Gulfstream G650 The private jet broke through the clouds and flew smoothly at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Ivanka·Lanpu leaned against the porthole, his fingertips unconsciously brushing the lapels of his charcoal gray haute blazer.
She wore a neatly tailored business suit today. The crisp waisted suit outlined her slender waist, and she wore a white silk shirt underneath. The deep V neckline just right supported her full arc. It undulated slightly with her breathing, just right to reveal her delicate collarbones and bottomless career line.
It not only maintains the professionalism of business negotiations, but also is calm and seductive.
The length of the hip-hugging skirt is just two inches above the knees, and the long legs wrapped in black stockings are folded together.
She put on red lipstick in front of the small mirror, straightened her blond hair around her ears, and sprayed on a little limited edition Chanel No. 5.
The smell of perfume spreads in the airtight cabin, mixing with the luster of silk and her innate sense of superiority, outlining a perfect image of Upper East Side socialite.
Among those white elites who thrived in Wall Street and Capitol Hill, which one was not seduced by her look?
As for Oriental men? The Chinese executives and overseas students she had met were extremely shy and conservative, and had almost no resistance to sexy and noble Angsa women like her.
"This mission is a breeze."
"After all, who would refuse a cooperation offer from a beautiful and well-established woman?"
As the plane passed the last pass of the Rocky Mountains, she glanced down casually.
Although he was mentally prepared, Ivanka was still shocked by the scene below when he saw it.
On the endless Gobi beach, a modern industrial town rises from the ground.
The desert has been transformed into a huge molten salt Power Station. Rolling solar panels and white wind turbines are connected to form an ocean, stretching from the foot of the mountain to the end of the horizon.
In the center of the factory, a huge pyramid-like building rises from the ground. The outer wall is covered with matte gray armor. It has sharp edges, silent and cold, like a giant beast dormant on the Gobi beach.
"What is that?" Ivanka pointed at the pyramid, his voice a little tight.
"Warhammer Heavy Industries's scientific research headquarters, madam." The entourage quickly replied.
Ivanka said nothing.
She has seen Pentagon, she has seen Fort Knox, and she has seen the top military base in the world.
She dared to swear on her own reputation that it was not a scientific research headquarters at all.
More like a fortress.
She subconsciously clenched the memo in her hand, and suddenly felt that the paper stamped with White House was as light as a piece of waste paper.
The "recruitment plan" that my father made on the table at White House, and the "great victory of United States" that the staff talked about might have been a joke from the beginning.
They don't need to be recruited at all.
The plane landed at a small airport deep in Gobi beach.
There was no red carpet, no guard of honor, not even a decent greeting team.
Only a small convoy was waiting.
Ivanka's face instantly sank.
"After all, I am representing the president. Are you going to receive me like this?"
"This is definitely a deliberate show of force!"
"It's still a pickup truck! It's not even a formal business vehicle!"
She suppressed her dissatisfaction, lifted up her suit skirt and prepared to get in the car.
The moment he opened the door, Ivanka was stunned. Pure white leather seats, carbon fiber trim panels, and a panoramic sunroof extended from the front to the rear of the car.
There is no dashboard in the car, only a curved screen that runs through the entire center console, with her identity information marked with a blue cursor: Ivanka·Lanpu, visitor number 00758.
But Ivanka soon discovered that there was no driver in the car!
"Why isn't there even a driver? Do we have to drive there ourselves?"
As soon as she finished complaining, the car door automatically locked and a soft electronic sound sounded, "Ms. Ivanka·Lanpu, welcome to Warhammer Heavy Industries. The vehicle is about to start, please fasten your seat belt."
Immediately, the vehicle started.
"Autonomous driving?!" Ivanka I didn't expect that the ability that appeared in science fiction movies could actually be seen in reality.
The car slid off the tarmac smoothly without any bumps.
The vehicle took Ivanka and his party directly into the industrial park.
What comes into view are fully automated production lines running at high speed.
The silver-gray Storm Eagle Rocket and Mechanical Arm were welded, assembled, and inspected with precision. Sparks flew everywhere. The whole process was smooth and smooth, with almost no workers visible.
She was still thinking on the plane just now that the CIA's monthly production of 30 pieces was an exaggeration.
Only now did she realize how outrageous the CIA's intelligence was.
On this one production line, maybe 30 pieces can come off the production line in one day.
And there is more than one such production line.
The CIA's intelligence didn't even capture a fraction of its actual production capacity.
Finally, the vehicle stopped, the door opened, and Ivanka saw a group of men in suits and ties standing in the open space next to the production line.
All of them have their hair combed meticulously and wear custom-made suits that cost tens of thousands of dollars each. Which one of them is not a person who usually stomps around and makes the global financial market tremble?
Now, they are all gathered together, and in the middle is a young Chinese, talking to them.
Ivanka knows that that person is the real owner that he wants to visit today.
If it were any other time, Ivanka would not mind using his privileges to ask these people away to avoid wasting his precious time.
But now----
"Oh, it's little Ivanka, are you here too?"
"Yes, Uncle Potter."
"Haha, little Ivanka is getting more and more beautiful. She is already a big girl. Do you have something urgent to say?"
"No, Uncle Byron Ashford, I'll wait until you finish talking."
Ivanka was as obedient as a primary school student in front of these big guys, showing the most standard sweet smile, but his heart was in turmoil.
Cut the queue in front of these big guys?
Ivanka felt that he would do this unless he was crazy.
Ivanka knows very well that many of them are even financial sponsors when his father ran for president.
Among the team, there was also a prince Saudi Arabia wearing a white robe.
It goes without saying how important the other party is.
Finally, after waiting for 2 hours, the group of people finally left.
Ivanka took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
She straightened her back, deliberately adjusted the angle of her deep V neckline, and showed a charming smile that she had practiced countless times in front of the mirror. Her voice was so gentle that it could make her cry, "Mr. Fu, I am here on behalf of President United States."
"I think we should have a more formal meeting environment."
Ivanka believes that no man can reject her as she is now.
However, Fu Haoran just glanced at her, his eyes staying on her carefully taken care of neckline for less than half a second, and then moved away.
"Go to the car, you have half an hour."
What? Only half an hour?!
Ivanka's smile froze.
She thought she had heard wrong. Half an hour was enough to talk about anything!
Fu Haoran didn't give her a chance and got on the bus first.
It's not that Fu Haoran is aloof, it's just that he is too busy, and the waves of investors have delayed him too much time.
Ivanka was a little annoyed. The whole diplomatic rhetoric she had prepared, the presidential letter signed by her father, and the empiricism of "Oriental men lack resistance to beautiful women" all turned into a joke at this moment.
Ivanka gritted his teeth and got into the car, still maintaining a polite smile, and said, "Mr. Fu, as long as Warhammer Heavy Industries promises not to directly sell supersonic missiles to external parties, and will hand over all products to the United States government for unified procurement and distribution, Mr. President is willing to unfreeze your account in full and provide you with the highest level of tax incentives and low-interest loans."
"Give me a reason why should I accept these conditions?" Fu Haoran asked.
"Because this will bring you a huge market! United States is the largest arms market in the world----"
"Your market?" Fu Haoran interrupted her, "Ms. Ivanka, didn't you just see representatives like Morgan, Goldman Sachs, and Blackstone?"
"Why are they here? Because what I lack now is not customers."
He looked at Ivanka with a faint smile on his lips, "Do you think I would care about having another United States market? Or do you think you can stop them from buying things from me?"
Ivanka's lips were slightly open, and all the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat.
She did not give up and threw out another bargaining chip. "We can also provide you with financial subsidies and loans of at least five billion US dollars per year----"
"Do you think I'm interested in three melons and two dates?" Fu Haoran sneered, "When your dad froze my account before, I didn't even bow my head."
"And for my little accident during the rocket launch, do you know how much I earned?"
Fu Haoran didn't give in and gave the answer directly, "3 billion US dollars."
"How is that possible?!" Ivanka didn't believe it.
"It's not difficult. As long as you can draw a K-line chart, you can too."
After hearing Fu Haoran's explanation, Ivanka suddenly understood that the other party was not a reckless person at all, and any retaliation was fake. They only saw interests.
Outsiders only saw that the other party was playing tricks on the president and the whole world, but they didn't know that he made a lot of money from the stock market!
"Your father wants to lock me in with a set of rules, but what I sell is hard currency. Hard currency doesn't need rules, it is the rule itself."
"Now you want to use my money and my taxes, package them into subsidies and send them to me, and you want me to be grateful and accept your rules and regulations."
"Do you think I would be interested in this kind of left-handed to right-handed game?"
Ivanka was completely silent.
All the trump cards she brought, including identity, beauty, policies, and finance, were not appreciated by the other party.
Just when Ivanka was about to write a few bad checks to appease the other party, Fu Haoran suddenly asked, "Ms. Ivanka, I'm curious how many children your father has?"
"I heard that among all the children currently, your abilities are not the most outstanding."
"Your brothers are no worse than you. The younger brother born to your father's current wife seems to be the most favored and the one who is most like him."
"I'm curious whether your family will share the inheritance equally in the future, or whether one person will inherit the lion's share."
Fu Haoran's words are like a needle pricking my heart.
Ivanka's eyelashes trembled suddenly.
She thought of her stepmother, who was only a few years older than herself, and of her younger brother, whom she loved so much. Her father never concealed his preference for him in public, and even said, "This kid will definitely be better than me in the future."
And what about herself?
She is the president's daughter, but she will never be the heir.
When her father leaves White House, what will she have left?
An outdated business card, and a bunch of alms given by others for my father's sake.
Ivanka knows his playboy father very well. He has always preferred outstanding children.
Ivanka naturally believes that his abilities are not inferior to any of his brothers and sisters, but who can say for sure what the future will look like.
"Miss Ivanka, to use an old saying from the East, a married daughter throws away water. If you get married, will you choose to protect the interests of your husband and children, or the interests of the family?"
"After changing your surname, are you still a member of the Lanpu family?"
Fu Haoran's words became more and more heartbreaking, especially when he thought of his father's ruthless treatment of his first wife and his sister, Ivanka's thoughts became confused.
She works hard to express herself, isn't it just to prevent her father from abandoning her?
But if you really get married, does it mean you will be removed from the family?
You know, in foreign countries, after a woman marries her husband, she usually has to change her husband's surname.
Although no one talks about it, the bond between them will definitely be greatly reduced.
Ivanka's breathing became rapid and his palms were all sweaty.
She is here today to negotiate on behalf of President United States.
But now, the man opposite her was peeling away the layers of strength she pretended to be, and the reality that she was most vulnerable and dared not face was nakedly placed in front of her.
"Your father is already seventy." Fu Haoran continued, "When he steps down, who will know you Ivanka·Lanpu?"
"You should also think about it for yourself." Fu Haoran's tone was still calm, but with an irresistible force, "I can give you a chance."
"I don't have to touch the current active weapon models of major arms companies, but I have to become their foundry. They provide me with part of their production lines, and I produce weapons and equipment for them."
"They used it to put their own brand name on it and sold it to your Ministry of National Defense. The price remained unchanged and the profit increased more than ten times."
"This is called cost reduction and efficiency improvement. Your companies will make money, your military will save money, and your supply chain will no longer be burdened by labor unions and bureaucrats."
"You don't have to worry about the union. The profits will be split 50-50, and I will transfer 10% of the profits to the account you designate."
Ivanka was silent for a long time.
It wasn't that she wasn't moved, but that she was too moved.
This plan is more in line with business logic than my father's crude agency sales. Arms dealers can outsource their most troublesome manufacturing links, reduce costs, and increase profits tenfold without having to break up with the labor unions.
The government no longer has to worry about budget overruns. One missile has been reduced from 10 million to 1 million, and those Capitol Hill guys who are shouting about cutting military spending every day can shut up.
The premise of all this is authorized production.
They don't even need to hand over the core technology. As long as they have the core technology in hand and the core components under control, they can cut off the OEM at any time.
Just at this moment, the car stopped.
Fu Haoran Just as he said, don't give extra time.
Before getting off the car, Fu Haoran turned around and said, "Miss Ivanka, go back and tell your father that I can sign the conditions he proposed and give him face."
"But please believe me, contracts are meant to be torn up, and those contracts are just waste paper to me."
"So don't be petty with me. I wish you a pleasant visit during the rest of the time."
Ivanka sat in the car for a long time.
When she came today, she thought she was a hunter.
Only now did she realize that she had been the chosen pawn from beginning to end.
What frightened her the most was that she actually felt that the position of this chess piece was more stable and promising than the position of the president's daughter.
After getting off the bus, Tech-Priest Kallen and Tychus had been waiting for a long time.
"Sir, there is absolutely no need for us to cooperate with this planet's backward technology."
"With Forge World's technology, we can create a more perfect weapon."
Fu Haoran shook his head and said, "Kallen, you don't understand. Forge World's stuff is good, but for us now, the functions are too redundant."
"We are not fighting an expedition, but we are facing a planetary defense battle."
"We need to quickly accumulate strength. Although this Garden World looks backward, they just lack the smelting technology and formula."
"As long as we make some adjustments, we can produce weapons, ammunition and equipment that meet our needs."
"Boss, you are trying to use a chicken to lay eggs, but this is too damaging." Tychus blew out a smoke ring, "How will this little girl explain to her father when she goes back?"
"She won't tell the whole story." Fu Haoran said confidently, "She will only tell half of the truth so that her father thinks she has won."
"When he finds out that our wings have become stiff, he is no longer the president."
Tychus scratched his head. "I still don't understand. We can obviously sell it ourselves, why should we give them half of the profit?"
"Half share?" Fu Haoran laughed, "Do you think what I want is the profit? What I want is this Garden World military budget to pay for me."
"Use their money to build my guns, and use them to test our weapons for us."
"Besides, I don't like their so-called core at all.