"Baoli, BeiGong, Binggong, and Chuangong—four military-industrial enterprises, plus more than a dozen construction and mining companies from various provinces. Twenty companies in total jointly established the subsidiary," You Deyi explained.
Song He sucked in a cold breath. This lineup was practically a gathering of the gods. It was no exaggeration to say that the products manufactured by these industry giants listed on the contract could easily influence the global situation.
When industry giants sat down to eat, ordinary people did not even have the chance to look at them. But the feast before them had been cooked by Song He himself, so the giants had taken the initiative to pass him their chopsticks.
"I managed to secure five points of the profits as your personal compensation and thirty points as research funding." You Deyi flipped through the contract and pointed to a certain section. "I even managed to get you a little more. You'll receive six points, and the research funding will be thirty-four points."
"Grandmaster, thanks for the effort!" Song He was immensely grateful.
"Besides that, of those thirty-four points in research funding, you'll have the final say over fourteen points. The remaining twenty points will be decided by the Board of Directors elected by the shareholders of the other twenty companies." You Deyi smiled. "How about it?"
"I have the final say?" Song He hesitated. "In other words, research projects apply to me, and I sign off on them and approve the funding?"
"That's right." You Deyi nodded.
"This is also a back door I've left open for you. If you have any particularly money-burning weapons research, you can directly lead a team and use these fourteen points of funding."
"If you don't have any weapons projects, you can arrange for scholars you trust to conduct research."
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