After seeing this super factory across Gobi on the hills, Tom's heart never slowed down.
As far as the eye can see, there is a silver-gray steel structure factory building, with long queues of freight trucks coming in and out.
He drove the car to the gate, and just as he was about to take out his business card, a rough female voice came from the intercom, speaking as fast as a machine gun:
"Is it from an institution? Don't waste your breath. We have no financing plan, no listing plan, and we do not accept any institutional research."
"All information is subject to the official website. Move the vehicle quickly and don't block the truck picking up goods behind."
Tom quickly opened the car window and shouted, "I am here to discuss cooperation on behalf of Goldman Sachs. We can give you the best listing underwriting plan, and..."
"Not interested."
The aunt directly interrupted the intercom.
Tom could only reverse the car and retreat to the roadside angrily.
He leaned back on the chair and ran away unwillingly.
Tom knows very well that he is just an intern. If he cannot achieve results, there is a high probability that he will not be able to stay at a top investment bank like Goldman Sachs.
There is obviously a huge opportunity in front of him, but if he goes back in such a dejected manner, it will be like saying goodbye to Goldman Sachs!
Tom What I don't understand now is that in a normal startup company, Goldman Sachs's investors would love to kneel down and lick them when they see them, but this company is better and just kicks people out. Wall Street queues up to give them money, but they don't even let them in.
This is not at all the "little broken factory" that his colleagues described it as.
Tom didn't give up and drove around the factory wall for twenty minutes before finding the special passage for trucks to enter and exit.
Inside the open door, a fully automated freight dispatching system is in operation. Container trucks drive in one after another without manual registration.
Tom stepped on the accelerator and followed the truck convoy in.
As soon as he drove into the factory, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.
The battery cell production workshop, which is dozens of meters long, is fully enclosed. Through the explosion-proof glass, you can see hundreds of groups of Mechanical Arm accurately completing feeding, packaging, testing, and palletizing. There is not a single worker in the whole process, and only a few operation and maintenance personnel in the central control room are staring at the screen.
He has investigated the top-level production line of Toyota and seen the million-level workshop of Foxconn. He has never seen a factory with such a terrifying degree of automation.
Just as he was stunned, the security room noticed something strange and the alarm suddenly sounded.
A prompt pops up on the large central control screen: Unauthorized vehicles have been locked. Please go to the security room immediately for verification, otherwise the eviction procedure will be triggered.
Tom felt nervous, but did not panic.
This situation is not unusual. In Amerikan, private super factories are private territories in the legal sense, and the factory owners are the local emperors of this land.
As long as he enters this door, the rules are the same. Let alone an investment bank analyst, even if the FBI does not have a search warrant, he would not dare to break in.
This kind of city within a city can be found everywhere in Amerikan.
It can be as large as a farm estate of tens of thousands of acres, or as small as a factory of several thousand acres. As long as the private land rights are in hand, the owner is the outlaw monarch here, just like the Dutton farm next door to Yellowstone.
He followed the navigation system and drove to the door of the security room. As soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by four armed and masked security personnel.
No one scolded him, no one searched him, not even a harsh word was said.
The four people just stood in a circle, and one of them handed over the registration form and said, "Register your identity information, sign the illegal trespassing notice, and then leave the factory."
Tom cooperated throughout the whole process. After signing, he was politely "invited" out of the factory gate.
However, Tom did not leave. The more he saw, the less willing he was to leave.
He drove around the factory wall for more than half an hour, and finally found a maintenance sewer opening in the northwest corner.
He used a crowbar to pry open the rusty iron fence and crawled in.
Tom thought he was unnoticed, but he didn't see the surveillance camera above his head. The moment he got in, the footage was transmitted to the central control room.
The security guard glanced at the screen and said into the intercom, "The boss has given instructions before. If the rat Wall Street comes in, you don't need to catch it immediately. Let him walk around for a while before asking him out."
Tom climbed out of the sewer and was stunned for a moment.
The messy factory buildings and crowded workers' dormitories he had envisioned did not appear.
In front of us is a neatly planned park, the roads are spotless, and there are engineers gathering in groups everywhere, each holding a laptop.
Tom was secretly speechless under this high-intensity working condition.
In his impression, the atmosphere in technology companies is very loose... and there seem to be few female engineers or programmers here.
Aren't you afraid of being accused of sex discrimination?
Fortunately, there are no uniform work clothes here, everyone is dressed casually, Tom swaggered into the living area and started to visit.
Rows of modular folding space capsule mobile homes are in order, each one is a small duplex and has its own independent balcony.
There are unmanned supermarkets, 24-hour canteens, indoor basketball courts, gyms, and even community hospitals.
The liveliness is far more than that of Yellowstone Town next door.
Tom Hide in a restaurant and sit aside and eavesdrop as if nothing has happened. This is a necessary skill for investigators... At least that's what the old timers say. Sometimes in order to obtain information, you need to put aside your integrity and morality.
After all, man is born guilty, that's all.
"Jack, have you completed the ownership procedures for your space capsule?"
"Once you get here, as long as you work for three years, the ownership will be transferred directly without spending any money."
"And as long as you live in this town, even the property tax is exempted! God, I have worked at Silicon Valley for five years and I can't even get the down payment for an apartment. It only takes me three years here and I actually have my own house!"
"Who says it's not the case? I was laid off by Google last year, my wife was about to divorce me, and I was almost bankrupt. If God hadn't guided me here, I would probably be sleeping under a bridge now."
Another white man with a beard next to him came over and said with a smile, "Do you still believe in God? Now I only believe what the boss says. Our boss is a believer in the second son of God. Have you heard of God Worshipping Society?"
"I checked online and found that this is an Eastern sect established more than a hundred years ago. Mr. Hong Xiuquan is the second son of God and the younger brother of Jesus. The teaching is that suffering can be redeemed by labor, and loyalty can be exchanged for blessings!"
"Hahahaha, no matter who he is, if he can give me a house, a car, and enough food for my wife and children, I will believe it!"
Tom is hiding nearby, not surprised.
In Amerikan, there are many sects, and there are a lot of people who believe in Satan. One God Worshipping Society is nothing at all.
But he keenly captured the key point. The employees here no longer simply recognized the founder named Fu Haoran, but had an almost fanatical admiration for him.
This Chinese boss, who has never shown up, is the source of all core technologies.
"Did you hear what the boss said? He said that what we are doing now is to test for interstellar colonization in the future. I thought it was just a piece of cake at first, but now looking at this space capsule and this battery technology, maybe it can really happen!"
"I heard that the boss is already planning to build a rocket."
"By the way, the road test data of the complete vehicle line has come out. The battery life has reached 1,200 kilometers. The battery was fully charged to 80% in 10 minutes with fast charging. In three rollover crash tests, the battery did not even emit smoke. The boss said that the cost will be further reduced and production will be ready by the end of the year."
"Cool, from now on the world will be dominated by new energy vehicles."
Tom listened with great interest and even considered joining the company.
Free housing, property taxes included, unlimited R&D, technology crushing the entire industry, and even the pie of interstellar colonization are supported by real products.
Tom was listening intently when two security guards came over. They still didn't beat or scold him or search him. They just took him to the parking lot.
Before leaving, the security guard handed him a bottle of mineral water and said, "Don't go into the sewer next time. If you want to visit, just make an appointment and register in advance."
Tom's face felt hot.
It turns out that from the moment he got in, everyone knew everything.
He jumped on the pickup truck, his hands still shaking, and immediately dialed his boss's phone number.
As soon as the call was connected, he shouted incoherently:
"Boss! We found a treasure! A huge treasure!"
"DYB is not a small company selling power banks at all! This is the next Apple! No! It is the next General Motors!"
"As long as they can go public, they will definitely be a giant worth hundreds of billions! We must win it! No matter what the cost!"
A lazy middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone, with undisguised sarcasm and impatience:
"Tom? Which Tom? Intern? I don't remember giving you my personal number."
"Yes, yes! I am Tom, an intern in the investment banking department. Boss, I discovered an independent Hornbeast project worth hundreds of billions..."
"You're fired." The other end of the phone interrupted impatiently.
Tom couldn't believe his ears, "Boss, is there something wrong?"
"That's right, because you reported to someone higher up and violated the company's regulations, you can get out now."
Without waiting for Tom to explain, the other party hung up the phone.
Tom held the phone and froze in the driver's seat for a long time.
Inside the super factory, Fu Haoran found that everything was different from what he expected!
"Why! I'm a billionaire and financially free, yet I still have to work so hard?!"
During this time, Fu Haoran almost ate, drank, and had sex in the factory... to be precise, he slept on a camp bed, ate take-out lunches, and took a bath in the factory's employee bathroom.
There is actually no difference between the quality of life when he was the governor of Warhammer Hive City.
Without him, there are really too many things to deal with.
There are three stacks of documents piled on the desk: on the left is the military order for Warhammer World, which requires confirmation of battery production capacity, Lasgun upgrade, and tank chassis modification progress.
In the middle is the operation report of the 2K factory, which needs to review and approve production line expansion, supply chain contracts, and new model research and development budgets.
On the right is the unopened express delivery, which contains industry reports that JARVIS helped him select as "worth reading". Each copy is as thick as a brick.
As a company that has been established for less than a year, Fu Haoran needs to do almost everything personally.
Even though JARVIS has helped solve many things, there are still many trivial matters waiting for Fu Haoran to solve.
But at this time, the Zhutian system, which thought the matter was not big enough, came out to cause trouble again:
[It is detected that the host has built a private spire in 2K Hive City (North American Continent). The territory control is 92%. The noble status of Hive City is officially unlocked!]
[Tip: There is still huge room for improvement in the current military production capacity and territory scale. Before the star district is rated as a noble, more territories and industrial chains still need to be expanded]
[System warning: "Yellowstone Spire" established by the host in 2K World has been detected. Warp Rift in this world has been officially activated. There are dozens of weak weapons hidden deep in the crust of this world. The Warp Rift node is directly connected to the Chaos dimension. As the host's status in Hive City increases and its territory expands, these cracks will gradually expand, causing a chain disaster.]
[Hive City Ten Disasters Annual Catastrophe Series Mission has been activated, core rules:]
[In North American Hive City, a catastrophe is triggered every year, and ten disasters are gathered in ten years, and the difficulty increases step by step]
[Task requirement: Survive the disaster or end the disaster]
[Task attributes: All players in the world can accept it]
[Task reward: you will get exclusive rewards for every disaster]
[System prompt: North American Hive City The first disaster, the blood moon disaster, is about to be triggered. Please prepare the host.]
Fu Haoran looked at the system prompts and was stunned for a long time.
"A disaster every year? And Chaos Gods comes to your door in turn?"
He leaned back in his chair and suddenly smiled:
"I'm tired, let's destroy it."
Fu Haoran doesn't want to take care of it anymore. Warhammer World has already given him a headache. How come he still has to face a steady stream of troubles after he comes back.
Fu Haoran looked at the words [Available to all players from all heavens] on System Panel and raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not the only one who co-authored the story? There are also players from all over the world coming to save the world? That leaves me with nothing to do."
"Anyway, the system said that as long as you can survive, then the task of saving the world can be left to the players in other worlds."
"When the sky falls, there is a tall man holding it up. North America is so big, Pentagon is still there, United States military is still there, why should it hit me first?"