Staring at Jarvis, who looked expectantly.
Meng Hao was completely at a loss for what to do with this miserly monkey who would not let go of even half a cent if they could earn an extra one.
However.
After careful consideration.
Jarvis's suggestion seemed quite reasonable.
As Jarvis, whose arms business spanned the globe, he could legally and compliantly lease a ten-thousand-ton cargo ship, establish overseas connections, and under the laws and regulations of Great Xia, deliver ten F-35 scrapped shells directly to Meng Hao's Huarong Industry factory in Shilin.
All Meng Hao had to pay was a mere two hundred thousand US dollars, equivalent to 1.4 million Chinese Yuan.
Of course, for ordinary people, this colossal sum might require a lifetime of struggle.
But for Meng Hao, who had a hundred million US dollars lying in his account, 200,000 US dollars was truly not much.
"Alright."
"We'll do it your way."
"Two hundred thousand US dollars, I'll transfer it to your account immediately."
Meng Hao deliberately paused for a few seconds before speaking slowly.
"However, before that, to celebrate our successful transaction... let's take a photo!"
Click, click.
Amidst the flashes of mobile phone cameras.
Meng Hao and Jarvis, with their arms around each other, holding the newly signed cooperation agreement together, grinned like two foxes who had struck a good deal!
...
After a night's rest.
The next morning.
Jarvis bid farewell to Meng Hao early.
He was eager to return to the United States to arrange the shipment, as he was thinking about this business deal worth a total of ten million US dollars.
After all, until the money was in hand, there was always a possibility of change.
Meng Hao did not insist on him staying.
After another round of politeness and mutual flattery for about half an hour.
Jarvis left, with the parting wish of "looking forward to our next collaboration."
The arms dealer, who flew all over the world, never expected that the phrase "next collaboration" was not just a pleasantry. In the near future, he would receive a large number of distribution orders for "toys" from Meng Hao.
...
After seeing Jarvis off.
It would take at least seven or eight days for the scrapped F-35 fighter jet shells to arrive at the Shilin, Huarong Industry factory.
Meng Hao estimated that for the next few days, before he could deliver the mechs to the buyer on the Taowang platform who demanded a long-range assault flight module, he would not be able to sell any more mechs.
To prevent any accidents, Meng Hao chose to submit a mission to the system.
The familiar interface appeared before his retina.
[Congratulations to host Meng Hao for completing the system mission... Rewards are being distributed... 1000 Tech Points have been distributed... Due to Meng Hao achieving a non-mandatory secondary objective, additional rewards are being distributed... 10 fully functional industrial robots have arrived at the desert base!]
Oh?
10 fully functional industrial robots?
Meng Hao curiously checked the details on the system interface!
Several minutes later.
Meng Hao's face broke into a wide smile.
He was so happy his mouth was about to split to his ears.
This cheating system had finally shown some conscience.
According to Meng Hao's original plan.
After the ten scrapped F-35 fighter jet shells, which would serve as the long-range assault flight module for the mechs, arrived in Shilin, he would return to the desert base with these industrial scraps worth ten million US dollars.
After all.
Whether it was to build the stripped-down lithium battery mechs again or to repair the industrial scrap F-35 fighter jets, it would require excavating a large amount of various ores and using the equipment at the desert base for manufacturing and assembly.
Meng Hao initially estimated that he would have to spend another half a year in the desolate heart of the Taklamakan Desert.
But the 10 fully functional industrial robots rewarded for completing this non-mandatory secondary objective mission had solved a big problem for Meng Hao.
These fully functional industrial robots, each weighing about ten tons and comparable in size to a light tank, possessed mining and collection capabilities that could easily surpass Meng Hao's, and they also had the powerful function of independently manufacturing various equipment.
All Meng Hao needed to do was.
To take the shuttle provided by the system to the desert base, and input the total amount of ores to be collected, the quantity of various refined metals, and the blueprint of the type of technological product planned for research and manufacturing into the main control room computer.
And, to provide each fully functional industrial robot with a daily remuneration of 0.1 Tech Points.
Damn it.
After being conned so many times by this son of a bitch system, he was finally enjoying the system's benefits for the first time.
Meng Hao, who felt like he wanted to lie on his back and shed tears at a 45-degree angle, immediately decided to return to the desert base as soon as possible to set the parameters.
Let these fully functional industrial robots, which were tireless and could work day and night, quickly research, produce, and manufacture the stripped-down lithium battery mechs and F-35 fighter jet components.
After completing the research, production, and manufacturing of these mechs and components, they would be automatically transferred to Meng Hao's Huarong Industry factory in Shilin.
The assembly work.
Meng Hao still planned to do it at the Huarong Industry factory.
In any case, the mechs and components designed and manufactured by the system were modular finished products. With simple instructions, even the most dim-witted assembly workers could follow the instruction diagrams to assemble them like DIY desktop computers or large toys.
To conceal the existence of the system and the desert system.
Meng Hao needed to convey a certain image to the outside world.
The Huarong Industry under his name was indeed a factory that produced "large metal toys."
Well.
It seemed he would have to spend money again to recruit hardworking workers and introduce a batch of modern heavy equipment such as gantry cranes, forklifts, and hoists.
...
Before leaving.
Meng Hao went home.
Sitting in front of his computer, Meng Hao once again opened Bilibili.
Undoubtedly.
Various problems, doubts, and traffic-grabbing incidents targeting him were still endless.
Entering the discussion area of Bilibili.
Meng Hao selected a few photos of him with Jarvis, blurred his face and the crucial parts of the contract, and posted them.
[International arms dealer Jarvis personally flew to China to sign a contract for ten F-35 fighter jet shells!]
This was both to fulfill the promise Meng Hao had made two days ago and to slap the faces of those anti-fans.
It was also to generate more buzz and attract more followers.
That old fox Jarvis thought he had made another profit by taking 200,000 US dollars for shipping fees.
He never expected.
That Meng Hao would use a photo with him for publicity.
Indeed.
After this post was published.
Countless anti-fans were proven wrong, and Bilibili erupted again.
"Holy crap, is this really Jarvis?"
"Jarvis, the world-famous arms dealer... But, because our Great Xia citizens have strict gun control, no one cooperates with him; and the official military disdains his meager offerings... therefore, Jarvis has never visited Great Xia!"
"My God, what is the origin of this account named 'Brother Hao is awesome'... Offering a million reward for questions, claiming to build mechs, and attracting Jarvis to trade F-35 fighter jet shells... I suddenly feel that this Brother Hao is definitely not an ordinary person."
"Uh, why are you men always talking about boring things like mechs and fighter jets... As a girl, I think this Brother Hao has an amazing physique... Too bad his face is blurred... Sisters, who can find Brother Hao's true appearance?"
"Me too, I want to throw myself at Brother Hao, I want to have his babies..."
"Tch, a bunch of women who don't understand the romance of mechanical technology and only have handsome guys on their minds..."
"Woman, what courage do you have to compare yourself to a mech..."