[Detected that Reincarnator successfully signed the Hive City (North America) Machine Cult exclusive procurement contract, Planetary Defense Force preparation was officially implemented, Yellowstone regional control exceeded the threshold, reputation +1000]
[Trigger the main task: Hive City colonial infrastructure system construction]
[Task requirements: Construct four basic buildings: colonial shipyard, ordnance workshop, energy core, and barracks]
[Current progress is 17%, current infrastructure status: continuing losses]
Fu Haoran rubbed his eyebrows. A Warhammer and Hive City were enough to give him a headache. Now the system has added another "North American Hive City" to him, forcing him to become an infrastructure maniac.
But it's impossible to ignore it completely.
Warhammer World's nobles will rebel sooner or later. Fu Haoran must think of a way out for himself.
But there is also good news, such as the contract National Guard has in front of Fu Haoran.
National Guard is not a full-time active duty soldier. To put it bluntly, he is a part-time soldier. He usually does his job, trains two weekends a month, and trains intensively for two weeks every year.
When something goes wrong in the state, they go to provide disaster relief and maintain stability. When the country is at war, they are Federation-translated and dragged overseas.
What Fu Haoran wants is not these, but the Planetary Defense Force soldiers that Warhammer Hive City has brought over. They can legitimately use United States military's training ground and training system for intensive training, and can even buy equipment for free through military channels.
No one can find fault with it.
After processing the contract, Fu Haoran went out and headed west to the port.
This port is a deep-water port connected directly from the Columbia River inland river to Pacific Ocean. It is not large and can accommodate more than a dozen 10,000-ton cargo ships. For a private enterprise, this is already a big deal.
But Fu Haoran soon discovered that the system had tricked him again!
[Because the port is too small and does not meet the conditions, the estimated construction period is: 20 years]
Fu Haoran looked at the details and found that the core problem is that the port length is not long enough to manufacture 1.5 kilometers Cobra Destroyer.
"It takes ten years to build a ship, and the day lilies are already cold, let alone the Year of the Monkey and the Horse and the Moon to build Lunar-class Cruiser!"
The bad news is not over yet. Jimmy came over to report, "Boss, your domestic Jiangnan Shipyard has responded. They can reverse-engineer the drawings and equipment and produce them, but there is a serious lack of front-line technical workers and on-site engineers with experience in large-scale shipbuilding. There is a huge talent gap in this area in China."
The equipment can be made and the technology can be used, but the most lacking thing is people.
"Jimmy, go and do two things." Fu Haoran ordered.
"First, recruit retired engineers and technical supervisors with experience in building United States military warships with high salaries, and pay them whatever they want, as long as they can come."
"Second, go to taverns and trade unions to find unemployed skilled shipbuilders, sign a contract, include food and accommodation, and the salary will be the same as before they retired, but they must go to University of Tokyo for training."
Oregon, Portland, corner tavern.
Jerry held the beer glass and looked at the foam at the bottom, his face full of despair.
He worked as a welder at Newport News Shipyard for thirty years and participated in the segmented construction of three Nimitz-class aircraft carriers. As a result, the shipyard laid off employees and he was kicked out in his fifties. His pension was only enough to make ends meet, and now he can barely afford to drink beer.
At this moment, a young man in a suit sat across from him and handed over a contract.
"Mr. Jerry, DYB Technology, is recruiting senior welding technicians. Food and accommodation are included. He needs to go to University of Tokyo for pre-job training. The work location is Yellowstone Town."
Jerry raised his head with disdain on his face. "University of Tokyo? That kind of poor place?"
"A monthly salary of eight thousand US dollars." the other party added.
Jerry was stunned, thinking that he heard wrongly.
Eight thousand dollars? Six times the subsistence allowance he currently receives.
He looked the young man up and down and curled his lips. "Going to a poor place in the third world like University of Tokyo? I need to think about it."
The young man smiled and handed over a supplementary agreement, "Full medical reimbursement."
Jerry was stunned for a moment. Anyone of any age understands the charm of full medical reimbursement.
Anyway, we will starve to death at Amerikan, so what happens when we go to University of Tokyo?
The worst that can happen is to go to a poor place and suffer hardship, which is better than being a homeless person.
He grabbed the pen and signed his name on the spot.
There are many people like Jerry.
Within a week, Jimmy signed up nearly two hundred unemployed shipbuilders and seventeen retired engineers with experience in warship construction, all of which were packaged and sent to Fu Haoran.
[Dockyard supporting technical personnel are replenished, the single ship construction cycle is shortened to 8 years, and the infrastructure progress is +5%]
But the problem is still not solved.
The veteran technicians recruited by Amerikan are experienced, but their physical strength cannot keep up and they cannot support the high-intensity construction on the front line.
Jimmy handed over another report with a helpless tone, "Boss, the most developed shipbuilding industry in the world now is South Korea. The three major shipyards, Hyundai, Daewoo, and Samsung, account for nearly half of the world's orders, and have a large number of mature front-line technical workers."
Fu Haoran No nonsense, I booked a flight to South Korea Busan on the same day.
South Korea Busan, Hyundai Heavy Industries Headquarters.
In the reception room, Kim Min-jun, the representative of the South Korea factory, was all smiles when he first entered the door. His waist was bent almost to the ground, and his smile was like a flower.
But when he learned that Jimmy and others were just employees and that the real boss Fu Haoran was Chinese and came to discuss technical cooperation and worker recruitment, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
"Mr. Fu, what type of ship do you want to purchase? LNG ship? Oil tanker? Container ship? We are number one in the world!"
Fu Haoran put down the coffee cup. "I don't want to buy a ship, I want to hire people."
The conference room was quiet for a second.
"Who are you recruiting?"
"Shipbuilding technicians, welders, assemblers, and section construction technicians. If you have experience, 5,000 of them will come."
Hearing Fu Haoran speak Chinese, the atmosphere instantly cooled down.
The leading executive's face darkened. "Mr. Fu, are you Chinese?"
"Yes."
There was a harsh sound as the chair was pushed away.
"Sorry, you are not welcome here." The respectful attitude before was gone.
"If you want to recruit people, you can hire one person. The agency fee is US$50,000. The salary is based on the standard of South Korea for full-time employees. You can't miss a penny."
Fu Haoran raised his eyebrows. "How much?"
"Each person's monthly salary is 10,000 U. S. dollars, and they also have to pay additional corporate training fees. They sign a minimum five-year contract and receive an advance payment of 50 million U. S. dollars."
The translator next to me came over and lowered his voice. "Boss, this is robbing people. South Korea Regular workers can't pay this price. They are taking you for granted."
Fu Haoran had done his homework and naturally knew that South Korea's monthly salary for a formal welder in the local area was only six thousand U. S. dollars, but it was more than tripled by the other party. Lion even asked for an advance payment of fifty million, and Chun Chun took him for granted.
Fu Haoran smiled and said nothing.
Sending money to South Korea people? Impossible.
Fu Haoran picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said calmly, "Since we can't reach an agreement on cooperation, can we visit the shipyard?"
Kim Min-jun sneered and waved his hand, as if dismissing a beggar. "Okay, you can only see the peripheral factory area, and the core workshop is not allowed."
Sparks were flying in the welding shop, and the segmented construction area was in full swing.
Fu Haoran's eyes fell on a few workers in old work clothes in the corner. They were skilled in their movements, but they were obviously different from the Korean workers around them. No one talked to them, and they even hid in the corner while eating.
Fu Haoran curiously walked over and heard a few familiar Mandarin sentences. Several workers wearing welding uniforms were squatting on the ground eating, complaining in Chinese about the treatment in the factory.
Fu Haoran took the initiative to walk over, handed over the cigarette, and spoke in Chinese: "Master, how many years have you been working?"
Several people raised their heads with surprise on their faces.
"Seven years." An old welder in his forties wiped his sweat, "I have been welding in the shipyard."
"How much is the salary?"
The leading master smiled bitterly, "It's embarrassing to say it. The work we do is exactly the same as that of South Korea's regular workers. The money we get is only one-third of theirs. There is no social security or work-related injury protection. We live in collective board houses in the factory. We are not even allowed to enter the living area of the shipyard."
Fu Haoran frowned. "You've been working for seven years and you're still so low?"
A young worker next to him said angrily, "For foreign workers like us, it would be great if we could get one-third."
"Bangzi didn't want to do this job himself, so he treated us like cows and horses. We had no social security, no overtime pay, we lived in a dormitory, and we couldn't even leave the shipyard gate at will."
"Then why don't you change jobs and return to China?" Fu Haoran asked.
Master Li sighed, "Now the shipbuilding industry in the world is South Korea the most developed. European and American shipyards don't want Chinese people. Domestic shipyards have been in recession in recent years and there are few jobs. At least I can earn a little more here than at home, so I can only survive here."
Fu Haoran knows that South Korea people have calculated this accurately, so they dare to squeeze them to death.
Fu Haoran was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Follow me, South Korea I will give you the monthly salary of a regular employee. After three years of service, you will be able to pay all five insurances and one housing fund in China, and you will have priority in joining a domestic factory."
Several workers were stunned for a moment, their eyes full of disbelief.
The young welder asked, "Are you serious?"
Fu Haoran handed over a business card, "If you are willing to come, sign the contract. If you are not willing, don't force it."
Fu Haoran didn't force it, and only gave them a week to think about it.
The news spread among the Chinese workers at Busan.
Some people suspect that he is a liar, and some people think that no matter how bad the stick is, it is still a developed country and they are unwilling to leave.
But those old workers who had been exploited for seven or eight years gritted their teeth and signed the contract. At worst, they would go back to farming, which would be better than working as cows and horses here.
Within a week, more than 3,000 Chinese technicians signed contracts.
[The first-line construction team of the shipyard is formed, modular construction technology is unlocked, the single ship construction cycle is shortened to 5 years, and the infrastructure progress is +32%]
This group of people seems to be many, but for the shipbuilding industry, it is not much at all. Fu Haoran does not care. He believes that as long as the first group of people receive their wages, there will be no worries about the follow-up.
Back to Yellowstone, Fu Haoran directly decided on the first construction plan.
Build a fully electric-driven giant ro-ro ship with a total length of 320 meters and a width of 48 meters, with a load capacity of more than 80,000 tons and can carry 9,000 cars at a time.
This size is not much shorter than Ford-class aircraft carrier.
When the news spread, the entire industry exploded.
Everyone outside is laughing at him for being crazy.
A person who sells power bank, just figured out the exoskeleton, dares to cross the border and build the world's largest civilian roll-off ship?
Chun Chun has money to burn.
The media even ridiculed him for being "whimsical and taking too many steps to break his balls."
Faced with doubts, Fu Haoran only gave one explanation. "Shipping goods."
No one knows that this giant ship uses modular construction technology, high-precision welding technology, and an all-electric propulsion system... These are all smaller civilian versions of Cobra-class Destroyer.
On the surface, we are building freighters, but behind the scenes, we are using freighters to practice, run into a team of workers, and verify core technologies.
Fu Haoran intends to lay every brick for the future construction of Cobra-class Destroyer.
"Once this ship is launched, the technology is thoroughly understood, and the workers are fully trained, I can directly start building the Cobra-class Destroyer segmented module."
Fu Haoran put away the drawings and looked at the dock being expanded in the distance.
The shipyard provided by the system would take ten years, and he couldn't afford to wait.
Build a shipyard in the country, recruit technicians, practice with civilian ships, master the technology, and then build warships. Although this path is roundabout, it is the most stable.
Fu Haoran looked at the busy crowd at the dock.
The veteran technicians from Amerikan, the engineers from China, and the Chinese welders recruited by South Korea gathered together to make gestures on the drawings.
I don't understand the language and I can't do my job well, but I can do my job easily.
Fu Haoran didn't think much about it, but Kim Min-jun who was far away from Busan didn't think so.
He looked at the list of lost technicians in his hand and his face turned pale.
More than 3,000 Chinese technicians disappeared overnight, and the segmented construction technology that Hyundai Heavy Industries was proud of was also quietly pried away.
"Check! Find out for me where these people have gone!"
The subordinate hesitated. "I went...Amerikan."
Kim Min-jun is not very angry anymore, not because he is thinking too hard, but because he thinks the other party is a fool.
"Go to Amerikan? What are they arguing with us for? Is it cheaper labor, or can they get more orders?"
"Lao Mei's orders were all delivered to us, and he took his people to Amerikan without starving to death."
Outside the Yellowstone factory, deep inside Gobi, in a black van, the CIA monitor wrote in the report:
"The target has begun to get involved in the shipbuilding industry and is suspected of preparing for some kind of large ship. It is recommended to continue monitoring."
After the monitor finished writing the report, he glanced at the drawing of the 320-meter-long giant ship on the screen and muttered to himself, "This thing doesn't look like an ordinary cargo ship."