Kallen felt that even if she burned through the core of her own logic, she wouldn't come up with such a blasphemous idea!
They actually use cement to build rockets!
Kallen considered 100 possibilities but never tried cement.
Even the Orks couldn't have come up with such a bizarre tactic!
Omnissiah above, great Omnissiah, please take away the man before you! He must be the embodiment of Chaos Daemons, here to blaspheme me—wait, he seems to be my boss. Never mind then.
" Kallen, tell me, is building rockets out of cement even feasible?"
Kallen looked up at her eager governor and said carefully, "I've searched through all my memories, books, and records—and the conclusion I've reached is—"
Priest Kallen was about to say no, but then he saw the team already in place, the cement mixer trucks in operation, and the prepared molds.
A sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.
What's the point of saying no?
Kallen understood a principle: if you can't resist, you have to learn to enjoy it; at least you'll suffer less.
There might even be pleasure involved.
then----
"My lord, I believe this is an idea that has never been seen before or will never be seen again."
Fu Haoran patted Kallen on the shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Great minds think alike. It really is true that as long as you're bold enough, Omnissiah can take maternity leave."
Kallen regretted having ears; the Tech-Priest didn't actually need ears, so he wouldn't have to listen to such blasphemous words.
Seriously, is our governor really unrelated to the legendary blue bird?
Seeing Kallen's face contorted with "excitement," Fu Haoran stood up, dusted off his hands, and said with a smile, "Don't get excited, it's not like we're building an engine out of cement."
Kallen, adopting a "what the hell" attitude, said, "Fine, I've already done so many blasphemous things. Doing one is the same as being burned at the stake, doing a hundred is still the same."
But the results were different.
"If you do something that leads to disaster, people will call you an idiot, someone who overestimates their abilities."
"If you accomplish a hundred things, you'll have your own page in the history books."
Thinking about this, Kallen suddenly realized something.
"It doesn't matter which history book it is, or whether it says good things or bad things, it will definitely have a place in history."
"Maybe one day, a priest from the Machine Cult will see my name, point to a page, and say, 'Look, that's him, the first person to think of using cement to build rockets.'"
"This level of blasphemy is something most people wouldn't even be able to claim."
"My Manifest of crimes is long enough anyway, one more won't make a difference."
"Is there any difference in the eyes of the Inquisition between adding a cement rocket and adding a plasma generator made from a microwave oven? No difference."
"They're all stakes for execution, one or two, and they burn for the same amount of time."
After saying that, he picked up the cement and walked towards the laboratory without looking back.
Fu Haoran's idea didn't come out of thin air; it was based on a technology that a team introduced by Li Jianguo was experimenting with.
Because this team lacked funds but still wanted to develop rockets, they reduced costs by transforming building cement into high-performance heat-resistant materials for hypersonic flight and simplifying the die-casting manufacturing process.
Although they failed to launch successfully once, Fu Haoran, upon learning this, immediately had Li Jianguo invest in the company.
Of course, this cement is not the same as that cement.
Foamed cement can maintain its structural integrity even under pneumatic heating conditions above 1800℃.
Most importantly, this perfectly meets Fu Haoran's requirements. According to Li Jianguo's calculations, as a disposable launcher, its cost is a fraction of that of traditional aerospace vehicles!
After all, cement and concrete are the second most used materials in human society, after water.
"Boss, as you requested, I want to manufacture rockets like cars, adopting the standardization, scalability, and generalization methods of automobile manufacturing to replace aerospace standard parts, using automotive-grade cables instead of aerospace-grade cables, and modifying the cameras I bought on Taobao into aerospace-grade cameras."
"Through these systematic optimizations, we have reduced the cost of our rockets to one-tenth of the original cost, and there is hope for further reduction."
Li Jianguo originally thought Fu Haoran would be very happy, but to his surprise, Fu Haoran frowned and asked, "The price is still too high, keep lowering it."
"Huh? This isn't enough?!"
Li Jianguo was stunned. In his mind, aerospace was a luxury game that cost a fortune, but Fu Haoran had turned it into an industrial product with a bargain price.
It's worth noting that in the past, aerospace engineers worldwide followed an aristocratic approach, using carbon-carbon composite materials and ceramic-based materials for heat shields, with each gram costing more than gold.
High costs are one thing, but the problem is that it's unreliable!
Amerikan's rockets frequently explode.
However, since the boss has made this demand—as his subordinate, I'll follow him to the death for the sake of the bonus, even if it means sacrificing myself.
In an effort to further reduce the cost of rockets, Kallen and Li Jianguo led their team to unleash their creative ideas once again.
A few days later.
"Sir, my initial solution is to use nine RX-92-00 Thunderhawk engines as the engines for the heavy-lift launch vehicle."
"The biggest advantage of this design is that even if a single engine fails, the dynamic thrust adjustment system can complete rebalancing within milliseconds, ensuring a stable flight trajectory."
"In addition, as you requested, I used cement as the insulation material, and the effect is excellent, even better than traditional ceramic materials!"
"The overall cost of the rocket is 73% lower than the stainless steel solution!"
After Kallen finished giving her suggestion, Li Jianguo went on to explain his plan, "Boss, I think we can use a modular design to reduce launch costs."
"Furthermore, I suggest adopting reusable technology, which is currently the only way to reduce the cost of rocket launches."
"After all, rocket engines account for the largest portion of the cost. It's like buying a car; the fuel cost is only a few hundred dollars, but the car itself costs hundreds of thousands. The problem isn't the fuel, but that the car is scrapped after one use."
"The people in the aerospace industry have been doing this for decades: after building a rocket and propelling a satellite or probe, they throw the first and second stages into the sea. If there's a third stage, they burn it up and self-destruct."
"No one has seriously tried recycling, because only by being expensive can there be a profit margin."
"Large government contracts, cost-plus contracts, contractors subcontracting at multiple levels, with each level adding its own markup."
Fu Haoran knew that Li Jianguo was right. It was the logic of the military industry: the larger the budget, the happier everyone was.
Who would intentionally make a smaller cake?
Li Jianguo continued, "Our team has calculated that the first stage of the rocket needs to return, like an airplane taking off again."
"Fuel is cheap, and material costs only account for about 2%. Each time it's reused, the marginal cost is cut by more than half."
"If the first stage flies 10 times, the cost per launch can be reduced to one-third or even less than before."
Fu Haoran was finally satisfied. "Very good. Immediately arrange for the mass production of the simplified version of the RX-92-00 Thunderhawk engine. Use 3D printing if possible. We don't need to consider durability for now, just cost."
"As for rocket recovery—the technology is easy to consider, but it's not the most urgent task at the moment. The recovery plan should initially use parachutes to ensure the rocket lands safely."
Fu Haoran wasn't ignoring rocket recovery technology; rather, this technology already existed in the Warhammer World.
"These rockets are consumables; who knows if they'll be shot down, so there's no need to even consider recovery."
"We'll consider these technical details after we've resolved the problems with the Hive City. For now, we'll use parachutes as a temporary solution. Even if it gets destroyed by the Allied forces, I won't be heartbroken."
Bringing his thoughts back, Fu Haoran immediately ordered the construction of rockets.
The rocket's outer shell is made of stainless steel, which is cheap, easy to manufacture, and has an extremely simple manufacturing process.
Aerospace-grade cables were downgraded to automotive-grade cables and installed in rockets.
The most outrageous thing is that Fu Haoran even cuts costs on screws. Aerospace-grade screws cost only 5 yuan each, but he directly uses industrial screws that cost 0.3 yuan each.
Once the rocket was built, more than 90% of its components were industrial-grade standard parts, rather than aerospace-grade standard parts, which reduced the rocket's cost to about one-fifteenth of the original cost.
"Sir, although the rocket is finished, I must remind you," Priest Kallen said sternly, "Don't have too high expectations for its performance."
"I can say with certainty that missiles produced with such crude technology are absolutely inferior in performance to those produced by the Machine Cult."
"Relax, relax," Fu Haoran patted Kallen on the shoulder to comfort her, " Kallen, those shortcomings you mentioned are insignificant compared to the price."
"A rocket costing less than twenty million US dollars, what more could you ask for?"
"Even if only one out of ten rockets is successful, I can accept it. It's just a mere $200 million; I can still afford it."
Seeing Fu Haoran's insistence, Kallen had no choice but to give up.
What can he do?
If we don't make our governor hit a brick wall right now, the other side won't turn back.
"Oh well, let's just treat this as a joke with the governor. This kind of nonsense is bound to fail. We can't just be like the Orks, ignoring all the problems with a single thought."
Kallen shook her head and went back to work.
Most of the technology and materials were readily available, so a rocket was launched in just a few days.
Incidentally, the seemingly most complex satellite used the DYB factory's automobile production line. Fu Haoran simply asked Kallen to modify the electric control system of the new energy vehicle, add a dual solar cell array and a high-capacity battery, as well as small gadgets such as a space Laser, antenna, and ion propulsion system.
Everything is done on an assembly line.
Looking at the satellite, which cost only a little over $500,000, Fu Haoran finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, at least the cost has been reduced. Otherwise, launching 12,000 satellites would have been really unsustainable."
"Fortunately, the marketing for the F-22 fighter jet has been very effective, resulting in new orders."
The Falklands War a few days ago saw the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet shine, igniting the world's attention.
The news that the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet was "made by one person" left countless people stunned.
It's worth noting that during the Zhuhai Airshow, some outside voices suggested that while his F-22 fighter jets were better in performance than the original version, they lacked a systematic combat system and were therefore unable to form an effective combat capability.
Therefore, Fu Haoran specifically sought out the Pampas as a whetstone.
Fu Haoran initially considered Persia, but unfortunately, the other party was an incompetent fool. After obtaining the "divine weapon," his first thought was not to slap the "village bully" Xiao Laiyi next door, but to treat it like a treasure!
This infuriated Fu Haoran.
What he wanted was a buyer's show, a display of muscles, not a group photo!
Unfortunately Persia were like Archimedes, capable of nothing but breathing.
Having learned his lesson, Fu Haoran chose a different buyer.
After much deliberation, they finally chose the Pampas Country they were willing to gamble everything on.
The battle was won, and the victory was achieved.
Most importantly, the previously rumored systematic operation of "A transmitting and B guiding" has been proven false.
Because the Pampas has no early warning aircraft, it's impossible for them to guide missiles!
The world then realized just how powerful the active phased array radar on the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet was.
While the enemy has already locked on 160 kilometers away, your pilot is still scanning the air on the radar screen.
People can see the fine hairs on your nose, but you don't know where they are.
How can we fight this war?
However, the most mind-blowing feature is the "self-aiming, self-firing, and self-directing" mechanism.
Fu Haoran was well aware that in the Warhammer World, it was impossible to have a complete combat system in most cases.
To build a domestically produced F-22 fighter jet, one person must be the sole commander.
The "A lock-on, B strike, C guide" tactic, which seemed very sophisticated in the 2K Era, involved an early warning aircraft locking onto the target, a fighter jet launching silently, and a data link making mid-flight corrections.
Fu Haoran didn't want this seemingly advanced and perfect playing style at all!
"We can't let the fighter jet group be rendered useless just because the early warning aircraft is shot down?"
"Can't the missiles miss their targets without data link verification?"
Fu Haoran rejected this proposal from the very beginning.
"Our fighter jets must each carry out all the tasks themselves: searching, identifying, locking, firing, and terminal guidance!"
"We cannot let our systems carry our fighter jets into battle; instead, we must make our fighter jets tough enough that they don't need anyone else to hold up their sights for them."
Therefore, the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet in Fu Haoran's hands achieved a complete closed loop on a single platform.
The result was that the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet unilaterally crushed the weaker opponents in the Falklands War.
Either you can't find me, or even if you do, your missiles can't reach that far.
This is not a coincidence; it is a victory for technological approaches.
As a result, many countries offered contracts to purchase the Warhammer version of the F-22 fighter jet.
Fu Haoran looked at the orders for hundreds of fighter jets being delivered, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up!
As the saying goes, excessive joy leads to sorrow, Jimmy ran over.
"Boss! Something terrible has happened!"
"President Lanpu just signed a presidential executive order!"
"On the grounds of suspected endangerment of national security, all our bank accounts in Europe and the United States have been frozen, all our factories and offices have been seized, and all our business has been suspended indefinitely!"
"They've also placed us on the highest-level Entity Manifest, prohibiting any country from trading with us, and cutting off our supply of chips, sensors, and precision instruments!"
The entire laboratory fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone looked at Fu Haoran.
This is a radical solution.
The funds had already been frozen, so Fu Haoran asked his clients to transfer the funds to his Hong Kong bank account.
It's a bit of a hassle, but it's safe.
So Fu Haoran felt no pain or discomfort at having his account frozen again.
As for the supply disruption, Fu Haoran is not worried. Most of the raw materials and components come from University of Tokyo or are provided by the Hive World in the Warhammer World.
The most fatal flaw of this executive order is that it blocks all avenues for customers!
That's right, Fu Haoran knew he could sell them secretly.
But how much money do customers who can only buy secretly actually have?
Installment payments are very slow.
Customers who dare to buy openly and honestly don't really need F-22 fighter jets.
Fu Haoran initially targeted North Atlantic Treaty Organization members and wealthy Middle Easterners as his clientele.
Now that Lanpu has resorted to administrative measures, he has completely severed all ties.
Jimmy, sweating profusely, asked, "Boss, what do we do? This is blatant harassment, completely lacking in sportsmanship!"
"They didn't give us a chance to defend ourselves at all. I'm worried they'll give us the cold shoulder and drag us down with them."
Fu Haoran remained silent for a full half minute, then smiled.
However, that smile gave Jimmy a chill down his spine.
Fu Haoran said, " Jimmy, do you remember what I told you?"
"When someone slanders you, you'd better have the truth to it, otherwise no matter how much you explain, it's useless."
"They say we're a threat to national security? Fine, I'll show them what threats are."
"Make arrangements immediately for a global press conference next week."
"Invite journalists from the University of Tokyo and Russia, and then release the news to the public."
"I'm going to announce our next flagship product to the world."
"Boss, if we release a new product now, we won't be able to sell it." Yami was genuinely anxious.
Fu Haoran laughed, "No, Yami, once we've finished the demonstration, believe me, Amerikan will buy it themselves."
When the news reached the White House, Lanpu glanced at the headline on his phone, scoffed, and didn't even read the full text.
"Let him drive." Lanpu flipped his phone over and started typing in the Twitter editor on the screen, "What kind of trouble can a company with all its accounts frozen cause?"
"It's nothing more than playing the victim, pleading for mercy, and crying about being politically persecuted. I've seen this script a hundred times over."
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers flying across the screen, muttering to himself, "A company we've completely blocked says they're going to hold a press conference? Haha, I'd like to see what they can actually say."
"Is it a bankruptcy declaration? That would be something to celebrate."
"I will show the whole world that no one can do business on this planet without our permission."
After typing the last line, Lanpu pressed the send button.
After posting the tweet, Lanpu threw his phone on the table and shrugged at his chief of staff. "See? It's just a last-ditch effort."
Lanpu picked up the Coke on the table, took a swig, and added, "On the day he held the press conference, Ji Yong reminded me to watch the live stream."
"I love watching people struggle to survive, especially those who think they're so great. When they realize they're all gone, that expression on their face is more valuable than anything else."