Chapter 111: Zipper opened

Inside the smoky house, there was an inexplicable smell.
Smith was sitting behind his desk, wiping his face with a napkin, and Latif could even see the lipstick marks on his face.
Seeing Latif, Smith stopped, stood up, walked over with open arms, and smiled exaggeratedly: "Latif, my old friend, I am so happy to meet you, this time, Is there any good news to share with me? You know, recently, in order to feed the mouths of the refugees at your border, I was so busy."
Latif hugged Smith helplessly, then sat on the sofa, took off his military cap and placed it on hand.
Smith turned to the wine cabinet in the corner of the room and asked, "La Tiff, what's the order? How about the whisky? Oh, sorry, I forgot. Your doctrine states that you must not drink. Well, if you don’t mind, I think Have a drink by yourself. You know, I have been under a lot of pressure recently at work, and I need to relax from time to time. I blame the bear. I flew here from Hawaii’s beach full of bikini beauties and brought you a cup of soda. How about the water?"
"No, please give me a glass of water, thank you."
"Well, whatever you want, here, this is your water."
Latif took the glass that Smith handed over, took a small sip, and put it on the coffee table beside him, and Smith had already leaned over: "I said, man, don’t keep your face all day, okay, life is full of difficulties. , And it’s also full of fun, isn’t it? Look at me, I was sent here from the sunny beach, so I don’t want to have some fun for myself, right?

After all, he didn’t care about La Tiff’s expression, he sat down on the sofa next to him, then stretched out his arm to embrace La Tiff’s shoulder and continued: "Man, look at your expression today. The news has brought me? Then there must be bad news, well, for the sake of old friends, I am willing to share the pain with you, tell me, and see what I can do for you, you know, I am a well-known person in the caring philanthropy world."
Latif couldn't bear Smith's words, so he said straightforwardly: "Mr. Smith, we are old friends who have met many times. I am here this time. There is indeed something we need your help."
Seeing Smith’s raised eyebrows, Latif continued to say in a sincere tone: "My colleague Colonel Mahmoud, this time I went to China and saw a very interesting gadget. He thinks this gadget can be greatly improved. The current combat situation on Afkhan’s side, so I want to buy some back for fun, but you know, we don’t have much money, so I thought you might be able to help."
"China?"
Smith curled his lips contemptuously and replied: "What good stuff do they have? They are still imitations of the second-hand goods that should have been thrown into the trash in the 1950s and 1960s, and they are still inferior imitations. You should go to the military attache of the embassy. They are in charge of military aid, but as far as I know, they cannot buy Huaxia military equipment.
Besides, I am a charitable organization here. I only care about humanitarian materials such as food, medicine and clothing, and at most civilian equipment. You know, the materials I enter and exit here are all under the supervision of the United Nations. "
Latif cursed secretly in her heart, who doesn't know what's hidden under your charity skin, everyone is smart, pretending to be a big tail wolf.
But now that he is asking for help, he has to wave his hands with a smiling face and say, "No, no, Mr. Smith, you misunderstood. This is not military equipment, but a little gadget invented by a kid who loves photography. It is definitely The equipment for civilian use is not produced by the Chinese military or military-controlled enterprises, and it fully meets the standards of civilian equipment. I can guarantee that."
"Oh? What is that?"
Latif took out the sketch drawn by Mahmoud and several photos. He pointed to the sketch and said: "This is the one from China. I call this a quadcopter drone. According to the site observation The actual Colonel Mahmoud said that its main function is to take pictures. As far as I know, this aircraft can fly to an altitude of 800 meters or more, leaving it blank for 15 minutes, and flying at a maximum speed of 6 meters per second. Take 36 photos. You see, these are the actual effects of the photos."
Smith was shocked when he saw the picture. He has never heard of this gadget in his own country. After all, those arms groups in the US are all big guys. They must be aggressive and domineering. Only this can reflect the war of the US. Power, who can see this gadget? What's more, it is for civilian use?
However, the effect of this camera is really good. Although he is only a half-hearted agent, he has seen a lot of natural knowledge and knowledge. Many years of CIA career have not been completely for nothing. He immediately realized that this gadget is against the battlefield, especially the low-intensity local battlefield. The tactical significance of this, if this thing is as good as the Brigadier General Latif said, then put it on Afu Khan, and Teddy Bear will have fun.
Thinking back and forth in his mind, on the surface, he was still calm, and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, Huaxia can actually make such interesting gadgets, so let me go back to your country and ask. There is no such thing, Brigadier General Latif, can you leave me with this picture? How many quadcopters do you want at one time? And if China is talking about mass production, how much is one?"
Latif saw Smith’s thoughts and smiled and said, "Of course you can, but you must return it to me tomorrow. I only have this one. I heard Colonel Mahmoud said that if you want mass production, it is expected The price of this is 10,000 US dollars. By the way, he also said that in order to produce this, a large amount of carbon fiber is needed. China cannot produce it by itself, and you are not allowed to sell it. This issue must be considered."
"Well, I will report to the country, wait for my news."
Seeing that the business had been done, Latif had no intention of staying in this room full of indescribable smells, so he got up and said goodbye.
As usual, Smith wanted to give him a big hug. Latif pressed to Smith’s ear and said,
Mr. Smith, the profit in this civilian business will not be small, and it’s very clean. Oh, yes, I forgot to remind you just now. , The zipper of your pants is open."
After all, regardless of Smith's constipation-like expression on his face, he laughed and went out.
Smith stood there for a long time, muttering a few words in succession: "Fak, Fak, Fak!" Then he hopped and closed the zipper, and yelled in the office: "Sophie, Sophie. , Where are you? Pick me up with Langley, pick me up with Director Connery, I want to call, I want to send a fax, I have very important things to report immediately!"