The Gloster Meteor (our first jet fighter) came to Brazil in a compensation deal with our very good old chaps, the Brits, in a deal that involved not dollars, gold or some fancy loans.
It was bought with *cotton*. Literally. 15 tons of it.
Post-war Britain needed raw materials and had jets; Brazil had exports and wanted to stop being stuck in the propeller era.
The result was that we unlocked the jet age, and the Brits unlocked a lot of T-shirts and pillow stuffing.
ChristianLW3 on
British officer: troops this winter we can have air support or warm clothing
VeritableLeviathan on
(this meme is supposed to be the other way around, this is an absolute steal for Brazil, the meme is about getting a trade deal offered that rips you off and giving 15 tons of cotton for a new fighter jet is an absolute loss for Britain)
MatejMadar on
I’m not sure how heavy cotton is but 15 tons of cotton sounds like a lot of cotton
Lapis_Wolf on
Literally how I imagine trades happening in my bronzepunk worldbuilding.
“I have 30 carts of copper ingots.”
“I can trade 1 automobile.”
*Looks back at his fellow merchants* “I don’t think I have enough copper for this to be a fair trade, your Highness.”
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The Gloster Meteor (our first jet fighter) came to Brazil in a compensation deal with our very good old chaps, the Brits, in a deal that involved not dollars, gold or some fancy loans.
It was bought with *cotton*. Literally. 15 tons of it.
Post-war Britain needed raw materials and had jets; Brazil had exports and wanted to stop being stuck in the propeller era.
The result was that we unlocked the jet age, and the Brits unlocked a lot of T-shirts and pillow stuffing.
British officer: troops this winter we can have air support or warm clothing
(this meme is supposed to be the other way around, this is an absolute steal for Brazil, the meme is about getting a trade deal offered that rips you off and giving 15 tons of cotton for a new fighter jet is an absolute loss for Britain)
I’m not sure how heavy cotton is but 15 tons of cotton sounds like a lot of cotton
Literally how I imagine trades happening in my bronzepunk worldbuilding.
“I have 30 carts of copper ingots.”
“I can trade 1 automobile.”
*Looks back at his fellow merchants* “I don’t think I have enough copper for this to be a fair trade, your Highness.”