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JARVIS searched all public databases and finally gave only a vague result: the end user information of this batch of military uniforms was encrypted and could not be found.
Fu Haoran frowned.
Why should a military uniform procurement project be kept secret?
But he didn't think much about it.
It's just a military uniform, what's so weird about it?
It's not about producing missiles or biological and chemical weapons.
There is no technical skill involved in this kind of work, it's just OEM work.
Fu Haoran directly ordered JARVIS to give tasks to the newly acquired textile factory in China.
Shengze Town.
Everprosper Textile Factory, which has just been acquired by DYB, the factory director Sun Zhixu is sitting in the office, which is very sad.
He is a typical second-generation factory worker.
When dad is here, I can't show off my talents.
After finally enduring it until the old man delegated power, Sun Zhixu felt that an opportunity had come, so he copied what he had learned all his life... that is, the "essence" accumulated in the four years of college, according to the standard answers.
Upgrade production lines, optimize technology, and improve the technological content of products.
After one operation, he was as fierce as a tiger and found himself 250 years old.
The product is good, but no one buys it.
Either the design is bad or the style is wrong.
Sun Zhixu also tried to keep an eye on the popular products on the Internet, but even if he copied them, he couldn't understand them. Instead, he was sued.
After a lot of trouble, the factory almost went bankrupt, and the old man was sent to the hospital out of anger.
Almost all of the factory's fortune is spent on industrial upgrading.
As a result, not only did I not make any money, I ended up spending money on it.
Sun Zhixu wants to cry but has no tears.
A few weeks ago, a company proposed an acquisition, saying it was interested in their R&D capabilities.
Sun Zhixu was worried that no one would take over the offer. When he saw someone coming to buy it, he signed the contract without saying a word.
As for why the other party took a fancy to his Messy Situation, he couldn't figure it out and didn't bother to think about it.
However, the strange thing is that after the acquisition, the new boss did not lay off any employees or close the factory, allowing them to continue research and development.
But Sun Zhixu is still worried. Who knows when the factory will be demolished due to foreign acquisition?
He opened the window and saw that the machines in the workshop were still running, and the workers were working with an indescribable sense of despondency.
"Director Xiao Sun." The assistant pushed the door open and came in with a tight expression, "The customer... no, it's an order from the headquarters."
Sun Zhixu took the printed task and glanced at it, thinking that he had read it wrong.
"Rush to produce 10,000 sets of United States military special forces military uniforms, which are fire-retardant, wear-resistant and tear-resistant, and reduce the visibility of infrared detection... the delivery time is one month."
His first reaction was: It's over, the new boss is here to cause trouble.
United States military Special Forces' indicators must not be at the ceiling level?
Sun Zhixu bit the bullet and turned down the page, the more he turned, the more confused he became.
Wait, why is this requirement... a bit low?
Fire retardant?
It only mentioned the requirements, not the style, and it's still a cloak. Is it okay to use a fire blanket to modify it?
Wear and tear resistant?
Hiking pants worth a few hundred dollars can do this.
Reduce IR detection?
This thing does have a bit of technical content, but domestic camouflage fabric manufacturers have conquered it a few years ago.
He turned to the last page and read it from beginning to end to make sure he read it correctly.
"That's it?"
Sun Zhixu was stunned.
"The indicators and requirements are not high. Are they high imitations and sold to military fans?"
Sun Zhixu I don't understand, and I'm too lazy to think about it.
At this time, the package shipped by air from the headquarters also arrived. Sun Zhixu and a few master craftsmen opened it and studied it carefully, and found that it was similar to what they guessed.
"Director Xiao Sun, this job is not difficult. The fabrics used are available in China."
Sun Zhixu took a deep breath and began to settle accounts.
Even if the best raw materials are used, a set costs less than 300 yuan.
The OEM price given by the headquarters is 800 yuan per set.
Ten thousand sets, net profit of five million.
It's enough to pay the entire factory's salary for half a year.
This order is a piece of fat that can support the whole factory, and it is also a hot potato.
"If anything goes wrong, the jobs of more than 300 people in the factory might be ruined."
Sun Zhixu didn't dare to neglect, he didn't want the old man to know after he was discharged from the hospital that he not only sold the factory, but also smashed the factory's sign, and finally lost the jobs of the old employees.
Then I will definitely be hung up and whipped.
"Do it!" Sun Zhixu slapped his hand on the table, "Do your best! Your overtime pay during this period will be doubled. You must complete the first task assigned by the new company."
"Ask Tao and the others to come over and start proofing tonight."
When the workers heard that there was an order and it was from the new boss, they finally let go of their worries.
The master put on his gloves, walked into the warehouse, dug out the technical information from two years ago from the dusty filing cabinet, took a photo of the cover, and grinned.
On the other side of the ocean, Fu Haoran hung up the confirmation call with Sun Zhixu.
He casually put the document of the military uniform order aside and didn't take it to heart at all.
For him, the OEM of 10,000 sets of military uniforms was just a small business worth mentioning, with little technical content. It was just to find some work for the newly acquired factory and stabilize the workers and management.
At the same time, there are Pentagon and Jensen's private offices on the other side.
He hung up the confirmation call with Fu Haoran, leaned back in his chair, and dialed the encrypted channel of Trinity Bio.
"The contract has been signed, the foundry has been found, and the first batch of military uniforms will be delivered within three months."
Laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Well done, General, the twenty points rebate has been transferred to your overseas account."
Jensen pretended to be reserved and said, "Money is a trivial matter. What I want is the human experimental data of the first batch of pharmaceuticals."
"In addition, the project leader of Future Soldier Program must be me."
Jensen It is very clear that if you want to sit in this position for a longer time, you must produce more political achievements.
Right now, only this super soldier project is in his best interests.
Triune Biomedical Company headquarters, top floor conference room.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is Lake Geneva, with white sails dotted on the lake. In the conference room, the atmosphere is as cold as an ice cellar.
CEO Davis slammed a financial report on the table.
"Fu Haoran's life extension medical project has a net profit of more than three billion US dollars in a single quarter."
"A Chinese man, relying on the so-called life extension technology, has stolen the global high-end medical market cake."
"The cardiovascular drugs we spent ten years researching and developing, the profit in one year is not as much as what one clinic makes in one month."
He looked around at everyone present, his voice full of jealousy and madness.
"Progenitor Factor, this is our chance to make a comeback."
Another executive nodded and said, "His life extension technology is essentially a trick of gene editing."
"Our Progenitor Factor can do what he can do, and what he can't do, that is, create absolute power."
This is not GG, it is Amway from the treasure book <Warhammer: Starting Planetary Governor, three hundred years of tax arrears>.
"By then, the world's high-end biomedical market will belong to us, Sanlian."
The big screen in the conference room was playing a picture silently.
The screen shows that they extracted genes from the giant corpse of Charlie and obtained the desired virus in just one month.
This virus is harmless.
Not only can it improve muscle density, bone density and nerve response speed, it can also strengthen cells and repair missing parts.
The most important thing is that this virus can improve biological genes, thereby making the vector stronger and healthier.
Triad Company named this virus "King Kong Origin Factor".
"Progenitor Factor has been circulating around the world as a dietary supplement through black market channels for half a year." The R&D director flipped through the data.
"North America, Europe, South America, the black market in Southeast Asia, orders have been scheduled for next year."
"There are no obvious side effects after short-term use, and the feedback is excellent. However, there have been several cases of irreversible manic symptoms in experimental subjects using large doses and long-term use."
"We have sealed all relevant data and have not leaked it to the outside world."
Davis nodded with satisfaction.
Chief pharmacologist Irina pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "Sir, the clinical trial has only been conducted for half a year, and the long-term side effects are completely unknown."
"Our first-phase experimental subjects are all homeless, drug addicts, and illegal immigrants. There have been several cases of manic symptoms."
"The risk is too high to push it to the military now."
Davis raised his hand to interrupt her, "Dr. Irina, your job is to make the medicine more effective, not to tell me how dangerous it is."
Davis sneered, his eyes full of indifference.
"Risk? Those low-level trash are just a waste of social resources."
"Providing data for our experiments is their only value in this life. Are they dead? If they die, we will change the batch."
"As long as public opinion is controlled, it won't matter no matter how many people die."
"Our medicine is much stronger than those bullshit steroid injections. As long as one injection is given every day, it can not only reverse the body's muscle aging, but also give people beautiful muscle lines and greatly improve their athletic ability."
"More importantly, it can resist aging. I think you know what this means."
Davis looked around at everyone and asked leisurely.
"We have already taken care of it at the FDA. No one will investigate the lives of these homeless people and drug addicts."
"Amerikan The most indispensable thing is idiots who are willing to trade their lives for a shot of potion."
"Fu Haoran uses life extension technology to harvest the rich, we use Progenitor Factor to harvest everyone."
"His customers are afraid of death, our customers want to become stronger - who has a bigger market?"
Davis clicked on another piece of data, and on the screen was a crazy scene in the global fitness circle.
The black market version of Progenitor Factor has become the standard for fitness influencers. Even though one shot costs thousands of dollars, the supply still exceeds demand.
Those Internet celebrities relied on pharmaceuticals to develop beast-like figures, but no one knew that their bodies were being hollowed out bit by bit by genetic pharmaceuticals.
"The Internet celebrity market is just the appetizer, and the military orders are the bulk." Davis knocked on the table with crazy eyes, "When the military verifies the effect, we will promote Progenitor Factor to the world."
"The black market, mercenaries, and the military of various countries, as long as they are willing to pay, we will sell it."
"When the time comes, all the super soldiers in the world will use our Sanlian medicine."
Davis looked out the window with a cold smile on his lips.
Across the ocean, Fu Haoran has finished processing the military uniform order and is preparing to take a rest.
Olof, one of the persons in charge of the aircraft cemetery.
"Mr. Olof, if you call me so late, you must have good news for me."
"Yes, Mr. Fu, you guessed it right."
"Locke Sid Martin is planning to dispose of the entire F-22 production line. Now this production line, which is theoretically to be scrapped, is in my hands. I wonder if you are interested?"
"Oh, by the way, it's the entire production line, a complete set of processing equipment, and some tooling drawings, all packaged and auctioned."
"There are also several avionics supporting factories that have second-hand production lines that were used to support the F-22, and they are also willing to sell them."
"They were all sealed after being shut down in 2011, and the equipment is of high integrity."
Fu Haoran The first reaction is, is the old beauty crazy? The most advanced F-22 fighter production line is actually going to be disposed of!
Will it never be made again?
But then I thought about it, and it was right.
When the production line was shut down in 2011, Congress felt that this thing was too expensive.
It costs tens of millions every year to maintain and seal the equipment after production ceases. Locke Sid Martin is eager to find someone to take over.
But Fu Haoran didn't show too much excitement.
Because this is a hot potato.
Nothing else, just because production is too difficult.
In addition, the F-22 has a single function and is very expensive. In addition, the F-22 does not exist to throw iron lumps.
At least Amerikan Congressmen generally feel that although the F-22 fighter jet has strong air combat capability, its function is too single and its multifunctionality is insufficient.
Moreover, according to Congress' calculations, the price of one F-22 is equal to three F35s.
You can see how expensive it is.
Fu Haoran was silent for a long time.
"How much is the quote?"
"Full package, 2.2 billion U. S. dollars, the other party requires a cash transaction and does not use the public account."
Fu Haoran was silent for a long time and said, "1.5 billion."
"Tsk... let me ask again, but I think this price is too low."
Fu Haoran reminded, "My friend, even if I can build the F-22 fighter jet, who can I sell it to?"
"Does the government allow me to sell?"
"In the end, I can only use it as a spare tire to repair the F-22. It's possible to spend 1.5 billion to buy one. You know better than me how high the risk is."
After ending the call, Fu Haoran looked at the lights outside the window, his mind racing rapidly.
1.5 billion US dollars.
A second-hand production line that I don't know if it can be turned around...
Fu Haoran I remembered that a while ago I was complaining that the production line of the third-generation mobile phone would cost tens of billions, and the price-performance ratio was too low.
Fortunately, now, the production line of the fifth-generation aircraft is coming to your door. It is a bit expensive. The problem is that the production difficulty of the fifth-generation aircraft is more than an order of magnitude higher than that of the third-generation aircraft.
But no matter what, having cards in your hand is better than having no cards.
"First, I used 1.5 billion to buy the admission ticket. As for whether we can turn the production line around... that's Kallen's problem."
"Now we have to exchange money for time. Even if it is a little more expensive, I will accept it."
Not long after, the call came.
"Mr. Fu, the other party's base price is 1.8 billion. The extra 300 million can give you a qualification to bid for the Air Force."
Fu Haoran's eyes lit up, but he didn't agree immediately. Instead, he was silent for a few seconds before speaking in a reluctant tone, "Deal."