Jarvis chuckled.
His voice was like a vulture spotting carrion.
"My dear Meng."
"I truly enjoy dealing with straightforward people like you."
"Well, it's ten o'clock now, Mr. De Vries must be awake… we can call him!"
Jarvis took out his phone, picked out one from a rather large contact list, and dialed.
Hmm.
He leaned over the entire time, as if afraid Meng Hao might spot something fishy from his phone screen, which was already protected by an anti-peeping film.
Hi!
This Jarvis.
Truly a businessman whose mind was solely focused on making money.
"Oh!"
"My dear Mr. De Vries, I truly apologize for disturbing you."
"I am currently in Hawaii City… yes, I spoke with you before about a guest considering purchasing a lithography machine… Oh, for heaven's sake, please come over, I'll send you the address!"
Meng Hao listened throughout, smiling faintly as he sipped his juice.
It was quite clear.
Contrary to what Jarvis had said, this Mr. De Vries did not have such a deep acquaintance with him.
In fact, during the phone call, Mr. De Vries had emphasized that he was merely an insignificant peripheral director of Asman Company and had no authority to make decisive recommendations on the lithography machine's sales strategy.
However.
The greatest advantage of Jarvis, the businessman, was his shameless pursuit of profit.
After much persuasion, he finally managed to invite Mr. De Vries to the hotel.
While waiting.
The two of them moved to a private VIP lounge in the hotel.
Several cups of floral tea were served, and they chatted and drank.
"My dear Meng, you are truly remarkable. I am incredibly curious how you managed to extract relevant technology from the discarded hull of an F35 fighter jet…"
"Good heavens, I saw recently that your products sold like hotcakes!"
"The domestic version is 1 million Da Xia coins per unit; the foreign trade version is 1 million US dollars… which is 7 million Da Xia coins per unit!"
"However, my dear Meng, you shouldn't impose so many restrictions on the foreign trade version… if you were to allow the modification of the mechs' weapon modules, they would sell out even at 10 million US dollars per unit!"
Indeed.
For a pure businessman like Jarvis.
Seeing Meng Hao not making money when he could, and acting in such a wasteful manner, was almost enough to make his heart bleed.
Meng Hao took a sip of the floral tea.
Hmm.
Unlike the floral teas back home, the tea in this foreign land was too sweet, a bit cloying!
"This is a matter of perspective."
"I admire you, you are an utterly pure businessman, willing to do almost anything for money!"
"But I am different. Our Da Xia, unlike immigrant nations like the US, has concepts of heritage and lineage… Money is to be earned, of course, but only on the premise that it does not threaten the security of the Da Xia nation."
"Moreover, our Huarong Technology is a private company and cannot develop or manufacture military-related products."
Hearing Meng Hao praise him as a pure businessman.
Jarvis was quite pleased.
Clearly.
Although he couldn't understand why Meng Hao would give up making money for the sake of so-called heritage, lineage, and national security.
He still chose to respect Meng Hao's decision.
"As for how I extracted the F35 fighter jet technology and applied it to our company's products…"
"Let's just say it's a trade secret. As a businessman, you can understand my predicament of not being able to reveal everything…"
"However, I can tell you that your country's technicians were too careless, leaving too many technological traces on the fighter jet's hull…"
Meng Hao was quite cunning.
He directly followed Jarvis's lead, passing off the black technology he exchanged from the system as technology extracted from the F35's scrapped hull.
Hmm.
For Jarvis, who was driven by money.
He would definitely sell this information to the military for a good price.
As for whether the US military would engage in a farce of self-investigation and self-correction was not Meng Hao's concern.
"Ultimately, I am truly grateful to you for selling me the F35 fighter jet hull."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to make so much money by extracting the technology!"
Meng Hao smiled and raised his teacup, making a gesture of toasting Jarvis with tea instead of wine.
Heh heh.
Meng Hao continued to stir the pot.
It wouldn't be over until the US military was thoroughly annoyed.
Meanwhile, Jarvis wore a look of regret.
Of course.
It was not out of consideration for the US military.
Most likely, it was because he felt he had sold the scrapped fighter jet hull too cheaply before.
"Although I advocate for win-win situations and am happy to see my customers make money with my products…"
"But, to be honest, my dear Meng, I really feel I undersold it…"
"I should have sold it for more…"
See.
This is a pure businessman.
He never hides anything, and when it comes to financial interests, he always states it directly.
"However."
"My dear Meng."
"To compensate for my loss, if you ever need foreign distributors, please consider me!"
Meng Hao nodded.
He chuckled.
Noncommittally.
…
After waiting for about half an hour.
Mr. De Vries finally arrived in a hurry.
It was quite clear.
Not only was this Mr. De Vries not as close to Jarvis as he claimed, but he didn't possess even a shred of the "aristocratic demeanor" that Jarvis had boasted about.
Messy yellow hair, a unshaven face, and eyes clearly dulled by days of drinking and debauchery lacked any spirit.
A plaid shirt, floral pants, and flip-flops.
If Jarvis hadn't personally gone to greet him, the hotel doorman might not have let him in.
However.
This Mr. De Vries, who wouldn't make a ripple in the vast ocean of foreigners, was much more casual than Jarvis.
"Oh! Damn it, Jarvis…"
"I was drinking all night yesterday, and I finally found someone with a similar taste, and we messed around all night…"
"Do you know how boring it is when the board goes to hold meetings in the US and leaves me here to guard the warehouse…"
De Vries was quite sociable.
He directly picked up the half-finished floral tea cup Meng Hao had placed aside and took a few large gulps.
Hmm.
It was evident.
He had indeed drunk a lot last night.
"Who is this Asian guy?"
"He's quite handsome, interested in chatting?"
"I know a good bar, we can have some drinks together tonight, and then stay there to deepen our relationship!"
Huh?
What's going on?
So the companion Mr. De Vries found last night was a man.
However.
It was said that in the Henan country, where the pornography industry is extremely developed, there are many homosexuals!
That is, the "rabbit boys" or "dragon-yang affection" mentioned in Da Xia!
Meng Hao coughed twice.
He completely gave up on the idea of retrieving the floral tea glass from Mr. De Vries.
Who knew if this indiscriminate, omnisexual fellow had any strange venereal diseases.
"Hello."
"Mr. De Vries."
"My name is Meng Hao, from Da Xia. I have come to Hawaii City this time to discuss the purchase of a lithography machine with you."
What?
Someone from Da Xia?
Wants to discuss the acquisition of a lithography machine?
De Vries's drunkenness instantly cleared. He stared at Meng Hao with his hazy, drunken eyes as if he had seen a ghost!