One million one hundred thousand!
Really, Foster Father? You didn't lie to me?
And after Ji Jue repeated it once more, the entire venue—even the media members who had been cold and prejudiced—couldn't help but cry out.
Their faces flushed red as they roared in excitement.
Of course, there might have been curses from business partners and Shang Tong Wen's furious bellowing mixed in.
But no one cared anymore.
One million one hundred thousand?
Damn, that was good. So damn good.
If you spent one million one hundred thousand on a pickup truck to haul cargo, Bro might laugh at you for having more money than sense. But if you spent one million one hundred thousand to buy an armed off-road vehicle that could actually stop bullets and be heavily modified with heavy firepower, Bro's tears were about to spill over... Fuck, why didn't you bring me along?!
Forget civilian use—after a few tweaks, this version could go straight into military bidding!
The most common War Horse models in Central Earth today cost over four million four hundred thousand each in bulk purchases, and that didn't even include any accessories.
With you guys, you could get four stripped-down versions for that price!
So, Eldest Brother, you really aren't my long-lost foster father?
At that very moment, who knew how many garbage collectors out in the Wilderness beyond the cities were squatting on Rooftops with antennas raised to catch a signal, weeping as they prepared to fill their tanks and rush straight for Yacheng.
"Friends present, please don't rush. We'll announce the ordering phone number and link shortly."
Inside the nearly boiling Factory building, Ji Jue raised both hands and pressed them down slightly. As the roar of the crowd lowered a little, he finally announced, "To repay our customers for