Anderson was right. Bromberg did fly to China from Seattle, the United States a few months ago, and after a series of secret and complex procedures, it reached a considerable deal with the Chinese military. However, the transaction was conducted under the conditions of its secrets and little is known to outsiders, but Anderson on the opposite side seemed to know this matter as clearly as he knew it.

If it were an ordinary person, he might be surprised and even more puzzled questions. How did Anderson know? But as a well-known arms broker who wandered between major intelligence agencies and arms dealers in the world, Bromberg knew very well that such things could not be hidden from the eyes of super intelligence agencies like the British MI6 and the US Central Intelligence Agency. So after listening to Anderson, Bromberg did not feel much surprise, but showed a faint smile as if he was talking about home, and looked at Anderson opposite and said with a smile:

"It's just a small business, no big profit!"

As soon as Bromberg finished speaking, Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, showed the unique smile of a British gentleman: "You use a batch of military chips to exchange for 600 standard military guns of the Chinese military. According to the current price of the international arms black market, each of these high-quality Chinese guns will be at least about US$800.

In this way, Mr. Bromberg, you used only a few thousand dollars of military chips to exchange for a profit worth more than half a million dollars. Such a profit margin makes many arms giants in the world salivate!"

When Anderson said this, his tone was quite envious, but Bromberg, who was sitting opposite him, could not help but stop the knife that was cutting meat, and looked up at Anderson:

"What? The British military industry also likes China's fat meat?"

Anderson was not surprised by Bromberg's super comprehension. After all, if he didn't have this expertise, he wouldn't deserve to sit opposite him and have dinner with him:

"The Chinese army is generally backward in technology and equipment needs to be updated urgently. Besides, they have to resist the powerful Soviet Union in the north, so they will be extremely urgent in equipment replacement!" Anderson's face became surprisingly serious as he said:

"Because of this, our shipbuilding and aviation industries are very interested in the Chinese market, but you also know that the Western world still has some policy barriers to China, such as China, so I would like to ask Mr. Bromberg to explore the Chinese people's tone for our British military industry during this trip to China. As for the commission after the event is completed..."

"Sorry, Mr. Anderson, I can't accept your kindness!" Before Anderson finished speaking, Blomberg refused Anderson's request very simply, which surprised Anderson, but Blomberg did not stop the rhythm of speaking for this:

"At least not now, Mr. Anderson, you have also seen it. I came here to you with a certificate issued by the US government. The documents submitted to you also include the CIA documents, so..."

"Oh?" As soon as Blomberg was halfway through his words, Anderson raised his brows: "How come I heard that you are not hired by any American arms giant now, but chose the International Space Research Company, which is based in Belgium?"

"This..." After hearing Anderson's words, Bromberg was stunned for a moment, but then he covered up with his unruly smile:

"Mr. Anderson, I think you also heard about this artillery madman when you were in Europe. Will you feel relieved to put such a restless guy in your country?"

Although Bromberg didn't say it clearly, Anderson knew very well that Bromberg must have a larger force behind him, otherwise, with his nature of pursuing profits, he would definitely not look down on a small, fledgling company like International Space Research Company, and it would be even more impossible to reject his kindness for this, so he nodded:

"It's true. I heard that this guy is going to transfer part of his technology to an Austrian arms company. If this is better, I'm afraid..." As he said that, a light flashed in Anderson's eyes:

"Will this lunatic want to sell his technology to China?"

"He does have such an idea!" After hearing Anderson's words, Bromberg couldn't help but nodded: "But although his idea is very good, he is just a nerd from a high-tech background. Not to mention China, he has almost zero connections in other places, so he can only entrust me to work with him, but this is good, at least he can know what he is going to do!"

"In addition, I think you can make a lot of money!"

"The commission for such a small company is not worth mentioning at all!" As soon as Anderson finished speaking, Bromberg waved his hand, and Anderson, who was sitting opposite him, shook the wine glass in front of him, and said with a little meaning:

"I'm wondering now how much meat can the five half-true and half-false technical materials in your hands be cut from the Chinese!"

Bromberg did not show any discomfort because of Anderson's words. Since he entered the British consulate, everything on his body has no longer been a secret to the British. Anderson, who is a common trick that international arms brokers take both sides, knows it even more. In addition, China has just been in contact with the arms trade. For this kind of fat and fledgling rookie in the arms market, Bromberg, who has never been a philanthropist, doesn't care about opening his bloody mouth and taking another bite on the Chinese!

Just as he thought that this was the case, Bromberg did not feel uncomfortable after hearing Anderson's words, but instead gave him a calm smile:

"It should be much more than changing the chip to the gun!"

"I hope I can bite a piece of fat for our British military industry next time!" Anderson raised the wine glass in his hand, and Bromberg, who was sitting opposite him, also raised the wine glass:

"After this end, we will pave the way for your British military industry to explore the wind and start a massacre!"
Chapter completed!