Montana, Yellowstone Wasteland on the edge of the farm.
Huge steel structure factory buildings are rising from the ground. Towers
The crane rotated, welding flowers spattered, and the roar of construction machinery shook the ground.
Tens of thousands of workers are working in full swing, with astonishing efficiency.
A super factory covering an area of nearly a thousand acres, equivalent to 90 standard football fields, has begun to take shape.
The originally planned construction period was three years, but now the first phase of the project was completed within six months.
Put it on Amerikan, this can be described as a miracle.
But this high efficiency has also attracted dissatisfaction from local snakes.
Outside the barbed wire fence, old Dutton was riding a horse, staring at the already impressive factory with a dark face.
"Dad, you seem to dislike it here?" A clear female voice came from the side. His daughter Sulia, a standard blond southern girl, was looking curiously at the busy crowd in the factory.
Old Dutton spat angrily. "These outsiders have broken the tranquility here. Our Dutton family has settled in this land a hundred years ago and has stayed here for generations."
"Now a yellow-skinned monkey upstart is doing things under my nose. It's time to let him know that this land will never belong to outsiders like them."
He had been staring at this piece of land that had been deserted for a hundred years for more than ten years, waiting for the price to hit the bottom. In the end, it was quietly bought by a foreign yellow man and he built such a large factory.
In his eyes, this is not building a factory, but digging out his roots.
Once the factory comes, young people will not stay in the pasture to graze cattle, but a group of outsiders will come. The rules of the town will be messed up, and Yellowstone's sky will change!
This is intolerable!
"Boss, rush in and smash the production line, get this yellow boy out of Yellowstone!" The cowboy behind him patted his shotgun, eager to try.
Old Dutton didn't answer, but the body has already given the answer.
He clamped the horse's belly, led a dozen people to break open the side door of the barbed wire fence, and went straight to Fu Haoran in the middle of the factory area.
Fu Haoran was looking at the debugging report of the military production line when he heard the sound of horse hooves and slowly raised his eyes.
Old Dutton reined in his horse in front of him, glanced condescendingly, and cursed a string of obscene words.
There is only one core meaning: get out, you are not welcome here.
Fu Haoran didn't listen carefully to the swear words, but just out of politeness, he raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.
The next second, the entire factory area fell silent.
The roaring production line slowed down instantly. Thousands of working workers turned around at the same time, gripping the wrenches, steel pipes, and welding guns in their hands instantly. Thousands of pairs of eyes locked on the old Dutton on horseback.
These people are all veterans who have fought in Warhammer Underhive and Genestealer Cult.
Even if there is no deliberate intention, there is still an evil spirit crawling out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The hair on the horse under old Dutton's crotch suddenly exploded, and the man stood up and neighed in terror.
A stream of warm urine flowed all over the horse's legs, almost knocking old Dutton over to the ground.
Old Dutton held the reins tightly, and finally managed to calm the old horse under his crotch.
But others were not so lucky. Some cowboys fell off their horses, and some simply turned around and ran away.
"Damn it, who are these yellow-skinned Asians... They must have killed someone before!"
Fu Haoran did not notice this scene and asked politely, "Mr. Dutton, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
Old Dutton's face turned blue and white.
In front of the fist, he chose to bow to the "evil forces".
"No... it's okay! I was just passing by to see if you need help with the construction here! We are all neighbors, so we should!"
"No need." Fu Haoran waved his hand, turned his head and raised his hand.
The roar of the factory area resumed instantly, and the workers turned around and continued working, as if the dead silence just now had never happened.
Old Dutton broke out in a cold sweat and rode away with the cowboy without even looking back. He didn't even dare to pick up the cowboy hat that fell on the ground.
On the way back, Sulia looked back at the open factory door and whispered, "Dad, why are we running? He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions."
Old Dutton said nothing with a dark face.
I can't tell my little daughter that I was almost scared to death.
He suddenly remembered that his father participated in the Peninsular War and never mentioned that experience when he came back. He only said one thing to him: Never fight with those Orientals, they will try to drag you to death together.
Old Dutton didn't understand it before, but now he can guess it.
The little episode of old Dutton did not affect the rhythm of Fu Haoran.
One month later, the super factory was officially launched, and the military-grade battery production line of Warhammer World started construction simultaneously.
The products that can be produced here, from various tactical batteries used by Lasgun, to Astra Militarum standard individual battery backpacks, and even Fellblade Super-heavy Tank power battery packs, can achieve full-process mass production.
But with the production line fully operational, Fu Haoran realized a very real problem.
If you build a factory in 2K World, you have to pay taxes.
To pay taxes, you must have compliant product sales and complete financial statements, otherwise the IRS can come and close your factory in minutes.
But now they are all Warhammer World military products, and there are no civilian products that can be put on the table.
"The biggest problem right now is to bring out compliant civilian products to even out the books. What can be done?"
Designing civilian products from scratch?
Fu Haoran finds it troublesome.
In the end, he made a direct decision. "Instead of developing new designs, we will just emasculate and downgrade existing military products, and then directly introduce them to the market with modifications."
It doesn't matter whether you make money or not, even if you lose money, it doesn't matter.
Seeing the cold 20 billion US dollars lying in the account, Fu Haoran felt that it was time to burn it and give the world a little warmth.
"As long as I don't engage in large-scale marketing, it should be enough to keep me busy for several years."
Just do it.
The first thing to be operated on is the standard magazine battery of the Astra Militarum individual soldier Lasgun.
The performance of Warhammer 30K's all-solid-state battery has already surpassed all lithium battery technologies of 2K World.
Don't look at the fact that a Lasgun can only fire more than 30 rounds when fully charged. That is the energy consumption to support the launch of the high-energy Laser. In the civilian field, the performance is seriously excessive.
Fu Haoran waved his hand, Chapter 103 of this chapter: Factory building and Jobs's "goodwill" was a surprise, click me to unlock it immediately. He directly cut off most of the palm-sized magazine battery and replaced it with finger-sized cells. The energy density is still several times that of mobile phone batteries on the market.
Fu Haoran made this into a mobile power supply.
Then there is the Astra Militarum Tempestus Scions standard tactical battery backpack.
The original version can support high-intensity combat when fully charged, providing full power supply to Lasgun, tactical helmets, and life support systems.
Fu Haoran directly reduces the cell capacity to one-fifth of the original version, which will not be too heavy for customers, saves a lot of costs, and does not affect production capacity.
In the free space, he casually added a bunch of fancy functions: multi-specification USB fast charging interface, IP68 waterproof and dustproof, 1000 lumen strong beam long-beam light, SOS emergency signal, multi-interface DC output, and even added a 12V car emergency start interface.
The extreme environmental performance has been directly reduced to civilian standards, without the military attributes of anti-blasting, anti-electromagnetic interference, and vacuum and low-temperature adaptation, and the cost has been directly reduced to the same level as similar products on the market.
After changing the drawings, Fu Haoran no longer cares about it.
For a monkey version of the product, as long as it can be fooled, it is acceptable to lose some money.
However, you still have to go through the necessary procedures, otherwise it will be difficult to fool the IRS.
So, Fu Haoran took the product and met old friends in the technology circle.
Silicon Valley Legend is wearing the iconic black turtleneck sweater, with a rosy complexion and looking in good spirits.
"Fu, it's not that I won't help you." Jobs said with an expression on his face, "As you know, I have been seriously ill in the past few years and have basically ignored the company's affairs. Now that the CEO has been taken over by Cook, it is not convenient for me to intervene in supply chain matters."
He paused, his tone carrying the advice of someone who had experienced it:
"As a friend, I must remind you that the power bank is not a good product."
"The industry ceiling is very low and it is not suitable as a long-term project."
"What's more, the core selling point of mobile phones has never been battery life. Users can accept charging once a day. No matter how high the energy density of your battery is, it will still have excessive performance when used on mobile phones. It is completely unnecessary."
"If you insist on entering this track, I can let Apple sell your products in offline stores." Jobs changed the topic, "But I'm afraid you can't put the Apple logo on it and can only put it on the shelves as a third-party accessory."
From Jobs's point of view, this not only gave Fu Haoran a favor, but also had no risk at all.
Fu Haoran It doesn't matter.
He just wants a decent channel, and professionals will handle the rest.
He was about to get up and leave, but Jobs changed the subject and took out his tablet:
"If you really want to do the battery business, I think you might as well build electric cars."
Jobs clicked on a drawing, which was an automotive product concept conceived internally by Apple.
He wrote all his ideas on it: 1,000 kilometers of battery life, 10 minutes of non-sensory fast charging, seamless Apple full ecology, frameless side-by-side doors, all-scenario intelligent driving, zero to 100km/h acceleration within 2 seconds, and the vehicle is as quiet as a recording studio.
"I have always felt that the cars of the future must be smart electric." Jobs looked at him and said in a sincere tone, "If you can build a Apple car that meets this standard, I will help you convince the board of directors to fully support cooperation with you."
Fu Haoran looked at the drawings, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"
"If weapons can be powered by batteries, why not vehicles?"
On the battlefield, the difficulty of obtaining electrical energy is much lower than that of Promethium fuel.
The electric shock engine is smaller in size, has greater torque, and has faster response. It can completely replace the traditional power system with electric technology, and even transform all the heavy internal combustion engine vehicles like Warhammer World into electric versions.
This is not just a civilian car-making project.
This is a technical route that can completely change the Warhammer logistics system.
If successful, his troops will no longer be dependent on Promethium fuel and no longer constrained by long supply lines.
Fu Haoran suppressed the excitement in his heart, looked up at Jobs, and said in a sincere tone, "Qiao, your suggestion is great, I will make preparations right now."
After Fu Haoran left, the rich man present jokingly asked, "Qiao, are you really optimistic about him building a car?"
Jobs sneered and leaned back on the chair.
"Automobiles are the crown jewel of the industry. Supply chain, manufacturing, quality control, and safety. Which one can a layman in the battery industry understand?"
"The most he can do is build a supermarket battery shuttle or a golf cart. Want to build the smart car I want? That's crazy."
"Then you still suggest him to do it?" Another rich man answered, "Building cars is a bottomless pit. Without tens of billions, there will be no results at all. In the end, it may be lost. The island country has devoted all its efforts to develop hydrogen fuel cells, spending tens of billions of dollars, and has not yet seen mass production."
"I know." Jobs raised the corner of his mouth, "When he burns all the money, he will naturally come back with the technology and beg us to give him a bite to eat."
He paused and added, with the arrogance unique to this class in his tone:
"What's more, a successful Chinese is not a good thing. We can allow Chinese to be rich, but we cannot allow a Chinese to be successful."
Everyone looked at each other and smiled, but no one refuted.
For the Amerikan technology giants, Chinese scientists are useful tools and perfect horses, but they are not trustworthy partners. In particular, many Chinese people have the concept of returning to their roots, unlike Indians, who have no plans to return to their country.
Therefore, such people must not be reused, let alone given power.
After Fu Haoran returned to the factory, he immediately traveled back to Warhammer World.
He went straight to Priest Kallen's workshop.
"Governor, what are your orders?" Kallen put down the tools in his hands, and the mechanical prosthetic eye flashed red.
"Kallen, give me all the information on Tauros Rapid Assault Vehicle, right away."
Kallen was stunned for a moment, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and pulled up a full set of drawings from the data terminal.
Fu Haoran looked at the dense structural diagrams on the screen, with a smile on his lips.
Jobs thought he was digging a hole for him.
But he didn't know that beneath this pit, there was a strategic passage leading to another world.
Car?
Fu Haoran is not building a car, but a military vehicle.