The quiet office.
Jarvis's assistant was softly typing on the keyboard, organizing related administrative work.
Then, the assistant's thoughts and work were interrupted by the man sitting behind the boss's chair not far away.
Normally calm, Boss Jarvis's voice rose by eight octaves, and he clutched the microphone, almost jumping onto the boss's desk.
Well, as a global arms dealer who flies around the world daily, it's impossible to be unstable; if his personality were too jumpy, he might get shot by some black uncle who loves eating peanuts in a nameless African forest.
Only.
Why was this usually steady boss so jubilant today?!
Disturbed by the arms dealer and unable to work normally, the assistant simply put down the work at hand and quietly watched his boss, like a monkey with its backside seared on an iron plate, jumping up and down.
"Oh, my God..."
"Are you crazy..."
"Did you do such a crazy thing..."
That's right.
Jarvis, who was talking to Meng Hao.
Upon hearing that Meng Hao wanted to purchase the scrapped outer shell of an F-35 fighter jet, repair it himself, and use it as a remote assault flight vehicle module for his independently developed mecha.
He was completely flustered.
Meng Hao's narration.
Either Jarvis's ears were playing tricks on him, or the other party's brain had gone haywire and was messing with him.
Let alone the fact that regarding mechas, any civilian military enthusiast with a modicum of military knowledge would believe that within twenty years, human technology would absolutely not be able to develop humanoid mechas deployable for actual combat.
After all, even Boston Dynamics, the manufacturer of the most advanced military robot, BigDog, from a top military research institution in Maple Country, did not have the capability to develop large humanoid bionic mechas!
Not to mention the miraculous feat of repairing the scrapped outer shell of the F-35 fighter jet he sold into something whose parameters far surpassed those of the F-35 fighter jets officially deployed by the United States.
As a globally renowned veteran arms dealer, Jarvis was practically half a military expert.
To him.
The matters mentioned in this call from Da Xia Country, from a person named Meng Hao, were simply outrageous lies.
If Meng Hao's series of descriptions were translated into words understandable by ordinary people, it would be:
This gentleman from Da Xia Country, named Meng Hao, intended to purchase a piece of the cross on which Jesus Christ was crucified, then, through some method he couldn't comprehend, resurrect Jesus Christ and instruct Jesus Christ to rebuild heaven on Earth.
The absurdity of such a matter could no longer be described as science fiction.
Words like magical, fantasy, and western fantasy seemed more fitting!
If he weren't a qualified arms dealer, Jarvis would have hung up the phone right then and there.
Fortunately.
He still had a sliver of rationality left.
He quickly gestured, instructing his assistant to quickly investigate the background of this caller, Meng Hao from Da Xia Country.
Soon.
Meng Hao's information was found on Da Xia Country's commercial open website.
After quickly scanning the investigation materials handed over by the assistant, Jarvis was a little bewildered.
Meng Hao.
Head of Huarong Industrial Company.
Company registered capital of one hundred million.
Main business: Research, development, manufacturing, production, and sale of toys!
Through voiceprint comparison with the company's registered information, the person currently talking to him was indeed Mr. Meng Hao, the boss of Huarong Industrial.
Registered capital of one hundred million... quite wealthy, definitely able to afford the scrapped outer shell of an F-35 fighter jet, which costs millions of US dollars per unit.
Company's main business is the R&D, manufacturing, production, and sale of toys... So, he misunderstood the other party's intention all along.
It turns out that the mecha over ten meters tall mentioned by the other party was an oversized, life-sized, and tens of tons heavy giant mecha figurine.
The repair of the scrapped outer shell of the F-35 fighter jet was probably just adding some civilian-grade aircraft engines, avionics, and other facilities.
Then, he would cobble together an oversized, incredibly cool, and awesome combination... In the end, it was still just an oversized, super expensive, and super cool toy!
To be honest.
For a moment.
Jarvis was also tempted by this grand gesture, this large metal figurine of a fighter jet mecha costing millions of US dollars.
After all.
A man is a boy until he dies.
Any man would harbor aspirations for modern and futuristic war models like fighter jets and mechas.
However.
Jarvis was a businessman.
He was more concerned with how to sell this batch of scrapped F-35 fighter jet outer shells, and then consider appreciating the fantastical giant fighter jet mecha figurine created by this insane toy manufacturer from Da Xia Country, Meng Hao.
"I must say, your philosophy, ideas, and creativity are truly astonishing, crazy, and admirable."
"Ten F-35 fighter jets, with intact outer shells, that's a business totaling tens of millions of US dollars."
"Mr. Meng, when would it be convenient for me to personally fly to Da Xia, visit you, and discuss the specific transaction process?"
As expected of a seasoned arms dealer.
In almost an instant, Jarvis adjusted his mindset and began to flatter Meng Hao commercially. The originally scrapped outer shells of the fighter jets, in his words, transformed into perfect, undamaged, high-quality fighter jet outer shells.
Indeed.
A merchant's mouth is a deceptive tongue.
"Okay, okay."
"I'll have my assistant book the tickets right away."
"Let's meet in Shilin three days later!"
After hanging up the phone, Jarvis excitedly paced around his office a few times.
He felt he was truly a genius businessman.
He could even sell the scrapped outer shells of F-35 fighter jets.
...
Unlike Jarvis.
Although Meng Hao was also quite excited, he showed no sign of joy on his face.
He opened a bottle of "Fat Otaku Happy Water," took a couple of gulps, and logged onto "Little Break Station" with great interest.
Speaking of which, apart from spending over a million last night to post a request for help on "Little Break Station" for work, he hadn't watched anime or shows on "Little Break Station" for almost three months.
Although Meng Hao was a Level 5 VIP user of "Little Break Station."
He had always been an obscure user with less than a hundred followers.
He never expected.
That one day.
He would become a popular figure on "Little Break Station," a platform he often browsed.
The moment he logged into "Little Break Station."
Meng Hao's vision was filled with red.
Private messages 99+.
Friend requests 99+.
New followers 99+.
Mentions 99+.
Holy cow.
At this moment.
Meng Hao felt like he was experiencing the treatment of an up-and-coming streamer with millions of fans.
As the saying goes, in the information age, traffic is king.
Following Meng Hao's series of actions yesterday.
The main information on various interfaces of "Little Break Station" was related to him.
Video Zone... A video titled "Analysis of the Credibility of the Mecha from the User Who Posted a Million-Dollar Reward Question" was dominating the charts!
Bilibili Zone... A video titled "Hilarious Moments Compilation of Various Mecha Videos" received a million coins!
Dance Zone, Live Stream Zone...
Huh?
What does dance or live streaming have to do with his million-dollar question or mechas and fighter jets?
Uh!
Meng Hao clicked on it and realized he was still too young!
Originally filled with revealing, provocative, and alluring dance videos.
At this very moment, all sorts of girls were wearing various mecha cosplay outfits and wildly flaunting their bodies.
As for the comments on the videos and live streams, they left Meng Hao dumbfounded.
"As expected, beast girls and ancient style girls are all fleeting, mecha girls are true love!"
"Are you not eating? Twist harder!"
"Girl, where is your mecha fuel port? I want to help you refuel!"
"..."