Oval Office.
"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Lanpu was like an angry Lion. He pointed at the senior officials standing in a row in front of him and spat on them.
"Tell me! What the hell is going on?!"
"A private company built a Mach 7 hypersonic missile and sold one for $1 million!"
"What did you tell me before?! That his F-22 has no system! That he won't last a month!"
"What now?!" Lanpu slammed the table, and the coke on the table was knocked down.
"His missile almost hit my office! The whole world is watching my joke!"
"Those old guys from the Middle East have already sent people there! How many people are queuing up to give him money? Only God knows!"
The Secretary of Defense lowered his head, the CIA director clutched the document in his hand, and the chief of staff huddled in the corner, pretending to study the Washington oil painting on the wall, wishing he could turn himself into wallpaper.
No one dared to speak.
The entire office was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of Lanpu was left, like a bull about to run rampant.
The door was carefully pushed open a crack.
A technical officer in a white coat was pushed in by the chief of staff. He was holding a stack of documents in his hand, his glasses were crooked on the bridge of his nose, and his whole body was shaking like chaff powered by electricity.
Just now Lanpu was yelling on the phone for a full minute, and he could smell gunpowder through the phone.
"Tell me! How powerful is that concrete-breaking missile?" Lanpu recreated the presidential chair.
The technical officer held on to his glasses, which were about to fall off, and shiveringly unfolded the document. The first page was a cross-sectional view of a missile, with parameters densely written on the side.
"Mr. President, according to the latest data we have obtained, this missile uses a waverider shape, which is like --- like a floating stone that can float at the edge of the atmosphere."
He swallowed and continued.
"And they can change their flight path and become erratic."
"Speak humanly!" Lanpu shouted impatiently.
"The common saying is that all our anti-missile systems are blind in front of it." The technical officer's voice was shaking, "THAAD, Patriot, and Standard-3, none of them can calculate its trajectory."
"It can drift suddenly at the last moment, and the interceptor missile will only eat exhaust gas when it flies out. Theoretically, the interception success rate is zero.
"Zero?!" Lanpu's eyebrows almost flew to the hairline, "You mean the anti-missile system we spent hundreds of billions of dollars building is just a pile of scrap metal?!"
The technical officer did not answer, silently turning to the next page, and his voice became smaller and smaller. "Its accuracy is meter level, it is launched from a thousand kilometers away, and it can accurately hit the mahogany desk behind you." He subconsciously glanced at the table behind Lanpu's butt, "This is the one you are sitting on now."
Lanpu suddenly jumped half a step to the side, as if the table was suddenly powered on and was so hot it could fry an egg.
"The most important thing is the cost." The technical officer turned to the last page, which showed a dazzling red cost comparison table.
He took off his glasses and wiped his sweat, then continued, "This missile costs about US$700,000 per shot--maybe even lower."
The whole office fell silent for an instant.
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Are there any such cheap missiles in the world?
If the businessman president knows what's going on here, how can we make money in the future?!
Besides, this is the only company in the world that can lower the price of supersonic missiles to US$700,000.
However, what everyone doesn't know is that the technicians forgot to convert the currency system when calculating, and used US dollars for calculation by default.
In other words, the actual price of the missile is 700,000 soft sister coins!
"Seven hundred thousand----US dollars?" Lanpu thought he heard it wrong, "Not seven million? Not seventy million?"
The faces of many senior officials were darkened, as they could no longer hide this matter.
"It's 700,000, Mr. President." A smile uglier than crying appeared on the corner of the technical officer's mouth.
"They used foamed cement as a heat shield, the same kind of cement used to build houses on construction sites."
"Car-grade wires replaced aerospace wires, and a cheap camera purchased online from University of Tokyo was used as the seeker.
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"The hardware materials used to assemble the missiles are all readily available in automobile manufacturers."
"They are selling the missiles completely as conventional weapons."
"How long does it take them to produce a missile?" Lanpu asked solemnly, staring directly at the CIA director.
The technical officer looked at the CIA director. This was something the other party was responsible for.
The director of the CIA did not expect that Chi Yu would be affected in the end. He scolded all the eighteen generations of the technical officer's ancestors and said hesitantly, "As far as we know, they adjusted the parameters of a car production line and temporarily changed it to a missile production line----"
"The engine used is the same as that of their F-22 fighter, but it's not a castrated version."
The director of the CIA racked his brains, and regardless of whether it was true or false, he half-guessed and made reasonable assumptions, and gave a data that seemed unreasonable but was actually very reasonable. "As for their production capacity, a conservative estimate is that they can produce 30 pieces per month."
The director of the CIA gave a figure that he thought was a bit exaggerated, so that the president could be removed from office without making the CIA appear too incompetent.
He never dreamed that the "astronomical figure" he quoted was not even Fu Haoran's actual daily output.
"What about us?" Lanpu's voice suddenly became darker, "How many can we build?"
The director of the CIA immediately moved half a step to the side as if he was electrocuted, and cast a precise look at the Secretary of Defense standing on the right. The military production capacity was the responsibility of the Ministry of Defense and had nothing to do with the CIA.
The Minister of Defense stiffened and took a step forward. "Mr. President, our military production capacity is very sufficient! Patriot Anti-Aircraft Missile's annual output is stable at around 450 pieces, and Tomahawk's annual output exceeds 120 pieces, which is completely satisfactory -"
"Bang!" Lanpu slammed the table, pointed at the Minister of Defense's nose and yelled, "I'm just old, not stupid! Don't fool me with those Hiss high-speed fire sticks! I'm asking about something that can catch up with that cement rocket! Mach 7 hypersonic missiles! How many do we have?!"
The Minister of Defense suddenly broke out in sweat, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words: "We----our LRHW Dark Eagle was officially commissioned into the army at the end of last year----"
"This year's production capacity plan is----12 pieces."
"How much?!" Lanpu suddenly jumped up from his chair, thinking he heard wrongly.
"12, Mr. President." The Secretary of Defense's voice was as low as a mosquito's cry, "There is nothing we can do about it. Our hypersonic missiles use top-grade carbon-carbon composite heat-proof layers, which are all laid out by hand. It takes a skilled worker a month to make one set, and the yield rate is less than 60%."
"As for the Air Force's AGM-183A, last year's test launches failed three times. Now the project is basically frozen. A maximum of two test bombs can be built this year."
"The Navy's CPS will have to wait until next year to be put on the ship, and now there is not one."
There was a deathly silence in the entire Oval Office.
The director of the CIA suddenly felt that he had gone too far. With the efforts of the whole country, he could only make 12 coins a year, but he said that they could produce 30 coins per month----
Something big is going to happen.
As expected, when the president heard about this gap, his anger became even more uncontrollable, and he once again started the trolling mode. "They can beat us with the assembly line that makes cars!"
"What about us? We make it by hand at the speed of making a Rolls-Royce. It's just that the output can't match others. Why can't it even be as good as the performance!"
"We can't fight it, we can't stop it, and we can't even cause it!"
"Tell me, what else can you do?!"
The room was dead silent.
Lanpu stood behind the desk, with his hands on the table, and his eyes swept over every face in front of him.
The Secretary of Defense lowered his head, the CIA Director was studying the carpet pattern, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff pretended to look out the window.
The more he looked at it, the angrier he became, and the more he looked at it, the more useless he felt.
The world's most powerful military, the world's most advanced technology, and the world's largest defense budget were all frightened into silence by a missile made of cement by a young man in leather.
However, the calculation in the Lanpu businessman's heart instantly overcame the anger in his heart, and he suddenly made a calculation in his mind.
After a while, he smiled.
What a brilliant smile.
"I know how to win!"
Lanpu leaned back, his face once again regained the confident expression that no one knows better than me.
What's going on?
The group of people below will be punished.
"In my opinion, there is no need to fight head-on on this matter."
"Since we can't stop the bombs and can't build them, we can't sell them cheaper than others."
"Then why waste time, energy and money on fighting with people? Only fools make money-losing deals."
As soon as these words came out, the senior officials present looked at each other.
What's going on? Is the president about to give up on himself?
No one can guess what Lanpu will say next.
Lanpu was counting the accounts with his fingers, and his tone became more and more determined. "Since head-on confrontation won't work, then let's just find another way to do business."
"He Warhammer Heavy Industries is willing to sell Thunderbolt Express Missile, priced at one million U. S. dollars each, then we will directly purchase from him in large quantities."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. The Minister of Defense changed his face on the spot and hurriedly tried to dissuade him. "Mr. President, you must not! As the number one power, we take the initiative to purchase armaments and weapons from rival companies. Once this matter spreads, the international reputation will be lost, and North Atlantic Treaty Organization allies will also be dissatisfied!"
Lanpu didn't care about the so-called face at all. He sneered with disdain on his face, a typical profit-oriented approach. "Can face be used as food? Can it make up for the losses of our military industry? Can it bring tax revenue to the country?"
"Besides, you seem to have forgotten that he is in our United States. In other words, he is our United States company."
Seeing Lanpu's winning appearance, the officials present were confused.
How to win this?
Could it be that the president's philosophy of winning is different from ours?
President Lanpu looked at these idiots with disgust. "Don't you know how to settle accounts?"
"We can definitely purchase missiles from Fu Haoran at a price of 1 million U. S. dollars. We can get as many missiles as he has."
"So what if he can produce 30 missiles a month? It's just a matter of 30 million. Are we afraid we can't afford it?"
Uh--that seems to be the truth.
Someone took out his cell phone and did some calculations, and found that this was indeed the case.
It's only 30 million US dollars a month, which is just drizzle to their wealthy United States!
Seeing that everyone had reacted, Lanpu began to say, "Although their output is very high, it is difficult for us to control them.
"But we can control the buyers."
Lanpu said proudly, "Whoever dares to buy Warhammer Heavy Industries's missiles, we will punish him!"
"As long as there is no buyer, who else can he sell to besides me?"
The eyes of all the senior officials lit up. Yes, the arms trade has never been a free market!
We are the world's hegemon, and whoever dares not to listen to us doesn't need to buy supersonic missiles.
Lanpu became more and more excited as he talked, and his voice rose involuntarily. "We received one million dollars each in batches, then sold them to Europe at an increased price to a group of small countries and our allies, and directly priced them at 60 million dollars each for distribution."
"We don't have to invest a penny in R&D funds, we don't have to spend manpower and material resources to build production lines, and we don't have to support a group of scientific researchers who sit in offices all day and only burn money. We can just sit and make money easily. How can there be such a good deal in the world?"
"And we have full control over the supply of goods and act as the world's sole transit agent. All countries in the world that want to purchase this hypersonic missile can only come to us to get the goods."
Lanpu spread his hands and said with a smile, "The supply of goods is in our hands, and we have the final say on pricing and sales. We can not only steadily earn huge price differences, but also control the flow of global high-end armaments, firmly grasp a group of allies, and kill two birds with one stone. This is the smartest way."
"But, Mr. President," someone reminded, "If Warhammer Heavy Industries can't make money, I'm afraid he will fall out with us."
Lanpu had a flash of embarrassment in his eyes, he had indeed forgotten this.
He pretended to be relaxed and said, "I know, of course I know this."
"So I decided to lift the blockade and freeze on all overseas accounts under the name of Warhammer Heavy Industries, but a fine must be paid."
"We announced to the outside world that we won, and Warhammer Heavy Industries accepted the fine and paid the penalty."
"Secondly, issue them an overseas military industry trade license, allowing Warhammer Heavy Industries to produce and export military industry, but prohibit the production,
Selling our United States military active equipment!"
"Not even for their own use!"
Hearing what the president said, all the military industry representatives present breathed a sigh of relief.
Anyway, it is the governments of various countries who pay the final bill. They can just sit back and take the share. As for how much Fu Haoran earns, it doesn't matter at all, as long as they don't steal the cake of their current equipment.
"Finally----" At this point, Lanpu raised a meaningful smile on his lips, "We are going to attack Fu Haoran without knowing it, but we can suppress him in United States's local market."
"For example, all subsidies for its new energy industry will be cancelled, import tariffs will be fully charged, and Federation and state governments will be prohibited from purchasing its civilian products."
"His civilian industry has no absolute advantage in our country. With such a suppression, there is no room for development in the civilian market. In the end, he can only focus on settling down, working for us with peace of mind, and acting as our foundry honestly.
The thoughtful chief of staff frowned slightly and cautiously reminded him, "Mr. President, Fu Haoran always does whatever he wants and never follows conventional rules. What should we do if he refuses to accept the rules and regulations we have set and refuses to cooperate obediently?"
Hearing this, Lanpu looked confident and sure of victory, and said with determination, "He will definitely agree to cooperate. The conditions I gave are an excellent bargaining chip that he can't refuse at all."
"We have the world's largest consumer market and formal military trade endorsement. These are the resources he is eager to obtain."
"As for the civilian industry support that we have cut off, it is of no concern to him who is now devoted to the military industry. He does not care about this loss at all."
Lanpu leaned back lazily on the presidential chair, swinging his legs, full of confidence to control the overall situation, and his words were full of calculations. "I am not deliberately suppressing the blockade, but taking advantage of the trend to pave the way up for him. I built the ladder myself, but the final control of the ladder is in our hands from beginning to end."
"No matter how many powerful missiles he creates, he is still just a supplier focused on production."
"When all the arms orders in the world are gathered in our hands, we will have the final say on its production capacity, pricing, and shipments. A mere young man cannot make any trouble."
"When the overall situation of global arms trade is completely stabilized, all its industrial layouts will eventually fall under our control."
Lanpu As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something and suddenly raised his hand to stop. "Wait a minute, this can't be rushed."
Everyone was stunned. Just now they were urging us to push forward. Why were they suddenly no longer in a hurry?
Lanpu leaned on his seat and said slowly, "The details of cooperation are very important. I decided to form an exclusive lobbying team."
"I will personally arrange this team, okay, you all can go out.
After everyone left, Lanpu made a phone call, and soon the office door was pushed open.
A young woman with blond hair and blue eyes walked in. Her deep V neckline was cut very low, and her full arcs filled the tailoring of her suit jacket. She undulated slightly with her steps, ready to come out.
As a typical Western Ocean horse, a woman has broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the curves of her hips and legs are wrapped tightly and neatly by the skirt.
At over 1.8 meters tall, he is taller than most of the men present when wearing high heels.
His facial features are deep, his bones are tall and straight, his nose is straight, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, giving him a natural confidence.
She walked straight to Lanpu with a professional smile on her face.
Lanpu leaned on the back of the chair and stared at her as she walked over. His face, which had been tense all afternoon, suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
He looked up and down admiringly, from the arc of the neckline, to the proportion of the waist and hips, to the straight long legs.
He suddenly thought that if he were twenty years younger, he would never let such a woman go.
After standing still, the woman leaned forward slightly and put the documents on the table. With this movement, the deep V neckline slid down an inch. When she straightened up, she tucked the hanging blond hair behind her ears.
"Father, are you looking for me?" Ivanka stood in front of him with a calm voice.
Lanpu came back to his senses, the pride on his face still lingering.
"Ivanka My daughter, I have a lobbying task for you to handle."