"What?! He made $3 billion!"
Lanpu on the other end of the phone was so excited that his fat belly made a clanging sound on the desk, and half the Coke in his hand spilled.
"That bastard not only played tricks on me, but also didn't give me any money after making money!"
"I have been president for three years and printed trillions of dollars, but I can't make as much as him flying a rocket in a circle!"
"Why didn't I think of this trick! No one knows the stock market better than me! As long as you give me a chance, I will definitely make more than him!"
"This bastard! He deliberately spread the news that the Rockets were going to blow up White House, scaring Wall Street into selling them en masse. He took the opportunity to go short at a low price, and then went long in the opposite direction when the Rockets pulled up!"
"Take both sides! Who doesn't know how to do this!" He became angrier as he spoke, spitting everywhere, "But he didn't take me with him! I'm President United States! He didn't even make a phone call!"
Lanpu is not bragging about this. As a veteran businessman, he knows how to manipulate the stock market. He did it many times when he was young.
"Dad, this is legally market manipulation." Ivanka helplessly raised his forehead.
"Market manipulation?" Lanpu sneered, "That's a crime only those who can't afford a lawyer will be convicted of!"
"If I get investigated, I will send Twitter saying this is FakeNews! This is how the stock market should be played."
"Besides, I'm the president! How could the president break the law?"
"Dad, we are talking about business." Ivanka raised his voice.
"Yes, yes, it's business." Lanpu sat back on the chair and returned to being a shrewd businessman, "How much share does he give us? Tell us quickly!"
"5%." Ivanka said without changing his face, but his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously.
Because she only told her father half of the commission.
Lanpu quickly settled the scores in his mind.
"Our annual arms sales at United States are US$40 billion. If each order has a 5% commission, that would be 20
Billions of dollars in revenue."
"You don't have to do anything to just sit back and make money! Just do it!"
An hour later, in the conference room.
"Mr. President, this is too risky!" The Secretary of Defense immediately stood up and objected, "Giving military production to a foreign company will seriously threaten our national security!"
"Adventure? What adventure?" Lanpu sneered and looked at him like a fool, "Our Constellation-class Frigate uses the design of Italy, M240 Machine Gun is Belgium is made by Hans, M27 Infantry Automatic Rifle is made by Hans, AT4 Rocket Launcher is made by Sweden, Iron Dome is made by Israel."
"These are just the complete set of finished products, and there are even more global purchases in the subsystems."
"Even Mao Zi and others who inherit the legacy of a superpower still need vehicle-mounted night vision devices and fire control systems from China, and their export fighter jets also rely on Jewish avionics equipment."
He leaned forward and said in a very proud tone, "How did we support the Japan military industry during the Cold War? F-4
The Phantom fighter jet, Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, was built by ourselves and can fly. The engine, radar, and avionics are all ours."
"Japan is currently building a P-1 anti-submarine patrol aircraft. Kawasaki Heavy Industries is so popular, but the engine is still from General Electric."
"They have been working on it for fifty years, but the core components cannot do without us."
Lanpu glanced around the people present and continued, "Is the tank barrel of Hans Rheinmetall awesome enough? The main gun of Leopard 2A7, the fire control is Raytheon, and the communication is L3Harris."
"North Atlantic Treaty Organization's military industry system, whether it is Japan, Hans, Italy or Dai Ying, none of them is fully autonomous in the true sense."
"They are all assembly plants. Ask for high-end chips TSMC, ask for precision bearings Japan, ask for general-purpose engines Pratt & Whitney, and ask for radar Northrop Grumman."
"Except for University of Tokyo and Maozi, who in the world dares to say that they own the entire industry chain?"
"University of Tokyo can afford it because he was forced to start a new business during the Cold War. Maozi can afford it because Soviet Union left behind the old foundation."
"What does Fu Haoran have? He has never even experienced the Cold War, why should he start a new one?"
"Without our nod, who would dare to buy his weapons? Without our core components, the missiles he makes are just a pile of scrap metal!"
"Let him help us make cheap weapons during peacetime, and we will share the money saved."
"If he doesn't obey, we can break his neck at any time." Lanpu leaned back with a look of victory.
"This is called borrowing a chicken to lay an egg! No one knows how to do business better than me! He is just a larger assembly factory, how can he turn the world upside down? What's more, his company is still in United States, so it's not easy to handle him."
"When he builds up all his production capacity, we will acquire his company, and then all the people and technology will be ours!"
Yes, we are very familiar with this routine!
Everyone looked at each other and nodded.
Indeed, which one of Europe and Japan is not the foundry of United States?
A Fu Haoran, no matter how big it is, cannot be fully autonomous in the entire industry.
As an emerging company, it is already a fantasy to be able to produce a few flagship products that overwhelm a number of established military industrial powers in terms of export share, and to compete in the bidding for Anti-Aircraft Missile, rocket launchers, warships and other products.
As long as they United States take action and cut off the supply of core parts, those orders will turn into waste paper in minutes.
In the final analysis, the model proposed by the president is just an assembly factory.
Not to mention it is just a small business, among so many developed countries in the world, how many have truly achieved industry-wide independence?
It's not like our United States's true colors were revealed as soon as the supply was cut off.
Fu Haoran A private company is so big that it can be considered as a high-end assembly plant.
It's just that they never dreamed that Fu Haoran doesn't need any of their core components at all.
All his core technologies come from another time and space.
That night, Ivanka's cell phone vibrated.
It is a payment reminder from Swiss Bank.
USD 100,000,000.00.
She stared at the string of numbers on the screen for a full ten minutes.
Ivanka has seen a lot of money.
Father's private jet, Florida's manor, New York Fifth Avenue's apartment, none of them are priceless.
But those are father's money, not hers.
Every penny she spends depends on her father's opinion and carries the title of the president's daughter.
But $100 million is different.
This belongs to her.
A feeling that I had never felt before came over me.
Ivanka took a deep breath and stood up from the bed suddenly.
She walked to the closet, rummaged through it for a long time, and finally chose a black silk suspender skirt.
The skirt was as short as her thighs, with straps as thin as threads hanging on her shoulders, outlining her plump breasts. The hem of the skirt clung to her waist and hips, showing off her perfect figure to the fullest.
She wore a thin white silk cardigan outside, deliberately unbuttoned, and allowed the cardigan to open, revealing the looming skin underneath.
She let her long blond hair fall naturally over her shoulders, put on a thicker lipstick, and sprayed on a little perfume.
Fu Haoran lives in an executive apartment next to the factory, only a five-minute drive from the guest house where she lives.
But after getting in the car, Ivanka discovered a terrible thing.
"I forgot to say hello - forget it, I just went to say hello and thank you, forget it if no one is here.
17
This was a temporary move.
It was also her decision after careful consideration.
Fu Haoran had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair in a white bathrobe when the doorbell rang.
He opened the door and was stunned for a moment.
Standing at the door was Ivanka. The warm yellow corridor light shone on her body, and the black silk suspender skirt clung to her body, outlining a perfect curve with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and convex front and back.
Her two long legs wrapped in stockings were straight and slender, and her high heels made her already tall figure even taller.
"Mr. Fu, won't you invite me in for a drink?" Ivanka leaned forward slightly, and the collar of the cardigan slid down a little, revealing the delicate collarbone and deep career line.
Fu Haoran turned sideways to let her in and closed the door.
His apartment is very simple, with no luxurious decorations, just a huge floor-to-ceiling window, a bed, and a bar--
Ivanka skillfully poured two glasses for the two of them and handed one of them to Fu Haoran.
When Fu Haoran took the wine glass, Ivanka's fingertips lightly touched the back of his hand.
"Wish us a happy cooperation, Mr. Fu."
Ivanka raised the wine glass to his lips, his lips leaving a moist trace on the rim of the glass, "This is the first time in my life that I have proven myself with my own ability."
Fu Fu Haoran held the wine glass and silently complained in his heart: Come on, if I didn't have the title of the president's daughter, do you think I would waste half an hour talking about cooperation with you?
But since she is fairly decent, there is no need to reveal this little thing.
Ivanka continued, "You are right, I want to start a family and start a business after all. Once I get married, my father's attention and resources on me will be reduced."
"No matter how good I was in the past, I can't change this."
You are actually not that good----Fu Haoran continue to be a mute listener.
Ivanka walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, was silent for a moment, and then turned around.
Her blue eyes reflected the light outside the window, and the professional tenderness in her voice was replaced by a more real emotion.
"My father has always said that the most important thing for a woman is to marry a well-matched business partner who can be helpful to the family."
"I thought so before, but now I realize that if I follow my father's arrangements, I will always become a tool of the family."
"It was okay when my father was here, but once he is gone, who will care about a married member.
Ivanka put down his wine glass and walked up to Fu Haoran.
She reached out and gently untied the straps of the tulle cardigan. The white cardigan slid down her shoulders and fell to the carpet, revealing the black suspender skirt underneath.
The shoulder straps as thin as threads hang on the clavicle, and the skirt closely follows the curve of the waist and hips, which vividly outlines the wide shoulders, narrow waist, plump and straight figure.
Ivanka took a step forward, with the smell of woody perfume and the sweetness of red wine, the long legs wrapped in stockings glowed delicately under the light.
Her fingertips fell on the edge of the collar of Fu Haoran's bathrobe, and her fingertips gently rubbed against the reddish skin under his collarbone that had been steamed by hot water. Then she slowly slid down along the collar, and her nails traced the outline of his chest muscles.
"Tonight," she stood on tiptoes and brought her lips to his ear, her voice so low that only her breath remained, "I am yours."
Fu Haoran put down the wine glass and put his arms around her waist.
Her body was soft and warm, clinging to his arms, like a cat that had finally found its habitat.
"Very good." Fu Haoran whispered in her ear, "You made a wise choice."
Fu Haoran's fingers slid along her shoulders to her back, and touched the zipper puller on the back of the suspender skirt.
The black silk slipped from his fingers and piled up around her ankles. She raised her head slightly, closed her eyes, and felt that her whole body suddenly became lighter, as if she was being lifted up, and then fell into the soft mattress.
Gobi The night wind on the beach was very strong, and the moonlight spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains, breaking into pieces of silver-white light spots on the floor.
Her hands scrambled in mid-air, grabbing a corner of the bed sheet, and then the bed sheet was pulled away.
Ivanka wanted to call his name, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make short breathing sounds.
She lay on the man's chest and traced the outline of his abdominal muscles with her fingertips. Her voice was hoarse and unlike her own. "I--I never thought that your physical strength--is--is so good."
After finishing the work, Fu Haoran discovered that Ivanka had no experience, which is even rarer in United States than giant pandas.
"It seems that although Lanpu has a chaotic private life, he is surprisingly strict in disciplining his children."
--
It is precisely because of this that Fu Haoran is a little more serious and no longer just playing around as he thought before.
It is precisely because of this that Fu Haoran let Ivanka go.
The next morning, when Ivanka left, her legs were still a little weak.
She stood in the corridor, looked back at the closed door, smoothed her messy blond hair with her hands, and a complicated smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She won the bet.
From today on, she is no longer just the daughter of Lanpu.
She is the woman of Fu Haoran and the agent of Warhammer Heavy Industries in Washington.
She has one more choice.
A path that truly belongs to oneself without depending on anyone.
As for whether this road leads to heaven or hell, she doesn't care.
At least, this is her own choice.
After Fu Haoran sent Ivanka away, the system prompt sounded in his mind:
[Ding! Reincarnator was detected to establish a stable military production system in the world of North American Hive City, and achieved the achievement: Hive City Arsenal]
[Achievement reward: Basilisk Self-Propelled Gun complete set of production drawings]
Fu Haoran's eyes lit up.
"What a good thing."
Fu Haoran knows this famous self-propelled artillery.
Basilisk Self-Propelled Gun, Astra Militarum are the most classic heavy fire support units, based on the Chimera Armored Vehicle chassis and equipped with a Earthshaker Cannon.
During the merger period of Great Crusade and Horus, even the siege troops of the Space Marine army were heavily used.
One Earth-Shaking Bomb can destroy an entire area, making it Imperial Guard's greatest weapon for attacking enemies.
However, the actual data is completely inconsistent with AGW's deceptive mathematics.
The diameter of Basilisk Self-Propelled Gun is not 132mm, but 231mm!
The range is not 15 kilometers, but 120 kilometers!
"This is so powerful that one shot is enough to flatten a football field. Even Space Marine's armor can be blown into pieces as long as it can hit it.
Of course, the premise is that you can hit it.
Just when I was studying graphics, the system suddenly issued a harsh red alert:
[Emergency alert! The Horus rebellion has begun in full swing! A Iron Warriors rebel fleet is jumping to Little Manting Star System!]
[Estimated arrival time: Warhammer World standard time 60 days, corresponding to 2K World 2 years]
Fu Haoran's face instantly darkened.
Iron Warriors.
Space Marine Legion Liyi, who was originally the Emperor's most loyal one, fell to the rebel side during Horus's alliance.
The soldiers stationed here are known for their ruthlessness, cruelty, and proficiency in clever siege warfare.
Once the troops arrive at Little Manting Star System, the base stationed at Warhammer World will bear the brunt.
Because Fu Haoran knows very well that they are looking for their predecessor Warsmith·Dantioch to join their rebel army.
I want to recruit Warsmith, the best member of the Imperial Prison and a former member of the Sanlingji, to join the rebel army.
The loyal Space Marine refused to join the rebels, and the war behind him was inevitable.
What's worse is that Fu Haoran knows very well that once the rebel Space Marine coalition forces join together, the coalition forces will not hesitate to switch sides and support the rebel Space Marine.
"Only 2 years left?"
Fu Haoran walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the production line outside.
Storm Eagle Rocket are coming off the production line one after another, like dumplings.
"No, it's not fast enough!"
"However, before we can do this, we must first eliminate the threat from the coalition forces!"
Otherwise, when Iron Warriors's rebels arrive, he will be attacked from both sides and will have no chance of winning.
"The real war is coming."