Meng Hao's words had gone that far.
It was practically selling air for money, even more outrageous than pulling a rabbit out of a hat!
And yet, Comrade Guderov's reply made Meng Hao's jaw drop.
"Okay."
"No problem."
"Comrade Meng Hao's credibility is solid, anything from Huarong Industries is sure to be a masterpiece!"
"One hundred million US dollars for the deposit, should it be transferred to the same account as last time?"
The entire livestream fell silent.
Meng Hao had just spouted some nonsense, with no written agreement or contract.
Just based on the name Meng Hao.
And the reputation of Huarong Industries.
A hundred million US dollars was transferred just like that?!
And that was just the deposit.
There was no concept of overpayment or underpayment.
In other words, even if Meng Hao produced a pile of scrap metal junk, Major General Guderov would take it all.
One hundred million US dollars, which was equivalent to seven hundred million Great Xia currency.
Since when was making money this easy.
Before Meng Hao could recover, Guderov, looking like he had completed a mission and was reporting back, smiled and bid farewell.
"Comrade Meng Hao, our good friend from the Soviet Union, we won't disturb you any further. Wishing our cooperation a success!"
"We eagerly anticipate the unveiling of your new mechs, and I'm sure they will exceed our expectations."
"If you develop any new products in the future, please contact us immediately. The price is not an issue at all!"
With that, Guderov hung up the video call.
Leaving Meng Hao and the viewers in a state of bewilderment.
A gentleman's promise is as good as gold.
Regardless of the motives or reasons, if he had agreed to Guderov's order, he had to fulfill it.
Meng Hao, no longer in the mood for the livestream, cut the connection, leaving the millions of stunned viewers to Qin Muyan to comfort.
As for himself, he piloted the Huarong Type I mech back to the Huarong Industries factory.
In the office, Meng Hao held his forehead, feeling a headache.
Cheng Hua, tiptoeing, brought over a medicinal soup carefully brewed by Mrs. Meng, and placed it before Meng Hao.
Having worked with Meng Hao for nearly a month, Cheng Hua had risen from administrative vice-general manager to Meng Hao's chief steward.
Seeing his young master rubbing his temples, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.
His own son was about the same age as his young master, yet his son was still innocently attending university and dating girls, while his young master was already burdened with the livelihoods of over two hundred factory workers.
"Young master, don't worry too much. It's already past one o'clock, and you haven't even had lunch yet... Please have this bowl of medicinal soup first... It's made with over ten precious medicinal ingredients like saffron, cordyceps, Fritillaria, and fish maw, simmered for over ten hours."
"Were the test results today not satisfactory? Did you not get an order?!"
"Don't be too anxious. When I was young, even an order of two to three million would take me half a month to negotiate... The business you're running is all about large commodities, so it naturally requires more patience!"
Facing Cheng Hua's concern, Meng Hao gave a bitter smile.
"Uncle Cheng Hua, it's not that there are too few orders, but rather too many... We received another order of 100 million today, and that's just the deposit... Oh right, the currency is US dollars!"
Cheng Hua was startled by Meng Hao's reply.
His young master was truly a genius in the business world.
He simply hosted a product review livestream and managed to secure a deposit of over a hundred million US dollars.
This was a good thing. Why was the young master looking so dejected?!
Meng Hao had every reason to be worried.
People fear fame, just as pigs fear growing fat.
He had probably made a name for himself in the Great Xia military enthusiast community.
Damn it.
He was just a private entrepreneur who founded a factory, established Huarong Industries, and developed, manufactured, and sold large mech toys.
How did he become famous in the military enthusiast circle?
Even a Major General from the Soviet Union's military procurement department had come knocking.
If this continued, it wouldn't be long before the high levels of Great Xia, and even the relevant military units responsible for national security, would come looking for him.
At that time, his troubles would be immense.
The ten-meter-tall, thirty-seven-ton mech, with its composite metal shell, high-energy composite graphite silicon-lithium battery, neural-link control technology, and mech-reflection main and auxiliary turbine jet systems, were all black technologies that couldn't be explained.
Furthermore, to satisfy the special request of the Soviet military, who posed as mysterious buyers and ordered from the Taowang online shopping platform, he had even modified and repaired an F35 fighter jet that only had its outer shell. The resulting fighter jet's performance was even more impressive than the original F35...
These black technologies, apart from the core technology of the high-energy composite graphite silicon-lithium battery, could be replicated and developed with current human technology.
Most of the other black technologies far surpassed modern human technology.
If he were interrogated, the secrets of possessing the system and the desert base would surely be exposed.
If that damned system, which hadn't appeared for days, were exposed, he might be eliminated!
As he was agonizing, the long-absent system reappeared, displaying light blue bullet comments on Meng Hao's retina, visible only to him.
[Latest mission assigned... Develop a scaled-down mech... Any component technology of the scaled-down mech must not exceed human technological civilization by more than 20 years... Mission deadline: six months... This mission also has a non-essential item... The content of the non-essential item is that for every scaled-down mech sold, the host Meng Hao will receive 1000 technology points.]
Huh?
Scaled-down mech?
That was just a watered-down version of the Huarong Type I!
Not exceeding human technology by 20 years.
This meant it could be mass-produced without the aid of the desert base.
This way, there would be no risk of exposing the system or the desert base, and he wouldn't be eliminated!
This damned system had finally done something good.
However, without the desert base, the two hundred or so people at Huarong Industries wouldn't be able to meet the production demands.
Well.
But that wasn't a big problem.
As long as there was sufficient capital, with money paving the way, whether it was acquiring more factories, hiring more skilled workers, or increasing more production capacity, it would all be achievable.
What Meng Hao needed to do now was to establish a research laboratory, acquire factories, hire more workers, and increase production capacity, before alerting the national level and being closely scrutinized by a special investigation team dispatched by the Great Xia military department.
He needed to provide a legitimate and traceable explanation for the world-leading mech toys.
Meng Hao suddenly felt that the old Russians were truly endearing.
Especially Major General Guderov, who, after hearing Meng Hao's baseless claims and immediately remitting 100 million US dollars, was simply and touchingly naive.
With the 100 million US dollars received, equivalent to 700 million Great Xia currency, plus the nearly 600 million previously in savings, the total reached nearly 1.3 billion.
With such a vast sum of money, Meng Hao could accomplish a lot.
The frown on his brow finally relaxed.
Meng Hao, relieved, took a sip of the medicinal soup Cheng Hua had brought him.
Hmm, not bad, it was delicious!