Texas, DYB Technology temporary headquarters.
It was a gray sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Fu Haoran stared at the financial statements on the laptop, his expression as ugly as the numbers on the screen.
Very unsightly.
Lawyer and financial director Jimmy sat across from him with a reserved expression.
"Boss, there are less than 30 million US dollars in liquidity left in the account." Jimmy's voice was a little dry.
Fu Haoran raised his head. "Where's the loan?"
"Rejected." Jimmy handed over the receipt, "The risk control department at the bank said that our DYB tram has no market prospect."
"They believe that the coverage of charging piles in the United States is less than 1%. It costs 20,000 US dollars to build a fast charging pile and several billions of dollars to roll out the entire Amerikan. They say this is a loss-making business."
Fu Haoran turned over the receipt sheet and said nothing.
From his perspective, he also thinks this is a money-losing business.
Jimmy continued, "The same goes for Wall Street. They all say that electric vehicles are a scam. They say that there is currently no comparable company on the market, let alone a new brand like ours, and no one is willing to invest money."
Fu Haoran knows that Jimmy is not exaggerating.
Today, oil trucks are still the absolute mainstream in the world.
After the initial popularity of their DYB tram, monthly sales were only 120 units, and the net loss in the third quarter was US$74 million, a 93% increase from the same period last year.
The short sellers on Wall Street are pessimistic every day, and analysts all believe that DYB will not be able to achieve profitability before 2020.
Why should a bank trust an electric car made by a Chinese in Amerikan?
"What else?" Fu Haoran asked.
Jimmy took a deep breath. "The employees of Texas factory will be paid next month, plus the advance payment you promised to University of Tokyo supplier..."
"That's enough." Fu Haoran raised his hand to interrupt him.
With this little money in the account, we can't even pay next month's salary. Let alone building charging piles, existing orders can't support it.
But Fu Haoran couldn't stop, because before coming back, he had just signed a large order with Warhammer World.
After defeating the coalition forces of Colonel Cole, DYB pickup truck became famous in the battle with Warhammer World.
Businessmen are profit-seeking.
Not all Rogue Traders are huge Rogue Trader Dynastys. Those small Rogue Traders have their own fixed routes. War is war, and business is business.
On the Red Sand Hills battlefield, the scene of those pickup trucks rushing into the armored cluster under gunfire was noticed by Rogue Trader people.
The leather is solid, durable, easy to maintain, and has excellent off-road performance.
The most important thing is that the workmanship is luxurious, and reselling it to other planets is a good business.
It's great even for personal use. It can be used for planetary surface exploration and transportation across deserts.
Three Rogue Trader jointly ordered 12,000 DYB pickup trucks with a 30% deposit, and they will be delivered in batches within 18 months. If they default, they will pay five times the deposit and channel losses.
This was originally a happy thing, but the problem is that there is no production capacity now.
Without money, there is no production capacity.
Without production capacity, goods cannot be delivered.
If you can't deliver the goods, it's not a big deal to lose three times the deposit. Damage to your newly established reputation is a big problem, but you can't expand production capacity without money.
This is almost an infinite loop.
"You can't always export products from 2K World, Warhammer World must also be able to feed back."
The business of treating the rich can only be successful in a long time. After all, there are not that many rich people with terminal diseases, and no one needs to extend their life.
Rich people who cherish their lives are very cautious about unknown things and would rather wait.
So we have to find another channel to make money.
Fu Haoran View the specialties of Alpha Hive City: worthless iron ore, copper ore, lithium ore, aluminum ore, gold ore...
"Wait a minute, am I sitting on a mine?"
Fu Haoran reacted.
The most indispensable thing for my Hive City is open pit veins.
They are all high-quality rich ores.
According to the introduction of Kallen Tech-Priest, Alpha Hive City was built on a huge mineral vein. The imperial colonists came here for the mine.
Fu Haoran immediately checked the international prices and found that a ton of high-grade iron ore can be sold for hundreds of dollars, copper ore can be sold for thousands of dollars per ton, and a ton of lithium carbonate can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars.
"The mine is established. The only problem now is that there are no legal channels and no funds to build transportation links. It can only rot in Hive City."
As a lord, Fu Haoran can transport resources from different world territories to each other, and can produce tens of thousands of tons of ore out of thin air. There must be an explanation.
Customs, taxation, and international buyers are all fools.
An overseas mine is needed as a cover, even if it is abandoned, it doesn't matter. As long as there is a name, Warhammer's ore can be whitewashed as "overseas imports".
Jimmy didn't know what happened to Warhammer World, but when he saw the boss's face change, he also became nervous. "Boss, what happened?"
"It's no big deal." Fu Haoran put down his phone and turned back to his desk, "How much does it cost to buy an abandoned mine? It's over in Africa."
Jimmy was stunned for a moment, and quickly ran through the data in his mind. "Democratic Republic of the Congo Over there, a small and medium-sized abandoned lithium mine, plus supporting simple port facilities, costs about 20 million to 30 million U. S. dollars. If you just buy a name and don't require actual production capacity, it can be cheaper."
Fu Haoran leaned back in his chair. "What do you think makes money the fastest?"
Jimmy thought the boss was joking, so he said casually, "Robbery, bank vault? Federal Reserve Money deposit point?"
"Seriously."
"I'm really not kidding." Jimmy spread his hands, "In terms of cash, the only ones with the most cash are those drug dealers."
"As far as I know, all their money is in cash and they will hide the unwashed money."
"It is said that the big drug lord over at Colombia makes a net profit of tens of millions of dollars every week. The cash is piled up in the warehouse, and rats don't even know it when they gnaw it."
Fu Haoran narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you talking about?"
Jimmy was stunned for a moment. "Boss, you don't really want to..."
"Who?" Fu Haoran repeated, his tone unquestionable.
Jimmy swallowed. "Colombia, Medellín, Emilio Rojas, South America is the biggest underground emperor."
"It is said that he has tens of thousands of armed men, controls the entire South America enhancer smuggling channel, and makes a net profit of tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars every week."
"JARVIS." Fu Haoran said.
The computer screen on the table lit up, and a mechanically synthesized voice came from the speaker. "Sir, the target information is being retrieved."
After a few seconds, a file pops up on the screen.
Emilio Rojas.
Colombia Medellín Group is the current leader.
At its peak, he controlled 80% of South America's contraband smuggling channels, making a net profit of US$420 million per week, and his net worth was conservatively estimated to exceed US$25 billion.
There are nearly 10,000 armed personnel under his command, and the core combat strength is the 3,000 elites who defected from the former Colombia special forces "Black Panther Brigade".
This group of people has experienced jungle warfare and anti-guerrilla warfare, and they are all equipped with American standard equipment. The CIA's seven previous encirclement and suppression operations have resulted in the loss of hundreds of agents, all of which fell into the hands of this group of people. Colombia government troops did not dare to approach his manor at all.
His sphere of influence covers Colombia, Mexico, Brazil and other South America countries, and controls multiple Caribbean Sea private ports.
His mansion covers an area of 7,000 acres, including a football field, an artificial lake, a bullring, and a private zoo with giraffes, elephants, and hippos. The maintenance of the zoo alone costs millions of dollars every year.
His eyes stayed on the words "Control multiple private ports in the Caribbean Sea and many abandoned lithium mines in Colombia" for a few seconds. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly smiled.
This guy not only has billions of dollars in cash, he also has all the mines and ports he needs.
"This guy is much richer than me."
"Get him, and all my problems are solved."
Jimmy was anxious. "Boss, do you really want to..."
"JARVIS, pick me up from the CIA."
Jimmy's eyes widened. "Boss! Are you crazy? Do you want to rob the drug lord?"
"It's not robbery." Fu Haoran stood up, "It's about cooperating with the Amerikan CIA and Colombia governments to launch a joint anti-drug and anti-terrorism operation."
Jimmy opened his mouth, but not a word came out.
Lucifer, who was standing next to him, joked, "It's really in line with your usual style, and you are back to your old profession."
Fu Haoran ignored her, directly picked up the dedicated mobile phone and scrolled to an encrypted number.
On the other end of the phone were two old acquaintances from the CIA.
A few months ago, Fu Haoran took over an outsourcing order for naval ship maintenance from Texas. Although in the end there was a lot of fuss over the budget card in Congress and they did not get any actual benefits, Fu Haoran still symbolically gave each of them one million US dollars.
The phone rang five times and was answered over there.
"Mr. Fu?" The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously surprised. It was Miller, "Why did you remember to contact me? What's the good thing?"
"There is a big deal." Fu Haoran got straight to the point, "I need you to help me get some approval documents."
"Approval? What approval?"
"Colombia Authorization for joint anti-drug operations within the territory. Amerikan At the government level."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
After a few seconds, Miller's voice became alert. "What do you want to do?"
"Emilio Rojas." Fu Haoran said, "I want to touch him."
There was silence for a few more seconds on the other end of the phone, and then Miller smiled, very reluctantly. "Mr. Fu, please stop making fun of our brother, Rojas, we have been staring at him for ten years and can't get rid of him, so you just want to touch him?"
"I must remind you that Rojas is the largest drug lord in the entire South America. He has hundreds of thousands of armed men and his equipment is better than that of the regular army."
"Colombia government forces and the CIA have worked together to suppress him for ten years, but they have done nothing to him. Do you want to do anything? The higher ups will not agree."
"I know." Fu Haoran said in a calm tone, "That's why I didn't say let the CIA take action. What I said was, I will hire someone, and you will issue the approval document."
Miller was stunned for a moment. "Are you a stranger?"
"I will bring my own equipment, decide my own tactics, and bear my own casualties. You just need to give me legal authorization." Fu Haoran said one word at a time, "After the matter is completed, Rojas's assets..."
"Wait a minute." Miller interrupted him, "This matter is too big and I can't make the decision on my own. I have to report it to my superiors."
"You have one hour." Fu Haoran said and hung up the phone.
Forty minutes later, the phone rang.
Miller's voice came from the receiver, and his tone changed obviously. "Mr. Fu, as mentioned above, in principle, we can cooperate, but there are conditions."
Forty minutes later, the phone rang.
Miller's voice came from the receiver, and his tone changed obviously. "Mr. Fu, as mentioned above, in principle, we can cooperate, but there are conditions."
"First, you have the command of the entire operation, but CIA observers must follow you throughout the entire operation, and all operation records must be archived."
"Second, the seized illegal assets will be handed over to the Colombia government and the Amerikan Federation government in proportion to the normal anti-drug operation seizure and disposal process. The handover ratio is 30%, and the remaining 70% can be used by the party leading the operation."
"Third..." Miller paused, "Bob and I each receive five million US dollars, plus the Colombia relationship management fee of fifty million."
Fu Haoran Let's settle the score.
Rojas's cash is conservatively estimated to be several billion dollars.
Even if only US$500 million is retained, this cost is only a drop in the bucket.
"Deal."
Miller breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Fu, you are a cheerful person."
"To tell you the truth, Rojas is a disgrace to our Latin American Bureau. We have been following him for ten years, and all seven encirclement and suppression campaigns were defeated. If I can lend your hand to arrest him, our director can be directly promoted to the third level. This political achievement is more important than anything else."
"But I have to remind you that Rojas's manor has three thousand personal guards, equipped with Anti-Aircraft Missile, anti-tank weapons, Armored Vehicle. Are you sure your people can handle it?"
Fu Haoran did not answer this question, but asked, "Rojas's manor, does it have an underground vault?"
"... Yes."
"How big is it?"
Miller was silent for two seconds. "It can hold several tons of cash."
Fu Haoran smiled.
"Then my army happens to be short of a few cash transport trucks."
Fu Haoran picked up his coat and walked to the door.
Jimmy caught up. "Boss, do you really want to go to Colombia?"
"Otherwise?" Fu Haoran said without looking back, "Will you pay the balance for me?"
Fu Haoran knows in his heart that this deal must be completed, otherwise he will not even be able to pay his salary next month.
The system pops up a window:
[Side mission has been triggered: Drug Lord Terminator]
[Goal: Take down Emilio Rojas's lair]
[Task reward: a random Warhammer Technology drawing, Universal Points+500]
[Punishment: None, you are already crazy from poverty anyway.]
Jimmy opened his mouth but did not dare to speak anymore.
He remembered that the most important thing his boss seemed to lack was people.
It's just that Jimmy can't figure out how his boss will bring people there?
Jimmy looked at the boss's back, and a ridiculous thought flashed through his mind, "Could it have fallen from the sky?"