118: Chapter 0118 Discussing Military Procurement

Li Size was stunned, then a flash of pleasant surprise crossed his eyes. He took the envelope, confirmed the military seal on the wax, and turned to raise an eyebrow at Felina:

"It seems our troubles aren't over yet, but an opportunity has also arrived."

Felina smiled and gave him a push:

"Go quickly, don't keep the officer waiting."

When Li Size drove to the factory, Major Hawke was standing by the little sorcerer donkey prototype, carefully examining the patterns on the brass nameplate of the chassis.

The workshop roared with machinery, and the pale blue glow of sorcery crystals flowed between the metal racks. Li Size stepped forward quickly and extended his hand:

"Major Hawke, sorry to keep you waiting.

You seem very interested in the construction of the little sorcerer donkey?"

Hawke turned around, his military boots making a dull thud on the concrete floor. He shook Li Size's hand, his knuckles as strong as iron pincers:

"Mr. Li Size, let's get straight to the point.

The military needs a large quantity of sorcerer donkeys and witchcraft motorcycles for border patrols."

He pulled a document from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Li Size.

"But we know the De Kela Si Merchant Guild is cutting off your raw Materials supply chain. The military can coordinate the supply of brass and crystals from hidden mines.

We can even provide limited support in the future that does not violate the laws of the Duchy.

This is very important for you right now!"

Such an opening made Li Size's smile freeze on his lips. Unconsciously glancing at the military emblem on the document, he felt the other party was trying to take advantage of his misfortune.

He looked up at Hawke, whose eyes flickered with a sharp, inquisitive look:

"The conditions?"

Hawke leaned against the machine, arms crossed:

"The unit price must be close to the cost price:

Sixteen silver coins for each little sorcerer donkey, and eighty-five silver coins for each motorcycle.

This is the price the military can offer, and it's also your only chance to break free from Dekerus."

Li Size's fingers tapped on the edge of the table, and the sound of gears turning in the workshop seemed to slow down for a moment.

He understood Hawke's plan:

The suppression from Dekerus had brought the factory to the brink of a supply cutoff. The military's support was a life-saving straw, but this price was almost profitless.

He took a deep breath and drew a circle on the edge of the document with a pen:

"Major, your 'support' sounds more like extortion.

First of all, this price is absolutely impossible. It's lower than my cost; I'd lose everything.

But I am willing to contribute to the Duchy. Twenty-two silver coins for each little sorcerer donkey, and one hundred silver coins for each witchcraft motorcycle. This is the lowest I can accept. After all, the factory has to support three hundred workers.

Additionally, I have design blueprints for an upgraded witchcraft motorcycle. If you're interested, we can discuss the price further.

Meanwhile, corresponding to this price, I need the military to issue a formal procurement contract for a period of at least five years.

And it must be an exclusive supply. Regardless of whether I authorize others with the intellectual property rights, you can only procure from me.

Finally, I need your support to deal with the upcoming suppression from Dekerus.

I hope you can provide support when I need it, such as certain Materials, information disclosure, and so on!"

Hawke raised an eyebrow and took a pocket watch from his pocket to check the time:

"Mr. Li Size, you don't have the capital to bargain.

Dekerus's next round of suppression will arrive tomorrow."

Li Size suddenly smiled, the curve of his eyes carrying a hint of confidence...

He turned and walked toward the witchcraft motorcycle named "Blue Star" outside. The body featured a matte deep blue streamlined design, with lines as sharp as a diving falcon.

Ancient patterns of the wind element were engraved on the mysterious sorcery alloy wheels, and the crystal core at the front glowed with a faint blue light.

He pressed his fingertip on the start button next to the core, and pale blue light patterns instantly surged through the body like an electric current. The wind duct thrusters on both sides let out a low roar.

A wisp of green flame slowly emerged, the ground even vibrated slightly, and a fine blue light flickered around the edges of the tires:

"Perhaps you'd like to see our latest product: Blue Star.

Its performance will definitely exceed your imagination."

For these soldiers who spent all year running through mountains and borders, the attraction of the Blue Star was simply fatal:

Its acceleration from zero to a hundred kilometers per hour took only 0.5 seconds. It was lightweight and convenient, reaching a terrifying speed of three hundred kilometers per hour.

Such extreme speed and practicality were exactly the battlefield Sharp Weapons the military desperately needed.

After the demonstration, Hawke's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face flushed red with excitement and tension:

The strong wind kicked up by the Blue Star's tail flame as it cut through the air almost blew off his military cap. That extreme speed, Breakthrough the physical limits, made the blood in his chest boil.

He unconsciously leaned forward, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his palms actually began to sweat:

"Oh! By the Council!...

This speed is simply insane!"

He had completely fallen in love with this thrilling sensation of speed, as if he were riding the motorcycle himself, breaking through the mist of the border. His previous stubborn insistence on the price began to waver in the face of this ultimate performance.

Immediately after, Li Size took out the "winds kiss" that had been sealed away. Its metal casing glinted with a cold luster. Hawke's gaze was instantly drawn to it, his whole body trembling with the urge to touch the gun.

Li Size introduced:

"witchcraft firearms 'winds kiss', normal attack 2.67 power level, with special warheads, it can reach a 4.7 power level attack.

I can develop an automated production line for it within five years, and the cost will drop by at least another 30%. Perhaps we should establish a closer relationship sooner!"

In reality, it wouldn't take five years at all. Li Size intended to upgrade his sorcery machine tool manufacturing technology (Zero Ring) to the Great Master level within this year. Perhaps then he could create the machine tool he envisioned.

Even if it didn't work, he could spend a huge amount of gold coins to optimize it; it would surely meet the requirements for automated production of the winds kiss.

However, this was a business negotiation. Li Size stretched the timeline longer to heighten the other party's expectations.

Hawke gasped when he heard the power level data, quickly calculating in his mind:

A 4.7 power level was enough to instantly kill Knight Rank experts, and it was also fatal to low-to-mid-tier ordinary Wizard Apprentices. This would be a dimensional strike against those hostile forces at the border.

The low-cost mass production of the witchcraft firearms "winds kiss" became the final straw that completely crushed Hawke's psychological defenses.

He thought of the shock the Blue Star motorcycle had just brought, and then of how many casualties the "winds kiss" could reduce for the front-line soldiers. His mental defenses collapsed.

His previous tough posture vanished without a trace, replaced by an extreme desire for these cutting-edge weapons!

The military needed them!

More than ever!

He gritted his teeth, realizing he simply couldn't refuse such a temptation. Although Li Size's quote exceeded expectations, the strategic value brought by these products was far beyond what money could measure.

Hawke took a deep breath, the hesitation in his eyes completely disappearing, leaving only a fascination with the performance and an urgency for cooperation.

Hawke's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he tightly gripped his pocket watch chain, the cold metal pressing painfully into his palm...

But he had to suppress his fanaticism for the Blue Star and winds kiss; every silver coin concerned the military's budget bottom line.