Feng Jun was still leisurely drinking tea when Jiang Xueling quickly connected the signal, which went directly to the Blackwater Merchant Guild.
This small box must have been a military communication device from before the Doomsday, and it even came with a holographic projection.
Hei Qin’s face appeared in the projection.
Jiang Xueling briefly told Hei Qin about Feng Jun’s demands, and Hei Qin frowned after hearing them; she also felt that Feng Jun’s demands were a bit excessive.
He was only offering to provide food and didn't even plan to send troops for an actual attack, yet he intended to claim control of two missile silos.
This deal was simply too good.
Jiang Xueling placed the communication device in front of Feng Jun’s table, and Hei Qin prepared to negotiate directly with Feng Jun.
Feng Jun looked at the small box in front of him, no bigger than a Rubik's Cube, yet capable of long-distance communication and virtual projection, with the displayed images being much clearer than those on an IEM terminal.
However, Huaicheng District likely hadn't rebuilt its quantum communication devices, so this device must have used other means of information transmission.
"Mr. Feng Jun, it's an honor to meet you again.
Actually, I'd really like to meet you in person.
I wonder when you'll have time to visit Huaicheng District again?" Hei Qin said indifferently.
"Haha, maybe after Huaicheng District settles down a bit.
Huaicheng District hasn't been peaceful lately, and I'm just a small merchant; I don't want to get involved in irrelevant matters," Feng Jun said.
"Irrelevant?
This is not irrelevant.
Your decisions will influence the future direction of the entire Shangqing City, so I need to do my best to win you over." Hei Qin's words revealed a hint of sincerity, no longer so aloof.
"I already told Jiang Xueling that I'm not very keen on getting involved in Huaicheng District's affairs.
Providing you with some food and sending troops to tie down Jiang Si Yuan and Fang Xinglong's forces outside the city is already the greatest help I can offer right now.
As for those missile silos you mentioned, I'm not interested.
If possible, you can exchange them for things I am interested in."
Feng Jun did not intend to make any promises to Hei Qin.
Although Feng Jun already had the qualifications to negotiate with them, it was based on the premise that they were mutually constrained.
His military strength, especially in terms of heavy firepower, was still far inferior to that of Huaicheng District.
Moreover, Huaicheng District still had the Hongwen Gang, which had not yet taken a side.
Neither side would ignore such a force and desperately try to win over Feng Jun instead.
In short, in Feng Jun's view, Huaicheng District was still full of variables, and it was too early for him to take a side.
Besides, he was an outsider to begin with; if there wasn't enough profit, it really wasn't worth doing these thankless tasks.
As for those missile silos, Feng Jun was originally interested, but after hearing Jiang Xueling say that Zhu Wenyao still had high system authority over the missile base, he dismissed all thoughts.
Even if he really got them, they would only be used for collecting taxes or engaging in business.
Feng Jun would absolutely not live in a place controlled by others.
So, it was better to take the opportunity to extort Zhu Wenyao and Hei Qin for some benefits to strengthen himself.
Although Feng Jun felt that what he was doing was a bit like kicking someone when they were down, this was the Doomsday.
Being a bit shameless for survival was not shameful.
Hei Qin gave Feng Jun a meaningful look, her eyes filled with resentment.
She had thought Feng Jun would be very willing to agree to the plan she and Zhu Wenyao proposed, and then when Feng Jun entered Huaicheng District, it would be easier to control him.
She never expected that Feng Jun would be so mercenary, completely disregarding the help they had provided him before.
But dissatisfaction aside, the matter still had to be discussed.
Hei Qin began to ask Feng Jun what kind of things he wanted to trade for.
Feng Jun was also not polite; the first thing he asked for was the Zhu Hong Business Association's N1 Tank.
This idea was immediately rejected by Hei Qin.
But thinking about it, it made sense; the Zhu Hong Business Association only had about ten N1 Tanks in total, and one of them had already been driven away by Hu Kun when he defected, eventually ending up under Feng Jun's command.
No matter what, Zhu Wenyao would not use an N1 Tank as an exchange.
Afterward, Feng Jun successively put forward several of his demands: electromagnetic rapid-fire cannons, plasma weapons, and plasma shield technology.
All of these were proposed by Feng Jun, but Hei Qin shook her head one by one, refusing to agree.
Although electromagnetic cannons and plasma weapons had already begun to be equipped in the military for actual combat before the Doomsday, their manufacturing requirements were too stringent.
Electromagnetic cannons were a bit better; in the Doomsday environment, as long as there were blueprints and raw materials, some could be made.
But plasma weapons were too difficult; the raw materials capable of withstanding plasma weapon firing were too demanding.
Plasma shells and plasma guns in Huaicheng District were almost one less when one broke, and basically none could be repaired.
Moreover, the power of plasma weapons was incomparable to electromagnetic cannons or Gauss Rifles; one hit from this thing meant death, with no chance of survival.
Ordinary Power Armor would be basically scrapped with one hit from a plasma round, and even an N1 Tank had to rely on a plasma shield to resist plasma weapons.
As for plasma shield technology, that was even more impossible; before the Doomsday, it was considered a national secret.
Huaicheng District only had plasma shield generators equipped on N1 Tanks and a very few other pieces of equipment.
This kind of thing also belonged to the state of being unrepairable once broken, so it was absolutely impossible to use it for exchange with Feng Jun.
Hei Qin rejected each item Feng Jun mentioned.
After mentioning more than a dozen things in a row, Feng Jun simply lay back on the table and said somewhat resignedly, "Last one: the manufacturing method for the nano-stealth cloak.
If not, then there's nothing to discuss."
Hei Qin frowned, still shaking her head.
"This is also not possible, but I can provide you with the finished product to use.
The manufacturing method is impossible; this is a secret of the Blackwater Merchant Guild, and I cannot use it as leverage to win you over."
"In that case, there's nothing more to talk about," Feng Jun said with a look of regret.
"You haven't offered anything worth my involvement, so I don't intend to participate in your internal strife in Huaicheng District."
Seeing that Hei Qin still wanted to say something, Feng Jun quickly said, "Since we couldn't reach cooperation, I intend to remain neutral in this matter.
I will neither choose to join your faction with the Zhu Hong Business Association nor ally with Jiang Si Yuan and Fang Xinglong, since they just sent people to assassinate me.
And as for the previously promised food aid, I will do my best.
After all, we have maintained a good cooperative relationship before."
After hearing Feng Jun say that he intended to remain neutral, Hei Qin’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.
Oh well, since Feng Jun could not be won over, it was also good for him to remain neutral.
