108: Your Highness, you may proceed to inspect the goods.

What they didn't know was that in just two days, a sales storm had already swept through the wealthy class of Bolivia.

"Boss, the data is out!"

Santiago rushed into David's office with a report, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Two days!"

He held up two fingers.

"Five thousand players! Nearly twenty thousand discs!"

David held his coffee, his expression calm, only the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

"As expected."

Santiago still found it unbelievable.

"But... the price is $2,699! That's almost the income of an ordinary person for several years! I was worried that..."

"What are you worried about?" David set down his coffee cup and looked at him amusedly. "Worried that the poor can't afford it?"

"This country has no shortage of rich people."

"Our target, from the very beginning, was never the common people who worry about food and clothing."

David tapped his finger lightly on the desk.

"What we are doing is harvesting the wealth of the tycoons, politicians, and their families who stand at the top of the pyramid."

"For them, is $2,699 even considered money?"

"That's just the price of one of their dinners, or a bottle of wine."

"We aren't selling a player; we are selling a status, a sense of superiority from being the first to enjoy the world's latest technology."

Santiago suddenly understood and was thoroughly convinced.

The boss's vision could always penetrate the market fog and strike straight to the core.

"Bolivia is just an appetizer." David's gaze turned north.

"The real battlefield is in Eagle-land."

He pushed a plan that had been prepared long ago across the desk.

"Contact Walmart, and several other large retailers."

"Tell them our supply price is $2,300 per unit."

"The suggested retail price must not exceed $2,800."

"Also," David's mouth curved into an amused arc, "I've already found the advertising spokesperson."

Santiago leaned in curiously, and when he saw the name on the plan, his eyes nearly popped out.

"Michael Jackson?!"

"My God! Boss, how did you manage to hire him?!"

"With money, and with this." David pointed to the DVD player on the desk. "No one can refuse the dawn of a new era."

December 10th.

Accompanied by Michael Jackson's dynamic dance moves and penetrating singing voice.

The advertisement for the Galaxy One DVD flooded the golden prime-time slots of all major television stations in Eagle-land.

In the commercial, Michael held a small DVD disc and flashed his signature smile at the camera.

"A brand new audio-visual era, brought to you."

The entire consumer market in Eagle-land was instantly ignited!

Long queues formed outside Walmart and Best Buy stores in major cities.

Countless people waved cash, just to be the first to own that futuristic machine shown in the advertisement.

The first month's sales report was released.

Eight hundred thousand players! Four million discs!

Total sales exceeded two billion US dollars!

All of Hollywood went crazy!

The representatives from the film companies who had previously been disgruntled about the profit-sharing ratios were now green with regret.

They looked at the astronomical sums that had suddenly appeared in their company accounts.

Thinking back to the mountains of VHS tapes piled up in their warehouses, they finally understood.

David had not been exaggerating.

He truly created a gold mine!

A massive gold mine capable of making everyone rich!

Just as David was stirring up the global entertainment market, a call from the Middle East came through to his private cell phone.

"Boss."

On the other end of the line was Jameson's steady voice.

"The Najran Military Base has been completed, meeting the highest standards."

"The The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is very satisfied."

"Just now, the final payment of fifty billion US dollars has been transferred to our account."

David leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the night view outside the window.

"Got it."

His tone was calm and flat, as if it were five hundred dollars, not fifty billion.

"Tell Prince Sultan to have his people temporarily evacuate the core area of the base."

"Tonight, I will deliver what they want."

"Understood."

Hanging up the phone, David slowly stood up.

The night was deep. He stood alone in the center of the office and closed his eyes.

The interface of the great nation manufacturing system unfolded in his mind.

Coordinates locked: The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, Najran Military Base.

Manifestation List: Leopard 2 Main Battle Tanks, 300 units.

BM270 'Hurricane' Multiple Launch Rocket System, 500 sets.

The last item on the list was a name that made all major powers around the world wary.

R-36M Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, and its supporting silo equipment.

"Begin manifestation."

David issued the command.

Meanwhile, far away in the desert interior of the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.

Deep in the night at the Najran Military Base, everything was silent.

In the empty underground hangar and on the ground apron, the air began to distort in ways barely perceptible to the naked eye.

Leopard 2 tanks covered in desert camouflage.

Appeared out of thin air, neatly arranged in a steel formation, their cannons raised, pointing toward the sky.

Following them were the BM270 rocket launchers, towering like a forest, their massive launch tubes exuding a chilling coldness.

The most shocking sight was deep within the base: the massive underground launch silo, specially reinforced to receive the "Pillar of the Nation."

A colossal object, completely black and radiating an aura of destruction, silently materialized on the launch stand.

R-36M!

When the first ray of dawn lit up the desert, Prince Sultan received a call from Jameson.

"Your Highness the Prince, you may now inspect the goods."

Sultan sprang out of bed and rushed toward the King's sleeping quarters at top speed.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"He did it!!"

King Fahd was woken up and was about to get angry, but he was stunned by the ecstatic expression on Prince Sultan's face.

"Did what?"

"The goods! The second batch of goods! They've arrived!"

Half an hour later, two 'Black Hawk' helicopters roared down onto the Najran Base.

When King Fahd and Prince Sultan stepped off the helicopter and saw the iron forest before them.

The breathing of the two pampered royal family members instantly stopped.

Under the sunlight, the military formation composed of three hundred tanks and five hundred rocket launchers stretched as far as the eye could see, radiating a murderous aura!

"Allah is Great..." Prince Sultan muttered, trembling with excitement.

King Fahd quickly stepped forward, reaching out a trembling hand to caress the cold armor of a Leopard 2 Tank.

This was the true heavy weapon of the nation!

This was the confidence that would allow the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to stand tall in this land where the strong prey on the weak!

"Your Majesty, please follow me."

A base official respectfully led them toward the underground launch silo.

When the heavy alloy door slowly opened.

When that black missile, standing silently at the bottom of the silo, looking like an ancient behemoth in slumber, came into view.

King Fahd, the ruler of the nation, could no longer remain composed.

His eyes wide, his lips trembling, he pointed at the missile, too excited to speak.

This was the ultimate trump card that would force any enemy to weigh the consequences before making a move!

After a long time, he slowly let out a breath, turned to Sultan, and spoke with unprecedented seriousness:

"Mr. David, from today onward, you are the most respected and irreplaceable friend of our The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia!"

Jameson watched them, a perfectly timed smile playing on his lips.

He waited until their emotions had slightly calmed down before speaking unhurriedly.