Fu Haoran stands in the core open space in the center of the DYB factory.
In his original plan, this land was reserved for the headquarters building. It was in an excellent location. It was blocked by factories and storage areas on the outside. Outsiders could not see it at a glance, and internal employees rarely passed by.
Fu Haoran Open System Panel and select the redemption item.
[Do you want to spend 150,000 Universal Points and exchange it for Planetary Outpost Landing Base?]
"Yes."
A large mountain appeared out of thin air in mid-air, and air currents and dust swept across the entire open space.
The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and a 12-story-tall 8-sided giant metal fortress landed steadily on the open ground. The outer layer was matte reactive armor, and the bottom heavy-duty retractable landing bracket was deeply embedded in the rock formation.
It looks like a pyramid, but the edges are too hard and the lines are too cold, making it more like a fortress.
Priest Kallen stood nearby, the optical eyepiece flashed red, the mechanical tentacles tremblingly stretched out to the cold armor surface, and a series of binary garbled codes spewed out from the speaker.
The translator stumbled and read, "Dark Age of Technology----Product?"
"Relic of Omnissiah----Omnissiah is on----"
He was about to kneel down on the spot, but De Haoran grabbed him up.
"Stop bowing and get down to business first."
"In a while, someone will print the LOGO of the DYB R&D headquarters. The bigger the better. We will tell the outside world that this is a modular and movable scientific research headquarters."
Kallen's mechanical tentacles suddenly paused, and the red light of the optical eyepiece flashed so fast that it almost exploded. His tone contained a kind of extremely suppressed grievance unique to Tech-Priest, and even the loudspeaker was filled with electric noise. "Sir, this fortress was given to Relic by Omnissiah. Do you want to print a civilian LOGO on it?"
"Yes."
"Can you at least make the LOGO smaller? Or replace it with the gear skull emblem of our Machine Cult? I am willing to pray for three months so that Relic will not be stained by the secular LOGO!"
"Can't."
Kallen was silent for a full five seconds, the red light of the optical eyepiece dimmed, the mechanical tentacles hung down feebly, and the back was bleak and desolate, like a child who had been robbed of candy.
Fu Haoran ignored the depressed Kallen and walked straight into the production workshop.
He debugged the ingredient list on the control panel and found Plastisteel.
This material has the lightness of plastic and the tensile strength of steel alloy, and has broadband radar stealth properties.
In a sense, Plastisteel is an upgraded version of carbon fiber. It is stronger and lower cost than carbon fiber, and does not require spraying of stealth coating.
Japan Mishima wanted to use carbon fiber to clamp his neck, but now it has become a joke.
Fu Haoran directly changed the track and took away the opponent's job.
When he returned to the fortress early the next morning, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place.
The originally sharp-edged metal fortress is now covered with unnaturally smooth black stone slabs on its outer walls. No seams or rivets can be seen between the stone slabs, which glow with a faint green glow in the sunlight.
There is no curvature or ornamentation of human architecture.
There are two towering Obelisk on both sides of the main entrance, with luminous hieroglyphs suspended on the top.
The entire fortress now looks like a pyramid that was moved directly from the Pharaonic era, and then re-plated with a shell that does not belong to this era by some alien civilization using nanotechnology.
Priest Kallen squatted at the entrance of the fortress. The optical eyepiece was so red that it almost dripped blood. It made a buzzing sound that was on the verge of overload. The mechanical tentacles dug deep pits into the ground.
Seeing Fu Haoran approaching, he stood up suddenly, and a series of whines mixed with binary garbled words came out of the loudspeaker. "Sir! You changed Dark Age of Technology's fortress into an antique building of Xenomorph civilization!"
"When did I say I wanted to change it?" Fu Haoran looked confused.
Lucifer walked out of the shadows, holding a cup of jasmine tea in his hand, admiring his masterpiece, with a rare hint of satisfaction in his green eyes.
"You didn't want to modify the appearance, so I asked Scarab to decorate it according to my favorite style."
"Dear, do you think it looks good?"
Fu Haoran's experience told him that once Lucifer said "dear", it was not that she suddenly thought that the two were "lovers", but that she was declaring her dominant position.
Haha, women are all like this.
"It looks good." Fu Haoran said without conscience, without any psychological pressure.
Kallen's mechanical tentacles trembled and pointed at the gear skull flag, and said unwillingly, "That flag----
That's not our Machine Cult's holy symbol!"
Fu Haoran patted his shoulder.
"Kallen, you have to learn to accept reality." Fu Haoran said in the tone of an experienced person.
Kallen made a low mechanical groan.
At the same time, Washington, Pentagon is in the office of the deputy director of the Logistics Bureau.
Bradley Major General was flipping through the intelligence briefing that had just been sent, and stopped when he reached a certain page.
There are only a few lines on the briefing: Warhammer Arms Industry, a subsidiary of DYB Technology, has submitted an exhibition application to the Zhuhai Airshow organizing committee, including static display and flight demonstration of the actual machine.
He put the briefing on the table, leaned back in his chair, stared at the lines of words for a long time, and then smiled.
He is no stranger to this DYB Technology company.
The shadow of this Asian man was behind the previous military uniform procurement case and the subsequent Washington Xenomorph incident.
This guy has some tricks up his sleeve, Bradley admits.
But that's all.
As far as he knew, the aerial equipment that this company could obtain were a batch of Soviet Union antiques collected from the Kazakhstan auction, all of which were second-hand goods from the Cold War era.
Then I tinker with it in the workshop, change the skin, adjust the engine, and then sell it after refurbishment.
What kind of success can a businessman make by selling second-hand fighter jets?
As for the F-22 mentioned in the exhibition application, it is probably just an eye-catching gimmick.
If you put a few empty fuselage frames there and put an F-22 brand on them, the real ones for sale are probably those refurbished Soviet aircraft.
But having said that, after so many years of Zhuhai Airshow, this is the first time that Amerikan company has taken the initiative to sign up to participate in the exhibition. Even if it is just a second-hand dealer selling second-hand fighter jets, it is considered a first.
He is not afraid of embarrassment and has nothing to stop him.
Major General Bradley directly stamped his approval.
North America, DYB fighter aircraft production workshop.
The lights are bright and the machines are roaring, 24 hours a day.
Fu Haoran looked at the F-22 fuselage flowing slowly on the slide rail, turned around and said to Li Jianguo, "It's too slow. Before the air show, I need to have enough stock to fill the deck of a ro-ro ship."
Li Jianguo was stunned for a moment.
"Mr. Fu, our current speed has reached the limit. A single line can produce 12 aircraft per month, and all four lines are fully operational, 144 aircraft a year. This has no precedent in the history of global aviation manufacturing----"
"That's someone else. We don't need to compare with others." Fu Haoran interrupted him, "All complex parts are produced directly by the new R&D headquarters. They don't need to be reprocessed or measured. They are directly installed on the fuselage."
"In addition, remove all the processes on the pulse production line that do not require manual judgment, and hand over all these positions to Servitor."
Li Jianguo opened his mouth. "Mr. Fu, what is Servitor?"
Fu Haoran found that he had spilled the beans, but as the boss, Fu Haoran did not explain too much, "Automation Mechanical Arm, new equipment at the R&D headquarters."
He picked up the tablet, called up the working parameters of Servitor and Servo-Skull, and handed it to Li Jianguo.
"Each line is divided into two types of workstations: the manual stations focus on avionics, flight control, and final assembly, and the Servitor station covers welding, riveting, and skinning."
"The scheduling system recalculates the beat to allow seamless connection between the Servitor station and the manual station, without any waiting in between."
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Li Jianguo stared at the parameters on the tablet for a while, then raised his head and his eyes changed.
He has worked in aviation manufacturing all his life and has never seen such a workshop configuration.
It's not that there is no automated equipment, but that no one has ever used such a large-scale human-machine hybrid assembly line in fighter aircraft production.
But he could understand those parameters, and every number told him: this is feasible.
As for the "Servitor" the boss said, he didn't ask much.
After working with Mr. Fu for so long, from the super battery of new energy vehicles to the mysterious printer that can produce fighter parts with an accuracy of 0.01 mm, the boss has too many black technologies in his hands.
Don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked, just do your job well. This is a survival rule that he has long understood.
After a rough calculation, Li Jianguo gave the answer, "If the Servitor station and the manual station can be seamlessly connected, the assembly efficiency can be at least doubled."
"Coupled with the fact that all parts have been prefabricated, the monthly production capacity of a single line has been increased to more than 25 units."
"With all four lines in full operation, nearly 100 aircraft can be rolled off the production line in a month."
Li Jianguo himself can't believe this data.
Fu Haoran nodded.
"Just follow this plan. Servitor and Servo-Skull will be transferred directly from the R&D headquarters and will enter the workshop tonight."
"All workers receive five times the salary, working in three shifts, and the machines are constantly shut down."
"Before the air show, I want to see enough stock to fill a ro-ro ship."
Li Jianguo took a breath. "Mr. Fu, this is too late! I'm afraid I can't do it."
"It must be done." Fu Haoran had no intention of negotiating at all. "Once the F-22 is made public at the air show, Amerikan all competitors will pounce on us like crazy and stop us from selling."
"Global orders are just one piece of cake, first come first served."
"We speak with spot goods. Customers can take delivery of the goods after paying. They don't have to wait three to five years for delivery like Lockheed Martin.
As long as the first batch of orders are placed, we can use the deposit to expand the production line and reduce the cost to even lower, creating a snowball effect."
"Recover blood, expand, and don't give anyone a way to survive."
Li Jianguo understood instantly.
This is no ordinary product launch, it is a huge gamble against time, and it is also a Lightning Fighter battle for the global fifth-generation mobile phone market.
Zhuhai Airshow Organizing Committee Office.
Lao Song has been working in the organizing committee for almost twenty years and has handled registration materials from countless exhibitors. Today, this material took him three minutes to read. At the top of the application form, the company name column reads "DYB Warhammer Arms Industry Technology Group", and the registered address is Amerikan Texas.
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Lao Song turned the application form to the next page and then turned it back.
He took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, put them back on, and read the form from beginning to end again.
"What's wrong?" The colleague next to him came over.
"Amerikan's company, come to our air show."
The colleague was stunned for a moment.
"Amerikan's arms dealers? Don't they never come to our air show?"
This is true.
Looking through the exhibitor list of previous Zhuhai Airshow, Amerikan can hardly see the mainstream military industry giants.
Those giants didn't even bother to come.
The few Amerikan companies that come occasionally are second- and third-tier suppliers of avionics or engine parts.
"So what's the background of this company? Warhammer Arms Industry? I've never heard of it."
"Could it be a leather bag company?"
"It's possible, but they actually paid the exhibition fee and applied for airspace for the actual flight demonstration."
"The venue fee and insurance fee alone are not a small sum."
"That's all, I'll go report the situation." Lao Song stood up and left.
Zhuhai Airshow Organizing Committee, the meeting room in the director's office was filled with smoke and gloom.
The air show opens in a month, but the core team of the organizing committee held a meeting for a whole afternoon. Everyone's face was full of anxiety.
Director Zhang Jun extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, knocked on the table, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tell me about the problems at this air show and what are the unresolved issues."
Wang Lei, the deputy director in charge of investment promotion, spoke first, his tone full of helplessness. "Director Zhang, the investment promotion pressure is too great."
"Mainstream European and American arms dealers are not coming at all. Boeing and Airbus only sent a small delegation this year, and they didn't even bring real machines."
"Most of the private exhibitors are engaged in drone models and aviation accessories. There are still three large outdoor complete machine booths vacant. They cannot be rented out anymore. This year's revenue target will not be achieved, and the higher ups will definitely be held accountable."
"It's not just about attracting investment." The deputy director in charge of publicity answered with an even uglier expression, "After the last air show, the instructions from above stated that our international influence is seriously insufficient."
"Google searched for Zhuhai Airshow. Except for the rhythmic article <Voice of Amerikan>, the first two pages were all our own media releases, and the Western mainstream media ignored them at all."
"Paris Air Show, Farnborough Airshow, the global media are chasing after the report, but we are lucky, except at home, there is no splash at all overseas."
Zhang Jun's brows furrowed even more tightly.
"There are also supporting forums!" the person in charge of conference affairs added, "I have named and criticized them above. Paris Air Show has European Air and Missile Defence Conference, and Farnborough has Global Aerospace Forum. We only have a few small seminars in the industry, and there is not even a decent international defense and security forum."
"There is also the area of maritime defense, but there is not even a serious maritime defense exhibition. We are required by the authorities to make up for this shortcoming this year, but now we can't even find a company to host it."
"Security pressure is also great." The person in charge of security sighed, "National Security informed us about the high-precision scanner illegally scanning equipment in the last session. This session requires everything to be foolproof, but our manpower and budget are tight, and we simply cannot withstand such great pressure."
"As for the audience," the person in charge of the cultural and tourism sector said with a grimace, "The audience complained at the last session that the star products were not unveiled, the interactivity was poor, and there was nothing much to do except watch the air show and take photos."
"The tourism enthusiasm generated by the air show has not been translated into economic benefits at all. Hotels and restaurants are complaining that they cannot retain people."
A room full of people, every word you say to me, is a problem that cannot be solved.
Zhang Jun leaned back on the chair and felt that his head was as big as a bucket.
Zhuhai Airshow has held so many sessions, and it seems that the scale is getting bigger and bigger, but the problems inside are piling up.
The international influence is not increasing, the mainstream Western manufacturers are not coming, the supporting facilities cannot keep up, making profits is becoming more difficult every year, but the requirements above are getting higher year by year.
Just when the entire conference room fell into dead silence, there was a gentle knock on the office door.
Lao Song pushed the door open and came in with incredible excitement on his face, holding an exhibition application in his hand. "Director Zhang! Deputy Director Wang! There is a new exhibition application! Big customer!"
Wang Lei sat upright instantly. "What big customer? Boeing Airbus let go?"
"No, it's a private enterprise owned by Amerikan, called Warhammer Arms Industry." Lao Song handed over the application.
"They want to rent our largest outdoor complete machine booth, a 1,200-square-meter indoor core exhibition hall, and also book the No. 3 sub-venue for three days of International General Aviation and Defense Forum. They even cover the invitations to the guests of the forum and the execution of conference affairs!"
Everyone in the conference room became energetic instantly.
The empty booth and the supporting forum that I have been worrying about for a long time are now delivered to my door?
Zhang Jun picked up the application, flipped through two pages, and opened his eyes wider and wider. "The rent is paid in full in advance?"
"Yes! Their finance department has already sent me the deposit, saying that as soon as the booth is approved, the balance will be paid immediately!" Lao Song nodded and added a piece of bombshell news.
"Also, they applied for a 10,000-ton or above Zhuhai Port berth, saying they wanted to park their exhibition equipment transport ship. They chartered it themselves, and the port authority asked us for our opinion whether to approve it or not.
People in the room looked at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.
It's not so accurate to give a pillow to someone who feels sleepy!
Empty booths, supporting forums, investment revenue, and even the port authority's berth revenue are all covered!
Wang Lei was the first to react and quickly asked, "What does this Warhammer Arms Industry do? What is the declared exhibit category?"
"What I applied for is a new general aircraft, foreign trade defense equipment, and I also applied for real aircraft flight performance qualifications." Lao Song answered truthfully.
"Amerikan registered company?" Zhang Jun sat upright suddenly, his eyes brightened, "Even if it is a small private company, it is the first Amerikan military-related enterprise to actively sign up for the exhibition!"
The deputy publicity director next to him reacted instantly. "That's right! With Amerikan company participating in the exhibition, won't the international influence of our external publicity increase? The higher-ups have been criticizing this point, isn't this solved?"
The whole room instantly became more excited.
Originally it was just a financial backer, but now it has directly made up for the two biggest shortcomings of this air show: investment revenue and international influence.
"Eh? They want a real aircraft flight show?" Wang Lei was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "What kind of real aircraft can a private company have? At most, it is a small private plane, a plant protection drone, or a modified sports aircraft."
I guess the boss is rich and wants to use the air show to attract attention and make the company famous."
The people next to me also agreed, "It must be true. The name sounds quite bluffing, Warhammer Arms Industry, but in fact it is a small company engaged in general aviation."
"It doesn't matter what he does, just pay him! The booth that has been empty for so long is finally rented out, and the revenue target is more than half achieved!"
"He also helped us organize a defense forum, which just made up for the shortcomings required above. This was a real help in times of need!"
Zhang Jun After reading through the application, I felt relieved.
No matter what, they are willing to spend money, rent venues, hold forums, and solve several major problems that the organizing committee is currently having a headache for. This is enough.
He immediately made a decision. "The booth has been approved! The best seats will be given to them indoors and outdoors! The best Hall No. 3 will be reserved for them at the branch venue! At the Port Authority, I personally greeted them and approved the berth for them!"
After a pause, he specifically told Lao Song: "I am a big customer. I have paid the full amount in advance. I have solved so many problems for us. I must provide VIP reception of the highest standard."
"Customs clearance, security, and conference affairs docking during the exhibition will all be handled by dedicated personnel one-on-one, and nothing can go wrong."
"Okay, Director Zhang, I'll get it done right away!" Lao Song took the application and ran out happily.
The gloom in the conference room was swept away, and everyone had smiles on their faces.
No one took this little-known company Warhammer Arms Industry seriously, they just thought it was a wealthy sponsor who came to help them fill the hole in this air show.
No one knows that the 10,000-ton ro-ro ship that is about to dock at the port contains a fighter jet that can subvert the global arms trade market.
No one thought that this small private company in their eyes would shock Aviation Industry Corporation of China all over the world in a month.