The door of the presidential suite closed behind Kim Jisoo. She had already been mentally prepared for all this and wanted to give herself away.
Tonight is destined to be a big gamble. If you win the gamble, you can turn around.
If you lose the bet, you won't lose anything except that you're gone for the first time.
Kim Jisoo still remembers that before departure, the brokerage company representative called her into the office and his tone was colder than the last time he arranged a "business reception"0
"The Ministry of National Defense requires that the other party's boss agree to our installment payment. Your task is to convince the other party."
Ha, is that the condition?
This was what Kim Jisoo thought at the time, but after seeing the contract worth 1.7 billion US dollars, Kim Jisoo opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe his eyes.
That's 1.7 billion U. S. dollars, not 1.7 billion won.
The biggest number she had ever seen in her life.
Kim Jisoo didn't ask questions like "Why yourself?"
Kim Jisoo knows very well that she is valuable because she is the runner-up of Miss Universe and is the only bargaining chip that HANA Entertainment can use at the moment0
At the same time, she is also the least valuable, because apart from this face and this body, she is nothing in the eyes of the company.
That night, she was sitting alone on the balcony of her dormitory and saw Shen Shuwei's ins on her phone.
The champion is taking a magazine cover photo at Maldives, with the caption saying "Thank you for everyone's support".
Shen Shuwei's father is a sponsor of the event and she does not need to be sent to anyone's room.
Kim Jisoo flipped the phone on his lap, looked at the night view of Seoul, and made a decision.
"Instead of being used as a bargaining chip by the company and given to different people again and again, it would be better for me to choose a buyer myself."
Back in time, the lights in the suite are all warm-toned.
Kim Jisoo took a deep breath and reached out to unbutton his coat.
The coat fell to the ground, revealing the burgundy suspender skirt underneath.
Two extremely thin suspenders hang on the collarbone, the neckline is very low, and two pieces of fabric cross over the chest, barely covering the full arc.
Fu Haoran sat on the sofa and did not move.
Kim Jisoo's fingers pinched the sling on his left shoulder and gently pulled it out.
The sling slides down the shoulder, then to the right.
The entire dress slipped from her chest and piled around her ankles, revealing her perfect body.
Her waist is very thin, and her waistcoat line creates a clear shadow in the light outside the window.
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She hugged Fu Haoran's neck, stood on tiptoes, put her lips against his ear, and said in a very low voice, but extremely firm. "Mr. Fu, the contract is not urgent."
"I know what the Department of Defense and the agency want me to do, but I don't want to be their bargaining chip forever."
"I can help you connect with South Korea's purchasing group, and even help you find out their lowest prices and bottom lines."
Fu Haoran leaned on the back of the sofa, looked at her calmly, and asked, "Where are you?"
Kim Jisoo was stunned for a moment.
"They asked you to be a lobbyist, what do you want?"
These words were like a needle stuck in Kim Jisoo's throat.
She had prepared her talk all night, about South Korea's bottom line of the Ministry of National Defense, the installment plan, and even the "techniques" taught to her by the brokerage company, but now they were all stuck in her mouth.
No one ever asked her what she wanted to do.
The brokerage company treats her as a cash cow, the Ministry of National Defense treats her as a bargaining chip, and the president treats her as a gift to please clients.
Only the person in front of her asked her what she wanted to do when she was leaning in front of him almost half-naked in a suspender skirt.
"I want to terminate the contract." Kim Jisoo said, "I have four years left on my contract, and the liquidated damages are two billion won."
"The company won't let me go unless someone helps me pay the money."
Fu Haoran raised his eyebrows. He had seen many beauties brought to his doorstep as bargaining chips, but this was the first time he saw one who took the initiative to overturn the script and find a way out for himself.
Fu Haoran looked at her and didn't rush to speak.
For Fu Haoran, he can pay the liquidated damages on her behalf.
This is just a fraction of the profit of an F-22.
But Fu Haoran didn't say "yes".
He took out his mobile phone, dialed the number Jimmy, and pressed speakerphone.
"Jimmy, help me contact Seoul's lawyer."
"South Korea Kim Jisoo, an artist under HANA Entertainment, has an exclusive contract dispute and a liquidated damages of 2 billion won. We are fully entrusted to handle it."
"The legal proceedings will begin tomorrow."
The voice of Jimmy on the other end of the phone was crisp and clear. "Understood, boss."
Fu Haoran hung up the phone and looked into Kim Jisoo's eyes.
Kim Jisoo couldn't believe her ears. She debuted at the age of fourteen. She danced in the practice room until three o'clock in the morning. She never cried when her knees bled on the singing stage.
But just one phone call from the other party ended her Asian dream.
"There's one more thing." Fu Haoran still didn't get up, "Tell your people that installments are available, and let them discuss the details with my business team."
The matter seemed to have come to an end, but Kim Jisoo did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he pulled Fu Haoran down on the big bed in the bedroom.
This is not a transaction, not a favor, it is her own choice.
She wants to give her first time to someone who truly respects her, instead of being given to some greasy old man by the company.
The mattress was very soft, and her body sank into it and bounced up again.
As the lead dancer of a girl group for six years, her body flexibility has been honed by practicing dance day after day, and every movement has just the right amount of tension.
She held back her energy and wanted to firmly hold the initiative in her own hands.
This is not flattery, not a transaction, it is the path she has chosen and the body she controls.
Things went smoothly after that.
"Although this is my first time, as long as I take the lead, it will not be easy to handle given my strength."
Kim Jisoo thinks so.
Ten minutes later.
"Haha, this is just the beginning."
Thirty minutes later.
"I barely passed the test." She bit her lip, feeling unwilling to admit defeat.
One hour later.
The movements of her waist began to fluctuate, and she finally realized that her top-notch physical fitness as a dancer was simply not enough in the face of Fu Haoran's system-strengthened physical attributes.
"Little---- you're looking down on me, I can stand in the C position."
Two hours later, Kim Jisoo's mind went blank.
"I----I can't do it anymore?!"
Fu Haoran never made any unnecessary movements. He just put his hands behind his head and his eyes fell on her calmly, as if he was watching a carefully choreographed performance.
It wasn't until her whole body went limp, her waist began to twist out of rhythm, and she completely lost all strength, that he spoke in a low voice with a hint of a smile, "Are you tired now?"
Kim Jisoo bit his lower lip, trying to retain the last bit of stubbornness.
However, Fu Haoran didn't give her a chance. He grabbed her waist with one hand, turned her over, and took over the initiative.
Kim Jisoo's physical reserves had been mostly consumed by the previous active attack, and sweat slid down her back.
Fu Haoran silently picked up her legs and put them on her shoulders.
The force was so strong that she slid onto the armrest of the sofa, and she was forced to grab the armrest and pull herself back.
The bedside lamp flickered on and off according to the movements of the two people.
Kim Jisoo's consciousness began to blur.
She remembered later that she was lying on the armrest of the sofa, her face pressed against the leather surface, and she said vaguely, "I can't do it anymore."
What Kim Jisoo doesn't know is that her dancing skills are completely inadequate in front of Fu Haoran's attributes.
I don't know how long it took, but Kim Jisoo fell asleep.
He really fell asleep.
During a certain position change, she lay on Fu Haoran's chest, listened to his steady heartbeat, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
When she was woken up by a continuous shock, she opened her eyes in a daze and found that the old cow was still behind her.
She tilted her head and glanced out the window. The sky was beginning to turn white.
Sweat soaked the sheets beneath her into a large dark stain.
Kim Jisoo only felt that my mouth was dry and my lips were dry. I wanted to speak, but my throat was so hoarse that I couldn't make a sound.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Fu Haoran got up from her body and answered the phone.
Kim Jisoo collapsed on the sofa, not even having the strength to turn over, and could only squint at Fu Haoran's back.
The shoulders are very broad, blocking the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fu Haoran hung up the phone, walked back and put a business card in her hand.
"This is my lawyer's business card. South Korea The entertainment industry is not very clean and I don't like it."
Fu Haoran pulled the sheet over and covered Kim Jisoo.
"If you don't want to continue in the entertainment industry, you can find my lawyer. He can solve your contract problem."
"If you have other troubles, you can also make this call, but you only have one chance."
Kim Jisoo took the business card handed over to him. The business card only had an English name and a phone number.
She knows what this business card means.
This number can help her solve a minor trouble, but this kind of "help" can only be provided once.
Kim Jisoo For a moment, I didn't know how to choose.
After thinking about it, fatigue came over me, and Kim Jisoo fell into a deep sleep.
After a night of exercise, Fu Haoran is still in high spirits and not at all tired.
In fact, Fu Haoran found that with the continuous strengthening of system attributes, he only needed three or four hours of sleep a day, and even staying up all night would not affect his state at all.
Jimmy was already waiting at the elevator entrance in the corridor, holding a folder in one hand and the star Buck in the other.
Although he is now the chief lawyer of DYB, in many cases he still maintains the habits he had when he was a grassroots lawyer.
"Boss, the delegation of University of Tokyo is already waiting in conference room three."
"The leader of the team is Chen Jifan, deputy director of the Naval Equipment Department, who is the new leader of this domestic procurement group."
"Accompanying us are two chief engineers from the Ship Design Institute and a deputy chief engineer from Aviation Industry Corporation of China. Experts from the Nuclear Industry Group also made a special trip here."
Jimmy turned a page of the folder.
"In addition, the delegation of Japan Ministry of Defense has been waiting in the reception room for almost an hour. The delegations of South Korea and White Elephant Country have also arrived. They are all waiting in the restaurant to be queued. Singh specifically asked me to tell you that they are sincere buyers who have bought 147 fighter jets in their entire warehouse. They hope to be the first to negotiate."
"Tell them to line up." Fu Haoran took the folder, "University of Tokyo talk first, South Korea you can just go and talk. Their installment payment can be agreed, but they need to bring some technology to cooperate with us."
"The remaining Japan and White Elephant Country are scheduled for the afternoon."
After speaking, Fu Haoran walked into the conference room No. 3.
The conference room was not big, with seven or eight people sitting on each side of the long table.
University of Tokyo is headed by Chen Jifan, with chief engineers and experts in various fields sitting on the left and right, and assistants and recordkeepers in the back row, each holding a notebook and sitting upright.
There are only four people sitting here Fu Haoran, himself, Li Jianguo, Jimmy, and an assistant responsible for recording.
The two parties sat down and there was no unnecessary greeting.
Chen Jifan got straight to the point and pushed the purchase Manifest in front of Fu Haoran: "Mr. Fu, we won't beat around the bush."
"After an emergency seminar, our navy and air force joint evaluation team decided to purchase the first batch of 24 F-22 modified fighters, and will increase the number to 48 aircraft later depending on the performance of the field."
"The first batch is all settled at a unit price of US$70 million. The supporting ammunition, maintenance equipment, and full training for 12 pilots are all packaged and included in the contract, and the full amount is settled in cash."
Fu Haoran is not surprised by this.
At that time, the first batch of Su-27 Flanker fighters introduced into the country was 24, which was just enough to field an aviation regiment. It could not only quickly form combat effectiveness, but also leave enough time for reverse adaptation. It was the safest and most consistent procurement plan in line with the logic of realistic military trade.
Fu Haoran glanced at Manifest and nodded.
24 racks, not a lot, but just an appetizer.
As long as it is successfully used domestically, subsequent orders will only come in a steady stream.
"Okay." Fu Haoran pushed Manifest back.
Chen Jifan continued, "In addition, we also need to purchase 100 blocking ropes. The technical specifications are based on the current model of Great Fortune."
"Also, we want to carry out technical cooperation on aircraft carrier electromagnetic catapult technology."
Fu Haoran nodded. "24 is no problem. The arresting cable is no problem either. You should have seen it when you visited before. The rated arresting life is two thousand times. Each cable costs 100,000 U. S. dollars. The total price of 100 cables is 10 million U. S. dollars. Available from stock."
Chen Jifan exchanged a look with the technical expert behind him.
Fu Haoran did not take the opportunity to increase the price, but instead directly closed the deal according to the public quotation. This cheerful attitude made all their prepared bargaining strategies fail.
"As for the electromagnetic ejection technology----" Fu Haoran paused, "I can't sell the drawings directly. But I can give you a better plan."
"What plan?"
"First, I need a group of experienced aviation engineers and ship designers to be dispatched to assist, responsible for upgrading the production line and optimizing fighter aircraft adaptation."
"You recommend people, and I will interview and select them. If you are not satisfied, I have the right to ask for a replacement."
"I will pay them extra salary. The contract will be signed every three years and will be assessed once a year. If I fail the assessment, I have the right to terminate the cooperation. I can return to my country at any time when the term expires."
"Second, my second aircraft carrier of the same level is already under planning. From design, construction to sea trials, except for the core power cabin, the entire process can be open to domestic teams, and you can send engineers to participate in the entire process."
The conference room fell silent for a moment.
The members of the domestic team exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw the shock and concern in each other's eyes.
The former condition is obviously to select talents in the name of expatriation, and the initiative lies entirely in the hands of Fu Haoran.
The latter condition confused everyone even more.
Which country doesn't cover up the core technology of its active aircraft carriers so tightly that they won't even let them get close?
Now Jingran has actively invited people to participate in the entire construction of the new aircraft carrier?
This is equivalent to laying out all core technologies such as ship design, electromagnetic catapult, and power layout for people to see!
Chen Jifan took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. "Mr. Fu, we need to hold a short internal meeting to discuss these two conditions. Give us half an hour."
"Please." Fu Haoran nodded, stood up and led Li Jianguo out of the conference room.
In the small lounge next door, as soon as the door was closed, there was an explosion inside.
"The risk of dispatching engineers abroad is too high! The initiative is all in his hands. If he is not satisfied, he can replace him. Doesn't this mean that we give our talents to him to choose?" Aviation Industry Corporation of China's deputy chief engineer spoke first, his tone full of concerns.
"I think we can talk about it." Chief Engineer Liu of the Naval Ship Design Institute immediately retorted, "What he wants is an engineer to upgrade the production line. We can definitely send an experienced old engineer who is about to retire. This will not affect our talent echelon, but we can also take advantage of the opportunity of being sent abroad to understand his production line technology!"
"Yes! We will decide the list. We will not send out core top talents involved in secrets. We will only send out backbones in non-core fields. When they come back after three years, the technology they bring back will be absolutely valuable!"
"There is also the matter of the new aircraft carrier being fully involved in the whole process! This is simply pie in the sky! The construction technology of USS Gerald R. Ford is like an iron bucket, and we can't even touch the edges of United States. Now Fu Haoran directly allows us to participate in the whole process. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Electromagnetic catapult, hull design, power system layout, these are bottlenecks that we have been studying for more than ten years without breaking through. As long as we can enter the construction site and take a look, we can save ten years of detours!"
"It's normal that the core power cabin is not open! If it were us, we wouldn't be able to show off the core technology! Being able to open other areas is completely beyond expectations!"
The heated discussion lasted for twenty minutes, and finally everyone reached a consensus.
With these two conditions, Fu Haoran seems to be taking advantage, but in fact, the benefits that can be obtained in China are far more than what is paid.
Isn't it just a group of engineers sent out?
Isn't it just to participate in the whole process of building a new aircraft carrier?
Only a fool would refuse such a good thing that you can't find even with a lantern!
Half an hour later, the University of Tokyo delegation returned to Conference Room No. 3. Chen Jifan sat down and his first words were. "Mr. Fu, we agree in principle with your two conditions."
"But there are two details that need to be finalized: First, we will draw up the preliminary list of engineers to be dispatched. You can only choose from them, and you cannot nominate the person yourself."
"Second, regarding the number of people and authority involved in the construction of the new aircraft carrier, the Equipment Department will take the lead in formulating a specific plan and negotiate separately."
Fu Haoran After listening, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
What he wants is not the industry leaders with national titles. What he wants is those "young" people who are suppressed within the system and have real abilities but have never been able to get ahead.
Just like Li Jianguo, who spent his whole life drawing blueprints in the corner of Shenfei, and could not even be rated as high. These people are the "backbone" in Chen Jifan's eyes, and in his eyes, they are the core team of Hive Starship Project in the future.
"Deal."
The two parties shook hands and the contract was finalized on the spot.
Chen Jifan When he stood up, the expression on his face was still a bit undigested.
He has been involved in equipment negotiations for nearly 20 years, and he has never seen negotiations go so quickly.
They prepared a thirty-page negotiation plan, but the other party opened the door directly and only proposed two conditions that seemed harsh but actually left enough room.
After leaving the conference room, Li Jianguo lowered his voice and said to Fu Haoran, "Boss, University of Tokyo will not send out core talents. All we can choose are middle and lower-level people. Is that okay?"
"The middle and lower classes are enough." Fu Haoran patted him on the shoulder, "Besides, don't I still have you, the horse that I paid a lot of money to poach? When you were at Shenfei, weren't you also the middle and lower classes in their eyes?"
Li Jianguo was stunned for several seconds and finally came to his senses.
What Fu Haoran never wanted was professional titles and titles. What he wanted was real skills and talents that had been buried. Now it was his turn to pick someone who was just like himself back then, who had all the skills but no place to put them to use.
The system that had been silent for a long time now spoke up.
[Complete Achievement: White Wolf with Empty Gloves]
[PS: Use the castrated version of technology to open up permissions and get free R&D labor from top military industry teams]
[City Lord Development Progress +30%, Hive Starship Project Talent Reserve Opened, Universal Points +2000, Free Attribute Points +2
Japan delegation's negotiation is scheduled for the second session in the morning.
Ichiro Yamada walked into the conference room with three technical officers. He bowed to Fu Haoran when he entered the door, bending deeper than when he boarded the ship yesterday.
"Mr. Fu, after an emergency evaluation, our Ministry of Defense has decided to purchase the first batch of 4 F-22 modified fighters, with full payment in cash. An additional 8 more will be delivered two years after the order is placed."
"We hope to get an appropriate discount on the price of a single rack based on the public selling price----"
"50% premium." Fu Haoran interrupted him, "Do you want to buy it or not."
Yamada's smile froze on his face. "Mr. Fu, this premium--"
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"You slept on my ship last night. How many photos did you take of the hangar scheduling process, the weave texture of the arresting cables, and the formula of the deck coating?"
"My technicians also helped you clear the memory of your phone and provided a maintenance manual."
"Let's talk about purchasing today. I can give you the goods in stock. But the accommodation fee and tuition fee last night have to be calculated separately."
Yamada's Adam's apple rolled.
In the whole-ship stealth operation last night, he led the team to infiltrate in five ways. As a result, the Trojan was deleted instantly, the memory of the mobile phone was wiped, and everyone worked in vain all night.
Now that the other party was asking for a price, he didn't even have the confidence to fight back. They had all the evidence in their hands that they were stealing.
"In addition, 20 blocking ropes, fully paid for in stock." Fu Haoran pushed the contract over, "Do you want to sign or not?"
Yamada turned around and exchanged a look with the technical officer, gritted his teeth and said, "Sign."
Both sides shake hands.
When Yamada walked out of the conference room, Fu Haoran whispered something to his back that only he could hear, "I stole my teacher last night, and I'm going to get ripped off today. You won't lose this debt."
At noon, the South Korea delegation came in immediately.
The leader of the team was Kim Myung-soo, deputy director of the Procurement Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense, followed by two technical officers and a translator.
Kim Jisoo was sitting in the lounge next door, listening through the one-way glass. Her burgundy suspender skirt was replaced by a white suit skirt, and her hair was tied up, revealing a clean neck.
Before Fu Haoran went out in the morning, she revealed all the trump cards of the South Korea purchasing group: the budget limit of the Ministry of National Defense, the psychological bottom line for installment payment, and the specific terms of the other party's preparation to lower the price.
At this moment, Kim Myung-soo was sitting opposite Fu Haoran, still thinking about how to speak, completely unaware that his trump card had already been revealed.
"Mr. Fu, our Ministry of National Defense hopes to purchase the first batch of 12 F-22 modified fighters and pay them in two years."
"The premium for a single aircraft is 10%." Kim Myung-soo pushed the purchase letter of intent to Fu Haoran, "In addition, we hope to open up technical cooperation in the civil aviation parts production line."
Fu Haoran glanced at the letter of intent, and it was exactly as he predicted.
"15% premium. No need to discuss technical cooperation."
Kim Myung-soo's expression froze for a moment.
The negotiation strategy he originally prepared was to use technical cooperation as a bargaining chip to suppress the premium, but the other party directly cut off the technical cooperation and even raised the premium by five points.
He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
He does not have the right to purchase the 12 fighter jets, but getting the delivery priority for this batch of goods is the core task of his trip.
The two parties shook hands and the contract was finalized.
Kim Myung-soo led the technical officer out of the conference room. Kim Jisoo came out of the lounge and stood in the corridor. The hem of his white suit was slightly swayed by the air-conditioned wind. Fu Haoran stopped for a step when he passed by her.
"The information is accurate," he said.
Kim Jisoo bowed slightly, with a confident curve at the corner of his mouth.
The two negotiations ended at two o'clock in the afternoon.
White Elephant Country delegation appeared at the door of conference room three on time.
The group leader Singh walked at the front, wearing a customized dark blue suit, a bright gold tie, and the iconic,
A smile that's so confident that it's arrogant.
The technical general consultant behind him was holding an evaluation report half a meter high, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
After sitting down, Singh didn't say a word. He directly pushed a thick purchase letter of intent in front of Fu Haoran and tapped the cover with his fingernail.
"Mr. Fu, we want them all."
"147, eat them all."
Fu Haoran didn't touch the letter of intent, picked up the water glass and took a sip, waiting for his next words.
Singh leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, spoke calmly, and showed a proud smile, "We bid 80 million US dollars for each aircraft, which is a full 10 million higher than your public selling price, and the total price is nearly 12 billion US dollars. There are few such grand orders in the history of global arms trade. Is your sincerity enough?"
He paused and finally revealed his true purpose. "But we have a condition, we must pay in installments."
"The total price is US$12 billion, with a 10% deposit and the balance paid quarterly over five years."
The entire conference room fell silent instantly.
Jimmy's eyes lit up. There were 147 aircraft, with a total order value of US$11.76 billion. This was the largest single order since the opening of the air show!
But Fu Haoran had no expression on his face. He just looked at Singh and said lightly, "Is there any more?"
Singh Seeing that he didn't move, he continued to add more money and leaned forward, "Mr. Fu, you have to know that we are the only buyer in the world who is willing to eat all of your goods."
"University of Tokyo only bought more than 20 aircraft. Japan and South Korea combined have less than 20 aircraft."
"We can clear out your inventory at one time for 12 billion US dollars. The deposit can be negotiated and increased to 15%. Is that interesting?"
He had already made a plan in his mind.
Pay a 15% deposit first and get 147 aircraft.
As for the final payment? Why should we pay in a hurry when we negotiated installments based on our ability?
Once you get the plane, if you find any flaws, you can delay the final payment indefinitely.
Are there any moisture in the engine parameters?
Is the lifespan of the stealth coating not up to standard?
Delivery one day late?
Any point is a reason for them to withhold the balance payment and renegotiate.
Previously, China's Rafale Fighter had a balance of more than 5 billion euros, but they had not settled it for several years. Wasn't there nothing the French could do?
People are always blinded by greed.
He didn't believe Fu Haoran could refuse the sky-high price order of US$12 billion.
Singh crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the chair, with a confident smile on his face. He waited for Fu Haoran to nod in agreement, waiting to play out this empty-handed trick again.
But Fu Haoran put down the water glass, stood up, and pushed the purchase letter of intent half an inch in front of Singh.
"30% deposit, full payment will be received, and delivery will be arranged."
"It's not that I can't trust White Elephant Country, it's your previous record in military trade that makes me have to add insurance to myself."
Singh's smile froze on his face for an instant, and then returned to his iconic bright smile. He spread his hands and said, "Mr. Fu, 30% is too high. Our defense budget really can't afford so much cash."
"15% is already our limit, but we can raise the total price higher."
"Then pay the 15% deposit first, and we will discuss the subsequent production schedule and delivery." Fu Haoran turned and walked towards the door of the conference room, "Until the payment is received, this letter of intent is just a piece of waste paper."
Singh opened his mouth, but before he could put away the iconic confident smile on his face, he held it in for a long time and said, "This won't work----let's sign the contract first----"
Fu Haoran didn't look back and walked straight out of the conference room.
Jimmy followed Fu Haoran out of the conference room quickly and asked in a low voice, "Boss, can he really put down a deposit?"
"No." Fu Haoran opened his office door. Outside the window was the direction of the pier, and Great Fortune's ship island was being dyed golden by the setting sun.
On the deck, the University of Tokyo engineering team has begun to hand over the delivery details of the blocking cables to the DYB technicians. A group of people squatted next to the steel cables and inspected them one by one with magnifying glasses.
"But the next time he comes, he will continue to quote, continue to increase the price, and continue to emphasize that he is a sincere buyer who takes the whole position." Fu Haoran put the cup on the table, with a sinister smile on his lips, "He will continue to delay the deposit, and our price will continue to rise."
Fu Haoran put the cup on the table and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "We still have to talk. If we don't talk, how do we know how much he will increase the price next time?"
"All 147 racks of cakes that he ate were painted by him. He himself will believe it."
The military trade order for 2K World has been scheduled for two years. The engineer team for University of Tokyo is about to be in place, and the construction authority for the second aircraft carrier has also been opened.
When you have money, you have people.
Hive World, it's time to move.
Fu Haoran Click to open the task panel.
[Main mission: Shoot down or capture a Cobra-class Destroyer]
[Task progress: 0/1]
[Mission introduction: How can you allow others to snore and sleep on the side of the couch? How can you allow others to show off their starships in the airspace? As the governor, you must shoot down or capture the opponent's ships.]
[Task Reward 1: Gene Enhancement Potion 1, which can make the members of the Mortal Guard 100% pass the Space Marine transformation surgery without screening and no rejection reaction.]
[Mission reward two: a planetary defense rail gun, which can be deployed on the top spire of Hive City, with a range covering low-Earth orbit.]
Fu Haoran looked at the two lines of words in the reward column and was silent for a long time.
The gene enhancement potion with 100% success rate has a fatal temptation for Fu Haoran who wants to become Space Marine.
You know, Adeptus Astartes's transformation surgery, from screening to implantation to final awakening, kills people every step of the way.
Eighty percent were eliminated during the screening stage, half died during the operation stage, and less than one thousandth were able to wear Power Armor alive in the end.
This data may not be accurate, but there is no doubt that the elimination is surprisingly high.
Either die on the operating table, be transformed into Servitor, or be sent directly to the logistics force.
The empire doesn't care about this loss because they have enough people.
But Fu Haoran cares.
He has only one life.
What's more, he only has a few thousand mortal guards in his hands, and each one of them is a veteran who fought through blood in the Hive City defense battle.
If one person dies, one person will be missing. He cannot afford the imperial-style losses.
And another reward, a planetary defense railgun.
He needed this thing so much. Octavius blocked him in Hive City, and used the orbital advantage to bomb at low altitudes at will. He could only resist with ground firepower.
With the railgun, you can at least force the opponent to exit low orbit and buy time for the ground defense line.
Fu Haoran Turn off the panel.
"It's time to go back to Hive City."