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Washington On the third night after the end of the counter-insurgency, the pediatric ICU of the Central Hospital.
The entire city has been without power for more than 24 hours. The backup generator has completely run out of diesel and the corridors are dark.
The indicator lights of the incubator went out one by one, and the heart rate monitor stretched into a gentle straight line.
The newborn, born 28 weeks prematurely, was lying in an incubator, his breathing getting weaker and weaker.
The father of the child, Mark, knelt in front of the doctor, hitting his forehead so hard that blood flowed, and his voice trembled. "Doctor, please, save my child! Please!"
The doctor held the defibrillator and said helplessly, "Without power, we can't do anything! The operating room is almost at a standstill, and the ICU's backup power supply has long been empty!"
Just when everyone was in despair, the roar of a car engine came from the parking lot.
Thirteen pickup trucks with the DYB logo stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
The soldiers who got out of the vehicle opened the tailgate of the pickup truck, pulled out the thick cable, and plugged it directly into the interface at the rear of the vehicle.
"What are they doing?"
"Don't know?"
The person in charge of the hospital came over after hearing the news. Seeing the soldiers busy for a while, he bravely asked, "Sir, what are you doing?"
The leading soldier said, "We are National Guard, and we are ordered to garrison the hospital and provide emergency power to the hospital."
"Power supply? Use these cars?" The person in charge frowned. Instead of using the cars to generate electricity, it would be better to take out the diesel and feed it to the generator.
Soon, the person in charge knew the reason.
The next second, the dark corridor lit up.
"These are trams?!"
The person in charge watched the pickup trucks being connected to cables, and after a while of fiddling, they were connected to the hospital's electrical box.
The dark hospital became bright again.
The lights in the ICU corridor turned on one by one, the indicator light on the incubator turned green again, and the ventilator made a familiar hum.
On the heart rate monitor, the undulating curve reappeared.
Mark collapsed on the ground, covering his face and crying loudly.
The reporter at the scene took a complete picture of this scene.
Half an hour later, this video titled "Washington suffered a power outage, DYB pickup truck rescued United States newborn", topped the Twitter trending search list, with over 100 million retweets and 30 million likes.
The comment section was completely blown away.
"What kind of car is this? Can it be used directly as a mobile power station?"
"Can Ford Raptor do it? My Chevrolet can't even carry a car refrigerator!"
Immediately afterwards, more videos hit social media.
All major shelters have DYB pickup trucks responsible for power supply.
A group of people gathered around a DYB pickup truck to charge their mobile phones.
There is also a construction team that relies on a DYB pickup truck to discharge power for emergency rescue work.
Some netizens joked, "If DYB can't get through, use an electric pickaxe."
A netizen posted on the Internet that he connected a power strip from a pickup truck and brought a refrigerator, TV, microwave and a small air conditioner. He used it for 8 hours and only lost 1% of the power.
Just three videos directly put DYB Pika on the altar.
Then I asked where I could buy it, and found out that the car was not for sale at all!
Yellowstone Town, a resident on the Internet, broke the news. "We are in the DYB factory. This factory has been in operation for almost a year. Not a single car sells takeout. It seems that it only takes orders from the military. It is mysterious all day long."
"Yes, my dad and I went to a factory once. The security inside is the strictest I have ever seen. There are all kinds of black technologies inside. I bet this is definitely prepared for the military. I heard it is also bulletproof!"
Richard, an investment banking executive who previously sneered at DYB pickups, is convinced of this.
He saw with his own eyes the machine guns installed on the DYB, and even a recoilless rifle!
This sci-fi appearance and avant-garde design...
The most important thing is that Richard heard rumors before that Apple founder Jobs once supported the development of this car.
"If this car is the next generation product of Apple, then..."
Richard took a deep breath, realizing that Jobs's plan might subvert the world again!
"I have to find a way to get one and study it. If I can get involved and understand the technical content, maybe the next opportunity for financial freedom is right in front of me!"
Richard did what he said and looked for all the connections he could find.
There are many people like him, but not all of them are investing, some just want a sense of security.
Can a vehicle that can be purchased by the military be inferior?
Soon, Fu Haoran's cell phone was blown up.
All kinds of people I knew and didn't know called me, asking me to buy a DYB pickup truck.
Even Jimmy who is far away from Yellowstone factory called:
"Boss! The production line is already full in three shifts 24 hours a day! The production capacity for next month has been booked! The North America dealer's orders are scheduled until the end of next year!"
Fu Haoran is a bit dumbfounded.
After the previous counter-insurgency was over, he was still worried about how to bring back the 4,000 DYB pickup trucks he had brought.
It is too troublesome to transport it all the way back to the Yellowstone factory.
As a result, the inventory was completely cleared overnight.
Not only ordinary rich people robbed him, but the fire department, private rescue teams, farmers, and Wall Street rich people all came to him to pick up their cars through their connections.
On the third day after the pickup truck became popular, analysts from Wall Street rushed to the DYB factory overnight for on-site investigation, but they were all turned away.
New York Stock Exchange's phone call came to Jimmy's mobile phone, asking about financing intentions.
Fu Haoran thought for a while and said, "Jimmy, tell them that the cash withdrawal car will cost more, 400,000 US dollars per car, you can choose it directly from me."
"New cars have to be queued up. Our factory is still ramping up its production capacity and cannot deliver them on a large scale. The starting price is US$360,000."
Fu Haoran is not in a hurry to sell the car, but the people he can find are not ordinary people.
United States is also a relationship society, otherwise there would be no need for letters of recommendation.
Fu Haoran knows the importance of favors, so he made concessions.
So the next day, in the wealthy area of Upper East Side, someone posted a selfie.
Her family relies on a DYB pickup truck and solar photovoltaic panels on the roof to support the whole family's air conditioning, lighting, and refrigerator. In the darkness of the city's power outage, they live the same life as usual.
In the video, the car owner said to the camera, "If you use solar power during the day and use it sparingly, it will last the whole day without any problem. This is definitely a life-saving cabin in a disaster."
The comment area was quickly filled with envious messages.
At the same time, in the Pentagon conference room, a meeting about the rewards and punishments of Fu Haoran was being held secretly.
Smoke filled the air, and the ashtrays in the enclosed space were filled with cigarette butts.
The core of the meeting is very simple, how to put the hero who just saved Washington into shackles.
Sitting in the main seat was Secretary of Defense Robert? Gates, a politically appointed civilian official of the Democratic Party. He was leaning on the votes of the military-industrial complex behind his back. He was rubbing his temples and looking gloomy throughout.
On the left is Army Chief of Staff George? Casey, an old-school Army soldier, dressed in a straight military uniform, with an arrogant face. From the bottom of his heart, he looks down on the Fu Haoran militia team and feels that only the regular army deserves to be called the armed forces.
Sitting next to him was Director National Guard Bureau Robert? Harris, caught between Congress and the local government. He was holding the background investigation report of Fu Haoran in his hand, with a complex expression on his face.
On the other side of the round table, the Deputy Minister of the Navy, George? Miller, was sitting with the interests of Newport News Shipbuilding behind him. He had a sullen face and said little during the whole process.
At the end of the round table was Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Michael Mullen, an old fox with a background in the Navy. He did not speak much during the whole process, only knocking on the table at key points. He was the final designer of this "promotion" plan.
In the shadow of the back row, there sat a man wearing a suit and no tie. He was the consultant of the military-industrial complex behind Raytheon and General Dynamics. He did not speak during the whole process, but he used his eyes to send signals to senior officials on every key decision.
"Let's talk about it." Secretary of Defense Gates knocked on the table, his voice hoarse, "How on earth are we going to deal with this person Fu Haoran?"
Army Chief of Staff Casey immediately snorted, slapped the table and said, "What else can we do? A civilian militia organization has brought tens of thousands of armed forces into Washington. Although the equipment is a bit worse than that of the active army, it is still a veritable state within a state! Just disarm, arrest and interrogate!"
This proposal has been recognized by many people.
Obviously, the military does not have much information, otherwise no one would have such a stupid idea.
"What are you interrogating?" Harris immediately retorted, "We suppressed the orangutan rebellion, saved Washington, and saved Capitol Hill! The whole United States people are watching! If you are killing the donkey now, do you still need the votes?"
"We can't just leave it like this!" Casey blushed, "We can't control a militia leader who supports a hundred thousand armed men by himself without relying on funding from Congress!"
The conference room instantly became noisy.
The hawks want to take it down directly, while the doves want to keep him to deal with the mutant orangutans that have not been cleared out in the Amazon rain forest. The two factions are quarreling.
At this moment, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Mullen knocked on the table, and the conference room fell silent instantly.
"Arguing won't solve the problem." Mullen raised his eyelids and said calmly, "If he wants a name, we will give him a name. If he wants a company, we will give him a company."
"But, real power will not be given to you at all."
All eyes were focused on him.
Mullen opened the document and laid out his plans one by one. Each one of them accurately hit the target.
"First, he was promoted to Major General of the Army National Guard, and given the official establishment of 102nd Independent Division, with a rated troop strength of 22,000. However, he was not given any regular troop sources, and was only given three places to supplement the company."
The personnel officer immediately opened the document and added, "Three companies, the Intellectual Disability Rehabilitation Company, the Military Tribunal Parole Company, and the Administrative Disposal Pending Transfer Company. They are all trash that no one wants after several rounds of screening."
Casey smiled, "What's your IQ?"
"Under 70."
"I can't even understand the orders." Casey leaned back in the chair, "As for the violent record and stabbing the head... it's just right, it will give him trouble."
Mullen nodded and continued, "Second, equipment procurement."
"Prepare an internal equipment purchase budget and only give 50% of the standard, and let him figure out the rest."
The logistics director immediately answered with a sinister smile on his face, "Humvee vehicles, helicopters, and heavy weapons will not be allocated."
"Don't he know how to build his own car? He will use his own DYB pickup truck for military vehicles. We will reimburse him at the civilian purchase price, with a subsidy of US$20,000 per vehicle."
Someone added in a low voice, "The regular purchase price of military Humvee is 150,000 yuan per unit."
"Where's the armed helicopter?" someone asked.
"No." The logistics director spread his hands, "If he wants it, he can make it himself."
"M4 Carbine, we have retired people in our library, and we will sell them to him for five hundred dollars each. Body armor, helmets, plate-carrying vests, etc., only half of the money will be given, and the rest will be left to him to figure out how to solve it himself."
The whole place was quiet for two seconds, and then low laughter broke out.
The purchase price of a brand new M4 Carbine is US$1,500.
Using an old decommissioned gun and still daring to sell it for 500 yuan is clearly a rip-off.
Mullen waited for the laughter to stop and looked at Deputy Minister of the Navy Miller: "Third, the shipyard. The previous balance payment of US$680 million from Yellowstone Shipyard has been settled in full."
"However, for subsequent naval ship maintenance and renovation orders, the purchase price was reduced to one-fifth of the normal quotation from local shipyards, the construction period was half as strict, and the penalty for breach of contract was three times the penalty."
"It is also a good option to give local shipyards orders that they are unwilling to accept."
"If he takes it, he will definitely suffer losses and it will directly bring down his shipyard."
"If he doesn't accept it, he will be accused of refusing to execute the military order and his shipbuilding qualification will be revoked."
Everyone in the conference room laughed.
In the eyes of local shipbuilding giants, a one-fifth of the quotation cannot even cover the cost of raw materials, so only a fool would accept it.
Finally, Mullen knocked on the table and threw the most cruel move, the one that made them feel "foolproof" the most.
"Fourth, Yellowstone Industries is specially approved, with full qualifications for military equipment research and development, production and sales, allowing him to establish a military industry company. However, all research and development funds are raised by himself, and the military does not purchase at all costs and only gives compliance qualifications."
"At most, they are allowed to sell arms to other countries."
The military consultant in the back row finally smiled.
Military research and development is a bottomless pit.
Without a guaranteed purchase order from the military, all the money invested was wasted.
This qualification, from the looks of it, is actually just a piece of waste paper.
They were convinced that a factory manufacturing civilian electric vehicles and batteries would never be able to meet the threshold of military research and development.
Malen leaned back in his chair, looked at the table full of people, and said with a firm tone, "Everyone, if he takes over this trick, within half a year, he will either lose everything and disband the team himself."
"Either there is a military discipline scandal or a breach of contract, we can justifiably capture him."
"What if he doesn't answer?" someone asked.
"It's better not to accept it." Mullen sneered, "We will tell the outside world that he gave up his legal establishment and military rank. He is essentially an illegal armed force. We can deal with it how we want to deal with it when the time comes."
"No matter what we choose, we win."
Everyone in the conference room showed a tacit smile.
Amidst the smoke, the oil painting of the Normandy landing on the wall looked particularly ironic under the light.
They had just saved Washington from a rebellion, and then they turned around and saved their hero, digging a certain grave.
The day after the Pentagon meeting, Fu Haoran looked at Pentagon's official documents, and the smile on his lips grew stronger the more he turned over them.
Jimmy looked at the document in his hand and was extremely angry:
"Boss! This is basically setting us up for death!"
"How can this amount of money be enough?"
Fu Haoran actually laughed out loud.
Jimmy was stunned. "Boss? This contract is so screwed up, and you're still laughing?"
"Trap?" Fu Haoran put down the document and leaned back on the chair, his eyes bright and frightening, "Jimmy, do you know what mistakes they made?"
Jimmy shook his head.
"They underestimated my strength and the people behind me."
"They only said that I was allowed to purchase by myself, but they didn't say that I was not allowed to produce by myself."
Fu Haoran added silently in his heart: There is an industrial planet behind me, especially a group of free laborers. They think they are cheating me, but in fact they are giving me money.
Fu Haoran gave no further explanation, but ordered, "Jimmy, go and register a new company. The name will be... Warhammer Arms Industry."
"Including everything we are qualified to produce into the scope."
"I'll let them know who has the last laugh."
How can Fu Haoran not understand the little thoughts of the military?
But right now, there are more important things.
Fu Haoran has no time to deal with those "childish" politicians.
"It's time to go back to Warhammer. Those remnants of the old aristocracy have probably already given me a big blow."