Yang Bo arrived at Ivan's laboratory alone. It was no longer the shabby place it had been at the start.
Besides Ivan and his father, there were plenty of lab technicians dressed in white work clothes.
Most did not notice Yang Bo enter, completely absorbed in their experiments. The occasional person who spotted him offered a hurried greeting before returning to their research.
In a small cubicle, Ivan sat on a stool in work clothes so grimy their original color was barely recognizable, wearing sunglasses with a toothpick between his lips.
He held a welding torch, utterly focused as he welded away at a sheet of iron, turning the cubicle into something resembling a nightclub.
Bzzzt...
Watching Ivan's intense concentration, Yang Bo was reluctant to interrupt him. But Ivan sensed his gaze and hung the welding torch on a rack nearby.
"Boss! What brings you here?"
Ivan was a little puzzled. As far as he remembered, Yang Bo never came unless he needed something. Normally, he would rather stay in his office playing games with his secretary than come here.
Yang Bo walked up to Ivan and got straight to the point. "Ivan, I need a suit of armor."
"Mainly for its flight capability!"
Ivan paused, then nodded. That was no problem for him at all.
"No problem."
"Boss, people have already contacted us about buying our products."
"Just as I expected. Those guys caught the scent and came flocking."
Looking confident, Yang Bo continued, "An F-22 costs eighty million dollars for the aircraft alone. Our third-generation model is only ten million dollars. That's practically a steal!"
The third-generation model was designed specifically for sale. Its combat capabilities could not compare with the first two generations, and it still used a Palladium Reactor rather than a New Element Reactor.
"Hmm,