At the headquarters of the Bosque Club, a small conference room built with red bricks still maintains the style of the Soviet era, except that the portrait on the wall has been replaced by that of Father Lu. After two days of long negotiations, Big Ivan

We and Bosque finally reached an agreement on a reasonable price acceptable to both parties. But now we are negotiating for another deal.

On both sides of the long conference table, Bosque and Valentin, as well as Shi Quan and Ivan the Great were seated respectively.

After crushing the burnt cigarette butt in the ashtray, Shi Quan stood up and closed the half-open glass window, "Mr. Bosque, your conditions are too harsh, and I can't agree to it."

"Aren't your conditions harsh?"

Bosque scratched his hair as if it had been electrocuted by Dr. Yang, "Except for the train guns and Tigers, the other things in your museum are simply rubbish, but it is impossible to get 70% of the profit from just these two things.

possible."

"But you didn't"

Shi Quan calmly sat back down and said in an unhurried tone, "Let's not talk about the Tiger style. After all, it is not unique to me, but apart from my museum, you can only find the French cannon for that railway cannon."

Or if you talk to the Americans, do you think they would be willing to let you take it apart and play with it, or would they be willing to let you use it to make a movie?"

"We don't necessarily need train guns."

"If it is really not necessary, there is no need to talk from nine in the morning to two in the afternoon." Shi Quan spread his hands, "Or how about we just stop talking about this matter?"

"Yuri, why don't we all take a step back?" Valentin knocked on the table with a headache. This was the first time he saw such an aggressive side of Shi Quan.

"It's not impossible for each of us to take a step back."

Seeing the hopeful look in the eyes of the two people sitting opposite, Shi Quan thought for a moment and said, "Let's just set up a film and television and media company in Belarus together. I admit that you may have the best technology, but even if I don't play games, I know

, it is a very expensive thing to make good pictures.

Besides, I am a dirt digger. Today I dig the Eastern Front battlefield, and tomorrow I dig the North African battlefield. Maybe the day after tomorrow I will be blown into pieces by an aerial bomb. Instead of working hard and investing huge sums of money to jointly operate a battlefield, I don’t know if it will be possible.

A company that makes money might as well take more rest."

"Tell me what you think"

Bosque resisted the urge to stuff his cane into Shiquan's nostrils and urged. Although he uses those war relics to do business in game modeling and movie props, after all, it is not as good as making money by making games and making movies, but everyone knows

, whether making games or making movies, they all require high costs. And this is why he is willing to sit down and talk with Shi Quan.

"Investment is impossible, but you can scan and model all the collections in my museum or use them to shoot movies, but the condition is that they can only be done in my museum. In addition, whether the results of the modeling are used as

Props for filming movies are all charged based on time units. The former is charged on a yearly basis, while the latter is charged on an hourly basis. The specific price will be discussed based on the actual situation."

"Yuri, you are too greedy." Bossk said in a nagging voice.

"We in China have a saying that the wool comes from the sheep. You contact the customer, negotiate the price, and finally we will discuss the share ratio. In addition to the Dragon and Bear War Museum, Mr. Andre's Baron Museum and China's Maritime Museum

We can also talk about the collection.”

"In addition, the more representative weapons and equipment in these two museums include Panther tanks, No. 4 self-propelled anti-tank guns, Type 21 submarines and a BV138 seaplane."

Big Ivan added in harmony, "Believe me, you will only lose more if you talk to Mr. Andre yourself, because he does not need to make money with his treasure collection."

"Make a decision quickly," Valentin urged. "I was just here to pick someone up, but your negotiations have already wasted my entire morning."

"Just do what you say." The dizzy Bosque finally had no choice but to agree to Shi Quan's conditions. If he didn't agree, there was nothing he could do. If he didn't have it, he could only let others slaughter him. As for attracting investment to make movies and games,

We can only put it aside for now and talk about it later.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." Shi Quan took the initiative to reach out his hand and shook it with the other party.

After bidding farewell to the Bosque Club, everyone in the club boarded the bus and headed straight to the Stalin Defense Line Museum with a bullet-shaped USB flash drive. This USB flash drive contained edited footage of them riding in tanks and firing on targets. I have to admit.

What's more, Bosque Club has maximized the value of the remaining World War II equipment that was once buried deep in the ground.

At the same time, this also reminded Shi Quan that there are indeed many collections in his museum, but it is also a waste if it is just placed there quietly. This waste is not a simple economic loss. In any case, after all the hard work,

No matter how well-maintained the collections brought back by Wan Ku are, they will one day be scrapped.

And people will always change, and when time goes by long enough, one day they will lose interest in war equipment including train guns. Apart from anything else, if anyone now gives Shi Quan a weapon that was once

The Ruger P08 and even the rank military ring that are regarded as treasures will probably only be greeted with a few polite exclamations.

Thinking of this, Shi Quan looked at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window, but was secretly thinking about how to make those collections move. Even if he couldn't create more value, he should at least give more people a chance to see them.

Instead of letting these steel warriors who once galloped on the battlefield hide in the deep mountains and forests waiting for the day they will be forgotten like the miser Andre.

While Shi Quan was thinking wildly, the bus finally drove into the Stalin Defense Line Museum after more than an hour of turbulence.

Before anyone could get out of the car, Big Ivan stopped Valentin and asked, "Let's first agree that we won't sell anything this time, right? If that's the case, we don't have to get out of the car."

"No, this time I will only take you to see the things I plan to sell to you." Valentin was unusually confident this time. He believed that what he presented would definitely arouse Shi Quan's interest.

After hearing this, everyone felt a little relieved and followed Valentin out of the bus one after another. They entered an area in the parking lot that was obviously temporarily isolated.

"Everything you can see here can be sold to you." Valentin said proudly.

Seemingly satisfied with the dull expressions on the faces of Shi Quan and others, Valentin cleared his throat and continued, "The three vehicles here are from the Minsk Automobile Factory. Among the heavy-duty tractor trucks and trucks produced before the collapse of the Soviet Union, they are the most unique.

Representative mass production model.

Although they do look a little awkward because they have been parked for too long, in fact they have just been stored in the warehouse for too long. If you ignore the circuit system inside, they are not much different from new cars, and I have made arrangements before you came.

People have tested it and they all start normally."

"Can this thing be sold too?"

Shi Quan looked at the behemoth that was so close and asked with fear, if it was the other two, that would be fine. After all, whether it was MAZ537 or MAZ543, he had seen it more than once, and there was even one in the radar station now.

Used both as an exhibit and as a tractor 537.

But the monster parked next to these two big guys is different. It is a MAZ-7917 with 14 tires! To put it more simply, it is a transport and launch vehicle that was once used to carry Topol ballistic missiles!

"It's just a chassis."

Valentin said with a smile, "And not only has it been decommissioned a long time ago, but the fire control system inside has been removed, so it doesn't matter whether you transport it to Russia or China. Of course, whether it can be driven on the road legally, I

I can’t guarantee that.”

Valentin's clumsy joke did not amuse anyone present. Everyone raised their necks and looked at the trapezoidal depression in the middle of the cab of this behemoth. It is hard to imagine that this big guy with a length of 18 and a half meters has ever been carried on his back.

That big stick woke up many people from their sleep and kept them awake all night.

After a while, Shi Quan turned his head, looked at Valentin stupidly and asked, "Can you deliver the goods to your door?"

"As long as the price is right," Valentin said with a smile, "If you can buy a few more units, maybe I can find a way to sell you an extra 79221."

Shi Quan nodded silently, stroked the thick front bumper of the car and continued walking into the parking lot. After passing this scary big guy, no matter what T-54 tank he subconsciously counted "12345"

, or the rusty BTR-60 armored vehicle with punctured tires, or the fairly well-maintained Katyusha, it seems that they have lost all their charm and become useless.

Shi Quan stopped looking at the engineering vehicles produced after World War II. He turned around and asked, "Mr. Valentin, don't tell me that these are all pulled from the combat readiness warehouse."

Valentin spread his hands and said bluntly, "If you plan to go to Ukraine to find that arms fat man Boroshenk, unless you buy the Ukrainian equipment that can be used to launch a war, the only antiques he can provide are what you see now.

That’s it, so instead of giving the opportunity to Boroshenk, it’s better to satisfy your appetite before he does.”

"That 7917 too?" Big Ivan asked an inappropriate question.

"Just think of it as commemorating the friendship between us," Valentin made a perfunctory excuse, "Of course, again, if you want more, it's no problem, whether it's Russia or China, as long as the price

Anything suitable can be delivered.”

"One... no, two, two are enough." Shi Quan patted the tall tire, "Ivan, help me discuss the price with Mr. Valentin's people. I want the 7917 chassis.

Two.”

"Follow me!" Valentin smiled and led everyone towards the complex building they had visited once before.

Halfway through, he turned back and took one last look at the monster in the parking lot. Shi Quan couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, what can Bai Yang do? What can 7917 do? Doesn't it hurt that Tian is still the same kid?

But sigh, sigh, the corpse of the Soviet Union is completely cold. Naturally, it is not his turn as an outsider born and raised with a Chinese ID card to worry about the issue of "unfilial descendants". Compared with these invisible and intangible things, he should consider at this time

is another important question, where does the money come from?

Now there are still more than two million in the card. Of course, you can make some money by selling these two batches of antiques to Huo Heng, but if you want to keep the tanks and artillery that the Bosque Club is interested in and the MAZ7917 behind you, I am afraid that you will still have to pay some money.

You have to put some in there.
Chapter completed!