Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

There was no concept of small goals in that era, so the old men thought Zeng Wangcai wanted to make 6000 million dollars.

"It's just 30 drones," Yang Mingyuan said confidently, "The logistics department has bought them all. When we came here, we said that we would buy at least 100 drones in batches. It's no problem to buy 30 drones for the first time, and we will pay in cash.

"This way you don't have to sell it to foreigners. Just listen to us and stop selling it."

Okay, we’re back to the same place again.

Zeng Wangcai said helplessly, "Grandpa, let me tell you the truth. I am not going to sell dozens of drones this time, and I am not going to make tens of millions of dollars."

"A few tens of millions aren't enough?"

"How much do you want?"

"..."

"Stop, let me tell you straight away!" Zeng Wangcai interrupted, "I want to sell 400 drones, and the minimum price is billion dollars."

"4...400 billion?"

This number shocked the three old men.

Is this your small goal?

Do you know how much foreign exchange reserves we have now?

More than 20 billion US dollars. Do you want to make 20 times the foreign exchange reserves with just one transaction?

"No, this account is wrong!" Yang Mingyuan suddenly realized a problem, "A drone costs 200 million dollars. If you sell 4 drones, that's only 400 million. How did it become ?"

I didn’t expect the old man to react so quickly and realized that the unit price was wrong.

"Who said the unit price is 200 million?" Zeng Wangcai said with a face like a profiteer. "2000 million per drone is a low price. If you want to obtain the qualification to produce drones, you need million. It's a one-time deal, so you must sell it at a higher price."

Zeng Wangcai’s plan was to make a killing, a big killing.

Don’t talk about cooperation. Who would cooperate with foreigners in national defense construction?

The Americans are not a small country. They will not trust a foreigner with such things.

So Zeng Wangcai's idea is very simple, which is to let the two families, each family buy 100 aircraft, starting from 100 aircraft, together with the licensed technology, and then the two families can find arms dealers to produce them and then sell them to your troops.

As for the final price, let’s talk.

The three old men had never done business before, nor had they seen a business like this. They asked for hundreds of billions right away.

However, they also knew Zeng Wangcai's plan, and the drone was definitely going to be sold.

Faced with a business worth tens of billions, to be honest, none of the three of them could take the lead and stop the sale of drones.

Even if you want to bear it, you can't. It's hundreds of billions. The country only has tens of billions of foreign exchange reserves. What can you use to bear it?

"Alas, I'm old and useless!" Liu Yong shook his head and sighed, "I can't do anything anymore, Wangcai, it seems that you are determined to sell the drones. We old guys don't have enough face, but it's okay, we can't stop you from getting rich..."

"Stop, stop!" Zeng Wangcai took out a cigarette and stuffed it into Liu Yong's mouth. "Come out and have a smoke, otherwise you'll feel itchy when you return to the sanatorium. What are you talking about? Are you worried that the sale of drones will strengthen the US's national defense?

"How could I not know this? We have good things now, so don't always think about hiding them. The most important thing for us is money. Only with money can we develop. Without money, we can't move forward..."

I have so many good things that I can’t buy them all.

This is Rainbow 3. Sell it to the Americans. They will research, produce it, and equip it. Then I can get Rainbow 4 and Rainbow 5. Isn’t that great?

By that time, our R&D capabilities will have almost caught up, and we can go directly into mass production of the subsequent models without spending extra money. Isn’t that great?

Of course, Zeng Wangcai did not tell the old men about the later models.

He just talked about the principles of making money!

"No, why do you make so much money?" Yang Mingyuan still didn't quite understand Zeng Wangcai's thinking. In his mind, drones were more important.

"Grandpa, what you said is unreasonable." Zeng Wangcai said, "Look, our mother doesn't have much money. I'm doing construction here and there, which doesn't cost money. If I don't make money, I can't continue to build. How can I continue to build later? Let's not talk about other things, just talk about laying signal base stations. Our country is so big, do you know how much money it will cost to lay them all? It's an astronomical figure. These tens of billions are just a drop in the bucket."

Yang Mingyuan was speechless and speechless.

The military has already reaped the benefits of Zeng Wangcai's base station project, and the areas covered by the signal base stations have brought changes to some military units.

When comparing those who have it and those who don't, the gap is even more obvious, so the higher-ups think that the construction of base stations should be accelerated, and even the army should be asked to assist.

But that only solves the labor problem, and other expenses still exist.

"Wangcai, don't you want to think about it again? Wait for me..."

Zeng Wangcai saw that Liu Yong was also trying to persuade him, and he was really annoyed, so he simply said: "Old men, is there anyone who can do the work of naming the drones? Let me remind you, when naming, think of a series of names."

"Series? What does that mean?"

"You're so stupid!" Before Yang Mingyuan could react, Liu Yong had already stood up excitedly and looked at Zeng Wangcai and said, "So, you've already planned this, right? There's also a super super super...super large cup later?"

The old man also learned it, no, he was led astray.

"Are you stuttering? You can't even speak properly, and you even learned to curse. Super super super... Who is the big cup?"

"..."

Zeng Wangcai covered his face and said, "Mr. Yang, you are such a fool. You turned a noun into a word that combines a noun and a verb."

"Wangcai, don't pay attention to him!" Liu Yong sat down next to Zeng Wangcai, "Tell me, what does the super-super-super-big thing behind look like?"

"..."

......

Jiangdao, Victoria Harbour, a newly opened five-star hotel, top-floor luxury suite.

Yellen, who had just gotten off the plane, exclaimed in the room: "No wonder Mr. Mason gave up the Peninsula Hotel and was willing to stay here. The facilities of this hotel are indeed unique and modern."

Yellen is different from Mason. Mason has been stationed in Jiangdao for a long time, while Yellen only comes here when there is something to do.

"It's more convenient to live here." Mason waved as he sat on the sofa in the multi-purpose room. "Let's get started."

Yellen said nothing and went over to sit next to Mason.

Mason's housekeeper went over and turned on the TV, dimmed the lights in the room, then took a remote control and pressed the play button.

"What Zeng Wangcai wants to talk to us about this time is very surprising." Mason pointed at the screen and said, "This picture was taken by a drone from a high altitude, and it will be followed by the relevant parameters of the drone..."

"Drone? Is it really a drone?" Yellen said with emotion as he looked at the picture, "Are you sure this was taken by a drone?"

"See for yourself!"

The picture clarity is very high, which is one of the reasons why Yellen was moved, proving that the shooting equipment carried by the drone is very good.

But what surprised Yellen most was the later footage, in which the camera was pointed at a target and a missile was subsequently launched.

"Site..." Yellen stood up in shock after seeing the qualified picture, "His drone can launch air-to-ground missiles with such high accuracy..."