Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2626 Persian Scimitar
The convoy quickly passed through the city and arrived at the northwest of Sijiu City.

In the bus at the rear of the convoy, the people from Persia looked at everything in front of them with full curiosity.

The leader of this team was none other than Moshidov's old butler, who was also the representative who came to negotiate "business" on behalf of Moshidov, Alireza Beilanwanlong.

Of course, he also had a personal mission, which was to visit the young master and see if it was as he said on the phone.

Besides, this is the purpose of this visit.

There were a total of fifty pilots accompanying the trip, and these fifty were the maximum number that Mosidov could mobilize.

Of course, if these fifty people can master the aircraft provided by China and grow up, they will be able to rampage in Persia.

With the addition of the Persian cavalry composed of Type 91 tanks and Kuiniu armored vehicles, Mosidov's power will increase dramatically.

Among these fifty people, Captain Hodaird Aziz is a special pilot with more than 19 flying hours. Although the aircraft he flies are all MiG-21 and MiG- series, the experience accumulated over the years has made him famous in the Persian flying team.

Because of this, he was appointed as captain by Mosidov and was responsible for the management of the team.

In addition to the captain, Hodaird Aziz, there are five team leaders.

Although these five people's driving experience is not as good as that of Captain Aziz, their skills are still second to none in the country.

As for the rest, they are basically "newbies" who have just learned the skills of flying an airplane.

That's right, in Persia, or under Mosidov, there were not so many planes for pilots to get enough training.

Moreover, systematic training was impossible in Persia.

Mosidov sent these people to the city of Sijiu, not only to help them adapt to the purchased aircraft in advance, but also to ask them to help train a group of qualified pilots.

Of course, the money will not be small.

After all, as Mosidov owned several large oil fields at that time, the thing he had the most was money.

In Mosidov's eyes, anything that can be settled with money is not a problem.

The real thing is that money can't buy it.

Fortunately, he cooperated with Huaxia.

In the car, Aziz sat with the old butler, looking at the scenery outside the window, and then asked, "Old man, is this the Forty-Nine City?"

The old butler nodded, glanced out the window, and said with a smile, "Yes, this is the Forty-Nine City."

"I stayed here last time when I accompanied my master."

“The people here are very hospitable and can drink a lot.”

When Aziz heard the word "can drink", his eyes immediately lit up.

When the old butler saw that the other party was getting excited, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.

When he was in Persia, this guy was a famous drunkard.

If the other party hadn't been a drunkard and acted recklessly many times, he wouldn't have been unable to advance in the flight team.

However, such people are easy to be used by them.

"When the time comes, you can try Chinese liquor, especially Erguotou, which is really..."

The old butler stroked his beard and sighed with emotion!
"Old man, what do you think the plane we are going to fly looks like?"

“Will it be better than the MiG-21 we fly?”

A curious voice came from behind, and the speaker was Azari Karimi, one of the five team leaders.

The old butler took a look at Azari Karimi and knew that this guy was a bit of a troublemaker, but his technical skills were impeccable. He once flew a MiG-21 to repel a stupid Camel Mirage plane that had crossed the border, and won great honor.

However, this achievement also aroused opposition within the dynasty, which believed that it was too radical and likely to cause conflicts, so it was marginalized.

Later, under the recruitment of Mosidov's forces, he chose to join without hesitation.

The old butler turned around, stroked his beard and smiled faintly, "Miguel? Kalimi, you have to take a long-term view!"

Karimi frowned, and then heard the old butler say leisurely, "Do you know how long it takes for their planes to fly over Hasa?"

"Do you know how long it took them to send the plane to Mo City?"

“And these are all aircraft they developed themselves.”

"Do you think the Alliance's MiGs can do it?"

Hearing this, Azari Karimi opened his mouth and then smiled bitterly.

Not to mention the Alliance's MiG, even if you look around among all the Alliance's aircraft, you won't find one that can compare to the Baiju.

Thinking of this, Kalimi immediately asked, "Old man, are we driving the White Horse this time?"

"It would be great if it was a plane like that!"

As Kalimi finished speaking, everyone in the carriage immediately looked up with hope.

When they were called together, they did not know the destination of their trip. It was only after they boarded the plane to China that they knew what to do.

But they also wanted to know what kind of plane this person was flying.

The old butler changed into a comfortable position and continued, "What a sweet dream you are having!"

"If you had a perfect airplane like this, would you sell it?"

"That's not for sale. They won't sell it no matter how much money you pay!"

Everyone thought it made sense, after all, only China had that kind of aircraft so far.

It is precisely this kind of uniqueness that makes the United States and the Alliance wary.

After all, it can penetrate from high altitudes, and with aerial refueling technology, it can really threaten them if it really goes all out.

This is also the reason why they only dare to use political tactics within the rules.

Kalimi felt somewhat disappointed when he heard the old butler say this.

But he quickly reacted and asked, "What kind of plane are we flying?"

The old butler laughed again and said, "Do you know the Desert Eagle of Camel?"

Now everyone in the car nodded.

"The Desert Eagle is a redesign based on the J-8, and its performance is much better than the Mirage III."

Aziz nodded immediately. "I heard that the Camel chased Pharaoh's Mirage III and almost made it fall into the sea. This plane is very powerful, with good speed and altitude!"

"Awesome? Then do you know the code name of Desert Eagle in China?"

Without waiting for anyone to speak, the old butler gave the answer himself, "Let me tell you, this Desert Eagle is called the J-8-B here."

"And what we are going to fly is the J-8-C!"

After saying this, everyone in the car suddenly understood.

Just follow the order and things will get better and better.

The old butler pretended to be mysterious and said, "So, this J-8-C is a fighter that is more powerful than the Desert Eagle." "Really?"

A group of pilots asked excitedly.

Who doesn’t want to fly a good fighter jet, soar in the blue sky, and defend the country?
The old butler nodded proudly, "Of course."

"The owner even named the plane."

The car fell silent again, and everyone was waiting for the old butler to speak.

The old butler did not disappoint everyone, and said earnestly and devoutly, "This plane will become a scimitar that cuts through the haze, bringing light and honor."

"So, this plane is also called the Persian Scimitar!"

"Persian scimitar? Great."

Karimi shouted excitedly, and then muttered in his seat, "I really want to fly a Persian Scimitar and fight with the pilots here."

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

The convoy soon arrived at the camp arranged by Sijiu City.

The person in charge of the camp's security is also Yang Xiaotao's acquaintance, the eldest son of the Xu family, Xu Jianghe.

This camp is not far from the aircraft factory, probably for the convenience of training.

The convoy stopped, Yang Xiaotao got out of the car and helped open the door.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Peng came down one after another, and Wang Minghai and Xu Jianghe each brought a group of people to greet them.

On the bus at the back, the old butler led a group of people off the bus and soon came to the crowd.

"Mr. Beilan Wanlong, this is where the next training will be held."

Mr. Chen stepped forward to greet them and introduced Wang Minghai and others.

As they were talking, a plane began to land above their heads.

Everyone looked over and soon heard shouts from the Persian team.

"That's Lan Ju, I've seen him in a photo!"

"Oh, it's so beautiful, it's like a powerful war god, I want to fly this kind of plane!"

"Stop dreaming!"

"Look, what are those two planes? They're about to land!"

Someone else pointed to the sky, and two planes that were obviously much smaller than the Blue Horse began to land.

The aircraft is light green in color, and you can tell from its appearance that it is a twin-engine fighter operated by a single operator.

Some people saw the plane landing and couldn't help but speculate.

Later, this speculation was confirmed. This was their future vehicle, the Persian Scimitar!

As a result, everyone's eyes became hot again.

"Dear Mr. Chen, Mr. Peng, and Mr. Yang, thank you all for your help."

The old butler greeted sincerely and then introduced the people behind him.

Since both parties already knew their goals, there was no need for politeness. After getting to know each other, Wang Minghai arranged them to the base.

Afterwards, the old butler followed Mr. Peng and the other two to the conference room, and Yang Xiaotao temporarily acted as an interpreter!

After a brief greeting, the old butler got down to business.

"Dear Mr. Peng, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Yang!"

As usual, he greeted the three people cordially, and then continued, "When I came, my Lord Mosidov very solemnly thanked you for your selfless help, and brought my Lord's sincere greetings!"

Mr. Peng and the other two looked at each other, and finally it was Mr. Chen who came out to greet them.

"Mr. Beilan Wanlong, thank you for your greetings. There is a basis for cooperation between our two sides, and it is also a bridge of our friendship..."

After a round of flattery from both sides, the old butler finally revealed the key point.

"Three gentlemen, my Lord hopes that while deepening the relationship between the two sides, we can also further cooperate economically!"

"We very much hope that you can increase your support for Persia and build more factories."

"We will provide the best treatment..."

While translating, Yang Xiaotao glanced at the old butler and understood.

Many factories and enterprises have been established in the previous cooperation. Now they are required to build another factory, which may not be easy.

Sure enough, the old housekeeper spoke again, "Of course, we believe that necessary protective measures should be allowed, so my master's idea is to open up an industrial park for you to manage independently, and at the same time you can recruit your personnel to serve as workers and guards..."

When Yang Xiaotao finished translating these words, Mr. Peng and Mr. Chen were a little confused. They even looked at Yang Xiaotao, wanting to confirm whether there were any translation errors.

Under Yang Xiaotao's affirmative gaze, the two fell into deep thought.

What kind of industrial park is this? To put it bluntly, it's just a fucking garrison base!
This bait smells so good!

The two looked at each other and were both moved.

But the next second, both of them smiled again.

Yang Xiaotao saw the two people's expressions change quickly, and he didn't know what they were thinking.

However, Mr. Chen did not give a direct answer, but smiled and said, "Regarding economic cooperation, we are based on the principles of mutual benefit, fairness and justice..."

Yang Xiaotao translated casually, but he always felt that Mr. Chen's answer was a little irrelevant.

But he is just a translator now.

After the end, there was no clear answer to this question.

Yang Xiaotao also gradually understood what Mr. Chen and Mr. Peng meant through mechanical translation.

Some things don't need to be said.

Some things can be done, but you have to do it in a different way.

As for quagmires, fire pits and the like, as long as there is no agreement on paper, we will never delay giving up when it is time to do so.

What's more, according to Western values, aren't agreements meant to be torn up?
The only thing we can believe in is the "virtue" passed down from ancient times.

And China possesses precisely this convincing virtue.

The two sides didn't chat for long in the conference room, and soon the old butler got up and left.

He also had a very important mission, which was to visit Arafat.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Peng gave Yang Xiaotao a few words of instruction, asking him to treat the guests well, and then left in the car.

Yang Xiaotao led the old butler and two servants to the Ninth Department.