How much could he sell it for if he ran to the 200th Guardian's Residence and set up a stall?
Brother Chennan couldn't be bothered to count the numbers because they were all bits and pieces. Half of the blue equipment was bought and half given away, and the harvest was about a few thousand resources.
Selling them at 15 resources per piece was considered a small profit because she had gambled 10 resources for these pieces of equipment. If she had used the decomposition machine to recover the resources, it would only be half of the selling price.
The highlight of this trip was yet to come…
Bismeow coughed, not quite understanding why this merchant lady was still not leaving. She kept staring at him, making the situation very awkward.
"Are you interested in upgrading your air defense system?”Brother Chennan rubbed his hands, and his Profiteer Points kept rising.
"Not really." Beesmeow replied swiftly.
Guardian's Residence No. 200's biggest enemies were DeepSea and the neighboring ship B, Iron Blood.
It was well known that the deep-sea ship ladies lacked intelligence. The attack aircraft formation of the deep-sea aircraft carrier only knew how to fly head-on. They did not maneuver and did not play any tactics. A large group of ship ladies lined up in a horizontal formation and exposed the side of the ship. They could shoot down all of them with a few rounds of barrage.
The Predator didn't have an aircraft carrier, so the air defense pressure was even smaller. In fact, Beesmeow didn't have any air defense cannons at all. It was only equipped with a white 37 hand-pulled machine.
Although it was rotten, it was not useless.
"What if the Guardian's Residence next door is developing aircraft carriers?”Brother Nan said softly.
Beesmeow's eyes were filled with killing intent. He dragged Brother Nan into a meeting room in the Guardian's Residence. He did not want to interrogate him, but he just wanted to talk about this topic in private.
"How do you know that those b * tches are developing aircraft carriers and that they really have the ability?”asked Bees meow.
Brother Chennan planned to pretend to be a fishing boat girl and a wandering merchant to the end. He thought about his words and made sure that there were no logical loopholes before he spoke.
"Some time ago, when I was setting up a stall in Guardian's Residence No. 199, the ship B asked me if I had any powerful carrier aircraft and aircraft carrier hangar components.”
After hearing this, Beesmeow felt that things were not good. If that was the case, the Predators might not be developing the aircraft carrier, but they might already have it. They might buy the blueprints from other places, or they might directly hire the aircraft carrier.
However, there was another possibility. The Predator didn't have an aircraft carrier at all. It was just that this profiteer wanted to promote his air defense system and fabricated information to raise the price.
Brother Chennan put on a look of disbelief and leaned back in his chair, waiting for a reply.
"Alright, how much do you need?" Bismarck hesitated for a long time and finally compromised.
"5,000 for a set, including search radar, fire control radar, launcher, and air defense missiles.”
"If you want to add launchers and missiles, you only need to pay an additional 1,000 resources.”
As he spoke, Brother Chennan took out the mini ship suit from his Dimensional Pocket. The small radar and missile launcher emitted a golden light, symbolizing that they were five-star equipment.
These were all prepared in advance, copied from the Beagle Anti-Air Missile on Ying-chan's body. They were all prepared for this trip to sell to Beesmeow.
The Beagle anti-air missile was the first generation of ship-to-air missiles of the Federation Navy after World War II. It had six versions. Ying-chan's Beagle F was a 1965 technology, so it would not be severely punished.
Although this was an anti-air missile that was completely useless in the eyes of the ship ladies of the next era, Brother Chennan still felt that it had to be weakened.
He castrated Beagle F into Beagle B. 1952 technology…
"Next-generation air defense missiles? You have such good stuff?" Beesmeow's eyes lit up, and he was instantly interested.
The Arctic Circle was a relatively backward region, and there were very few products of the second era. Everything about post-war technology, Bismeow learned from his friends in Europe.
She knew how powerful the anti-air missiles were, but she also knew…Experimental anti-air missiles were trash, and their efficiency was not even as high as anti-air cannons. The crux of the problem now was whether the missiles in the hands of the unknown businessman were genuine.
"Don't worry, it's an absolutely standard first-generation air defense missile. There are no technical problems.”Brother Chennan patted his chest to express his absolute conscience.
Although it was castrated from Beagle F to Beagle B, it was still a practical anti-air missile after the war. It was not enough to defeat all the anti-air cannons during World War II, but it was definitely ten thousand times more powerful than the 37 hand-pulled machine on Beesmeow.
As everyone knew, the German-made 37 anti-aircraft gun and the Japanese-made 25mm anti-aircraft gun were the world's worst anti-air weapons. The two main anti-air weapons of the Axis countries were useless.
Brother Nan saw that the other party had some intention to buy it, so he immediately struck while the iron was hot and said the promotional message.
" These two radars can track eight targets at the same time and attack four of them. Beagle B uses a double-armed launcher that can be loaded at sea. You only need to install two launchers on the left and right sides of the bridge to maximize its effectiveness.”
"The maximum range is 15 kilometers, the maximum height is 10,000 meters, and the flight speed is Mach 2.5. It can guarantee a hit rate of more than half against a propeller plane. It's much better than your anti-air cannons.“
Beesmeow nodded and took the Beagle Missile's ship equipment, carefully observing the details.
Right now, she was not sure if the propaganda was true, because the ship's equipment could not be used just by stuffing it on the body. It had to go to the modification room, drill holes on the deck to install supporting equipment, and install a radar on the bridge. This was a big project.
He would only know if the missile was reliable after the modification.
"This little hound…My friend in Europe mentioned it to me before.”Beesmeow recalled carefully and continued,""Then I'll buy a system and four missile launchers to test the effect.”
It was necessary to maintain the most basic vigilance against unfamiliar businessmen who had never worked with him before. Only by testing the waters could he decide whether to purchase on a large scale. Beesmeow planned to first change the four missile launchers to his sister Bei Zhai.
(Pink Hair Bei Zhai: Treat me like a lab rat!)*%#**! Swearing in German!)
Brother Chennan had prepared ten launchers and three systems in his Dimensional Pocket. Although he couldn't sell them all at once, he had basically met his expectations. He left a contact number and waited for the follow-up.
Maintaining the military balance between Guardian's Residence No. 199 and 200 was something Brother Chennan had to do. She did not want either side to completely defeat the other. Two neighbors who were at a stalemate and had internal friction every year were good neighbors.
If the Type 1143 carrier cruiser of the Bismarck was equipped with an extremely tattered next-generation carrier aircraft, it would just be shot down by the tattered anti-aircraft missiles of the Bismarck. Wouldn't that be great?
In fact, the Jacques-38 fighter jet and the Beagle-B anti-aircraft missile were considered above average in their respective eras, but in the eyes of Brother Nan, the strongest destroyer on the Blue Planet in 2020, they were no different from industrial waste.
One couldn't blame a weapon for being too lousy. It could only be said that the times had changed a little fast. There was a difference of 70 years between the 1950s and the 1920s. No matter how good a weapon was in the past, it would not be good in front of Brother Chennan, except for nuclear bombs.
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(P.S. Don't give me more reminders. I've accumulated more than a hundred. I'll have to die of exhaustion to complete the mission.)
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