Fu Haoran looked at the three weapons in the system rewards, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
Make a lot of money.
Even a dabbler like him knows these weapons.
However, when I saw the remarks at the back----Fu Haoran sighed.
"Hey, you have to pay for it out of your own pocket. It seems you can buy them all, but in fact it still depends on your wallet."
"That's all, let's ask about the status of these weapons first. We also have a target."
Fu Haoran called Tech-Priest Kallen.
"Kallen, if you were asked to choose one of the three weapons: fixed Volcano Cannon, Nova Cannon and large defense Laser, which weapon would you choose for Hive City?"
Kallen did not give a direct answer, but began to analyze. "The most common among Hive City is the large-scale defense Las-cannon. The official tactical manual indicates that it has limited effect on ground targets within one mile. In the field of anti-ship and anti-missile, it is an irreplaceable intermediate force."
"Essentially, it is a ground-based simplified version of the ship-based Lance. Any ship below a cruiser that dares to enter low-Earth orbit will be instantly torn apart."
"Continuous irradiation for more than seven seconds can burn through the Void Shield and main armor of Cobra-class Destroyer."
Fu Haoran nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"The fixed Volcano Cannon is relatively rare as an anti-ship weapon. It was originally developed as a weapon used by the Empire's Titan. Volcano Cannon was later installed on Shadowsword Super-heavy Tank."
"It has the title of Titan Killer. Although I don't have clear data, according to my speculation, it has the ability to launch from the earth's surface to space targets."
"The power of Volcano Cannon is second only to the continental-class cannons mounted on the Imperial Navy battleship, such as Macro-cannon, Lance, etc., but it is stronger than most shipboard point defense systems and can theoretically pose a threat to ships below cruisers."
"However, Volcano Cannon usually has a limited range. Even if it can reach low-Earth orbit, it cannot effectively attack targets in deep space or outside planetary synchronous orbit."
"As for this third weapon——Nova Cannon, sir, as far as I know, this crazy weapon is still in the testing stage, and only a small number of ships are equipped with it."
"So I don't know much about it."
Fu Haoran was a little surprised. In his impression, Nova Cannon in Warhammer 40K was the standard weapon of the ship.
"Sir, both the defensive Las-cannon and the fixed Volcano Cannon are currently the best solutions. I can't judge their quality."
Yuri swallowed. "Then add up these two pieces, how much does Machine Cult quote?"
"I can't estimate that defending Las-cannon may only cost several hundred million Throne Coin, including the installation fee and the lifetime maintenance service of three Tech-Priest."
"Volcano Cannon has a price but no market. Machine Cult has very strict export controls on Volcano Cannon. Not all Forge World can be manufactured."
"The latest transaction record in the entire sector was fifty years ago. A second-hand Volcano Cannon was sold for 320 million Throne Coin, and a three-year trading right for a Forge World was also included."
"Wow, it wouldn't even be worth so much money if we sold it." Tychus smacked his lips, "It's a pity that it's too big, otherwise we would have made a fortune by stealing one back."
Lucifer looked over with disdain. "Only you, a short-lived race, would make such a fuss over a few pieces of luminous iron."
She paused, then ran her fingertips across the cold window glass, with a hint of imperceptible recognition in her tone. "However, with these two backward weapons, I barely have to watch that broken ship swinging overhead."
Fu Haoran understands clearly.
As expected, the system will not give useless things.
Although Nova Cannon cannot be used now, it does not mean that it cannot be used in the future.
When the time comes, let alone one Destroyer, even if the entire coalition fleet comes, he will still be able to fight.
However, a new problem lies ahead.
"Kallen, if I want to launch a large number of satellites, will the cost be high?"
Kallen immediately called up a cost accounting sheet, and dazzling red numbers danced on the big screen. "With the current Hive City industrial production capacity, the cost of manufacturing a medium-sized launch vehicle that can send satellites into low-Earth orbit is approximately four million Throne Coin."
"Twelve thousand nanosatellites, based on the optimal payload of sixty satellites per rocket, require two hundred rockets, with a total cost of 800 million Throne Coin."
He paused and said in a heavy tone, "This does not include the losses caused by the interception of the coalition fleet midway."
Yuri's fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, and his face instantly turned pale. "Eight—eight hundred million? Add up all our current liquidity, and it's not even enough!"
"So it needs to be cheap but not afraid of being intercepted." Fu Haoran leaned back in his chair and concluded, "I need a rocket that is so cheap that it won't hurt if it is destroyed, and a batch of cheap satellites."
Kallen's mechanical prosthetic eye flashed red and added, "There is another key technical detail. The optimal orbit for satellite launch is low-Earth orbit, and the altitude is strictly controlled between 200 and 300 kilometers. This altitude has two irreplaceable benefits."
"First, it can significantly reduce the number of satellites required. Twelve thousand satellites can achieve global coverage without blind spots."
"Second, if the coalition wants to destroy these satellites, they must lower the ships to the same low altitude, and this altitude is already completely within the range of our planetary orbital gun."
He raised a mechanical finger and said without a trace of emotion, "In Imperial Navy terms, this is called a cannon to fight mosquitoes. As long as our launch speed exceeds their interception speed, they will never be able to finish the fight."
"But the premise for these is that the rockets must be cheap enough to be launched in batches, and the satellites must be so numerous that the coalition forces cannot attack them all."
Fu Haoran rubbed his head.
"This requires launching 12,000 satellites into the sky, which can directly bankrupt Alpha Hive City's finances!"
"I must find a cheaper delivery method, or find someone to support me."
Speaking of support, Fu Haoran thought of his own "Garden World" again.
Only this time, how will I collect the wool of Amerikan?
"No matter, go back first and think of a solution later."
Fu Haoran thought and returned directly to 2K World.
Amerikan, Warhammer Group North American Industrial Park.
Li Jianguo When he was called into the office, he was still holding the improvement plan for the F-22 fighter jet, thinking that his boss wanted to rush the progress.
As a result, as soon as Fu Haoran opened his mouth, he was stunned on the spot.
"Let's put away the fighter planes in advance. I want to build a batch of low-cost ones - patrolling Firefighting Drone." Fu Haoran leaned on the office chair and spoke in a casual tone.
"Amerikan The forest fires here are too frequent and cannot be put out by fire trucks on the ground."
"I want a small patrol platform that can cruise autonomously and automatically detect fires. After discovering it, it can dive down directly and use fire-extinguishing bombs to blow out the source of the fire."
"So the cost needs to be very low, the cheaper the better. Do you have any recommendations?"
Li Jianguo digested this rhetoric for a few seconds and very professionally did not ask "Why do the fire bombs swoop down?"
As an industry insider, the aerospace field is his strength. He opened a group and introduced, "Boss, if the core requirement is low cost and cruising capability, the traditional turbofan engine solution is indeed unworkable. A standard civilian turbofan engine costs tens of thousands of dollars to start."
"But if you don't consider the long cruising range, I would recommend it."
Li Jianguo clicks on a real-life factory video.
On the screen, a huge industrial-grade 3D printer was running at high speed. Mechanical Arm simultaneously extruded continuous carbon fiber tows and thermosetting resin, layer by layer.
Instead of printing a single part, the entire engine's casing, frame, and internal cooling ducts are formed simultaneously.
"This is a fully 3D printed integrated turbofan engine developed by my friend's company. It does not require mold opening, manual lamination, or complicated assembly."
"Traditional engine manufacturing requires hundreds of parts to be processed one by one and then assembled. Now there are only seven core components."
Li Jianguo points to the data on the screen.
"The number of core components has been reduced by 40%, the overall weight has been reduced by a quarter, and the thrust-to-weight ratio has increased by nearly 30%."
"Fuel consumption has been reduced by 30%, which is enough to support a cruise range of more than 2,000 kilometers."
The video switches to the test bench.
A small silver-gray engine was running smoothly, and the flames at the tail nozzle transitioned from orange-red to light blue.
"The key lies in cost and mass production speed. I estimate that the cost will be about one-third cheaper, and the output will be more than three times that of the past."
Fu Haoran's eyes lit up. Although the current cost of the little Moped Drone is already less than 10,000 US dollars, this is not enough.
Naturally, the cheaper the war, the better.
"What's the current situation of these R&D teams?" Fu Haoran asked.
"The technical verification has all been passed, but there is still a lack of funds to build the mass production line."
"Go to them immediately and we will give them whatever they need." Fu Haoran waved his hand and directly delegated power.
"I only have two conditions. First, the cost should be reduced by half. If we can use engineering plastics, we will never use metal. If we can use old parts, we will never use new ones."
"Second, double the mass production speed."
Fu Haoran thought for a while and added, "One more thing, ask them, can this technology be used in fighter planes and rocket engines?"
Li Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
"Boss, what do you mean-"
"The cost of our fighter planes will be further reduced. In addition, I plan to build a batch of low-cost small launch vehicles."
Fu Haoran paused and said with a temporarily thought-out reason, "The most important thing is that the cost must be reduced to less than one-tenth of that of traditional rockets.
Li Jianguo quickly ran through the technical route in his mind and nodded immediately. "I understand, I will set off tomorrow."
"No, you should leave now, this matter is very urgent."
Li Jianguo was stunned, he didn't expect to be so anxious, but he did not shirk. For a technical director with an annual salary of one million US dollars, whatever the boss said was right.
"Okay boss, I'll leave now."
Li Jianguo picked up the briefcase, turned around and walked out of the office quickly.
If possible, Fu Haoran doesn't want to be in such a hurry.
But there is no way. You must know that aerospace is a "money-burning game" exclusive to big countries.
For example, the cost of a single Amerikan "Hercules" IV launch vehicle is as high as more than 200 million U. S. dollars, and the cost of most large University of Tokyo rockets exceeds 100 million U. S. dollars. Once launched, the whole country celebrates.
Satellites are also expensive to build. For example, the average cost of BeiDou Navigation Satellite is about 1.3 billion, which is too precise to be touched.
Even Fu Haoran, who has a lot of money, feels like he can't afford it.
So reducing costs is a top priority.
Just when Fu Haoran was having a headache about how to discount the price of aerospace at a bargain price, noisy shouts and the sound of breaking glass suddenly came from outside.
"What's going on?" Fu Haoran frowned.
The security captain ran in with an ugly face. "Boss, a group of people came outside and rushed into the factory under the banner of environmental protection protest! They splashed paint, blocked the production line, and refused to let the workers work!"
Fu Haoran's eyes turned cold.
Someone dares to run wild on his territory?
Tired of living.
"Let's go out with me and take a look!"
Gate.
Hundreds of red-necked men and women are wearing green masks with the words "Save the Forest" printed on their faces.
The leader's name is Tom. He is holding a stack of rolled placards in his hand and counting the number of people in a low voice. "Are you all ready? Get the paint bucket, disposable gloves, and mobile phones."
"Remember the rules: old people and women rush to the first row, and men follow behind and splash paint."
"No one is allowed to take the initiative to hit someone. Whoever strikes first will bear the responsibility."
A young red-necked man with a mohawk rubbed his hands and looked a little panicked. "Uncle Tom, if we rush in and smash things like this, are we really not going to go to jail?"
Tom sneered, patted his shoulder, and said in a very determined tone, "What are you afraid of? We are protesting peacefully for environmental protection! President Lanpu has personally supported us, and the FBI has even said hello."
"Even if the police come, the most they can do is give a verbal warning and not even a fine."
"Besides, we're not robbing anything, so we're just pouring paint on the door and blocking the door. What kind of crime can we get? At most, it's considered disturbing public order, and we'll be released after being locked up for one night."
He raised the loudspeaker in his hand. "When we go in later, if the security guards dare to touch us, they will immediately lie down on the ground and shout to beat us. Everyone will take pictures with their mobile phones and text Twitter and Facebook. This black-hearted capitalist will be ruined!"
"Okay! Kill him!"
A group of people responded in unison, with excited and greedy looks on their faces.
A day's work for Ling Bai Gong Jin is much better than beating Aunt Ling.
Tom glanced at his watch and waved his hand. "Action!"
The side door of the Aunt Factory was unlocked, and a group of people rushed in.
The moment they rushed into the production workshop, this group of "environmentalists" immediately showed their extreme "professionalism".
Without saying a word, a dozen old ladies with wild hair lay directly in front of the main conveyor belt, hugging the legs of the machine and refusing to get up, muttering "Let the machine change the pollution."
The four women holding their children took pictures everywhere with their mobile phones. The camera was specifically focused on the security guard and the aunt, and they only shouted, "The black-hearted factory abuses the aunt" and "The destruction of the environment is unacceptable."
The remaining men carried red paint buckets and splashed wildly on the machine casing, walls, and floor, not even sparing the glass door of the office and the clerk's aunt's locker.
They are skilled in movements and have a clear division of labor. They specialize in picking out cheap places to attack. They will never touch any precision equipment, and they will never take the initiative to have physical conflicts with others.
Not only is it destructive, it is also extremely disgusting.
In less than a few minutes, the originally clean and tidy production workshop became a mess.
Red paint flowed everywhere, and a pungent smell filled the air.
The production line was forced to shut down in an emergency, and the aunts stood aside, daring to be angry but afraid to speak out.
The security captain hurried over with a few security guards. Just as he was about to step forward and pull away the old lady lying on the conveyor belt, two old ladies immediately rushed over. They hugged the security guard's legs and rolled on the ground. "He's beating someone! The security guard is beating someone! Come and see! The black-hearted capitalists have hired thugs to beat people!"
The red necks around him immediately gathered around him, their cell phone cameras all pointed at the security guard, flashes of light flashing non-stop.
The security guards instantly froze on the spot and did not dare to move.
They are very aware of the tricks of these people. If you dare to touch the situation, you will be blackmailed immediately. At the least, you will lose thousands of dollars in work, and at worst, you will be sued.
Tom proudly climbed onto an idle machine, held up the loudspeaker and shouted, "Get out! Shut down your polluting factory immediately! Get out of Agonlikon! Otherwise we will keep blocking you here and prevent you from being able to operate for a whole day!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the door of the workshop. "Who do I think has the courage to run wild on my property?"
Fu Haoran led someone in, his expression terrifyingly calm.
Seeing Fu Haoran, Tom became even more arrogant, holding up the loudspeaker and shouting even more fiercely, "Look at me! This is the guy who is making dirty money! He is destroying our home for money!"
Fu Haoran didn't even look at him, and said calmly to the bodyguard captain beside him, "Get them all out. The old man and woman got hit harder, took them out and threw them next to the trash can across the road."
"Man, beat me to death. If anything happens, I will be responsible."
"Yes!"
The bodyguards rushed forward immediately.
Pi Mian instantly turned into a one-sided beating.
Rather than saying it was a fight, it was more like adults taking care of kindergarten children.
Tom was just about to hit someone with the horn when he was punched down by a bodyguard. His front teeth flew out and the horn rolled far away and spun around on the ground several times.
The mohawked man who was worried about his wife giving birth to a baby just now was about to turn around and run away when he was kicked in the butt by the bodyguard. He was thrown to the ground and chewed on mud. His nose hit the concrete floor and blood flowed all over his face.
Several old ladies who wanted to continue lying on the ground to blackmail were picked up by the female bodyguards like chickens and gently placed on the bench at the entrance of the factory. A bottle of mineral water was also thoughtfully handed to them.
Less than three minutes.
All the troublemaking rednecks were tidied up and docile, lying on the ground in a mess, groaning.
The workshop was in a mess, and no one dared to shout anymore.
Fu Haoran walked up to Tom, squatted down, and patted his blood-covered and painted face.
"Who asked you to come?"
Tom scratched his head and said harshly, "We are voluntary! We want to protect the environment! This is political persecution! President Lanpu will not let you go!"
Fu Haoran smiled and punched the cement floor next to him, making a clear small crater.
Cement debris splashed all over Tom's face.
"I ask again. Who asked you to come?"
Tom looked at the pit on the ground and was scared out of his mind. The arrogance he had just disappeared instantly without a trace. He said tremblingly, "Yes - it was an anonymous account that gave us a deposit, and the contact person used an encrypted phone number."
"They said they were in the energy industry, and they said --- President Lanpu has already said hello, the police and FBI will not care about us --- the thing is to shut down your factory for three days, and each person will receive an additional two hundred dollars --"
Fu Haoran stood up and dusted his hands.
He stopped the external sales of his F-22 fighter jets, but he didn't go to the president. The other party came to find trouble for him first?
Just then, his cell phone rang.
It's the local police chief.
Fu Haoran looked at the screen with a cold smile on his lips.
"It came quite quickly."