Chen Feng got up early the next day. Recently, he needed to start looking for a new location for his company. Otherwise, it would practically be a shell company, so he had to find an office building first. Of course, he did not need a very large office space.
Even a relatively remote location would do. At worst, he could register his warehouse as the office address. It did not really matter, since all of his Production Equipment was just that one 3D Printer.
After thinking it over, Chen Feng decided to use the warehouse as his company's office. He did not need many employees anyway. In a sense, all he needed were movers.
Li Zhengyang and the others had no plans to join his company either. For them, these were all fallback options, and they each had their own plans. Li Zhengyang was simple enough—he just wanted to work in robotics.
Sun Deming supposedly had arrangements made by his family. Once he graduated, they would arrange a job for him. As for Zhao Zhipeng, that fat guy planned to make his own way in the world.
The three of them were headed down different paths, so Chen Feng had no need to force them together. He would let them develop on their own, and once his company grew, he would help them if he could.
Chen Feng's company would probably grow before long. By then, he would no longer be able to keep things under wraps, so a Precision Processing Factory was essential. He had long set his sights on his grandfather's old factory.
His grandfather had once been a retired executive at that Processing Plant. In recent years, the factory had been battered by the impact of the internet and its poor transformation efforts, leaving it on the verge of collapse.
Now it was simply waiting for someone to take it over, and Chen Feng might just be that successor. Once he had accumulated enough capital, he planned to take it over. Then he would not need to buy equipment himself, and all sorts of materials and tools would already be available, giving him an obvious cover.
His true core was still the 3D Printer. Once he fulfilled the Sci-Fi Ring's one-million initial mission target, perhaps it would give him something even better. At that point, the factory could help divert some attention away from him.
Besides, his grandfather cared deeply about that factory and often went there. Though retired, he still guided some of the technical work. If the factory simply collapsed, it would be a heavy blow to his grandfather. Chen Feng did not want to see that happen.
Of course, that was all for later. What he needed to do now was earn one million. Orders from Lin Xue had clearly decreased recently. According to her, she had been filming lately and had no time for other work. Once this period was over, the orders would only increase.
Lin Xue also brought him good news. Two companies—two companies specializing in purchasing props—were trying every possible way to get in touch with Chen Feng.
Chen Feng naturally agreed without hesitation. Money was being delivered to his doorstep, and there was no reason not to earn it. He told the two companies to contact him, and before long, he received their calls.
They discussed two orders in detail over the phone. Neither order required much, but their value was still considerable, totaling around two hundred thousand. In other words, he could make a net profit of two hundred thousand from those two deals.
Making money had become incredibly easy for Chen Feng, so he completed the orders within a few days and delivered them. The two companies were equally straightforward and directly transferred two hundred thousand to him.
Adding in several orders from Lin Xue, his accumulated assets had now reached eight hundred thousand. Another two hundred thousand would fulfill the Sci-Fi Ring's initial mission requirements.
He was practically rubbing his hands together in anticipation, because he had no idea what kind of surprise the Sci-Fi Ring would give him. Hopefully, it would be something good.
Of course, it would definitely be something good. That was beyond doubt. A small 3D Printer alone had allowed him to accumulate capital rapidly, let alone anything else. If it gave him something more advanced, it might cause a sensation across the world.
Just thinking about it made him happy. A man's happiness was that simple.
But he was still short two hundred thousand, so he would have to wait a few more days. Tomorrow was the Robot Competition, however, so he had to accompany Li Zhengyang to take part.
The next day, he got up early. Li Zhengyang had dragged him out of bed, and after getting ready, they headed to the sports field to board a special bus for the Robot Competition.
The number of spots had originally been limited, but since Ning City University had only their team competing, they were allowed to bring some people along. Through Li Zhengyang's connections, Chen Feng was able to go with them.
"How is it? Nervous?"
Chen Feng looked at Li Zhengyang and felt that he was indeed somewhat nervous. The Robot Competition was no ordinary contest. This was only the Ning City selection round. After qualifying, they would still have to compete in the Huaxia Competition, and after that selection round, they would go on to the International Robot Competition.
There was still a long road ahead. Chen Feng might no longer care much about the several hundred thousand in prize money, but for Li Zhengyang, even though each of them would only receive tens of thousands after splitting it, it was still enough to keep him too excited to sleep. Especially for the final International Robot Competition—the prize money was secondary. What truly mattered was getting to witness the world's top robotics competition.
Chen Feng was also very interested in robots. Who would not want a robot of their own? Preferably a gigantic one, like a full-body mech—an enormous mech like those in Pacific Rim—or a mech sized for them, like a Gundam. Even an exoskeleton would do. But such things existed only in science fiction.
Even if Chen Feng printed one with the 3D Printer, it would only have the appearance. Actually making it move would be basically impossible.
But who could say for sure? Chen Feng had the Sci-Fi Ring. Perhaps one day, he would be wearing a full-body mech and racing across the world. Maybe people would mistake him for a modern-day Iron Man.
Before long, they fell asleep on the bus. Chen Feng especially had not slept well the night before, so he quickly drifted off. When he woke up from his nap, they had already arrived at the venue.
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