13: Chapter 13 One hundred million per unit! Plus, nationwide scrap metal recycling rights!
"What?"
When Lin Mo stated the condition of "nationwide scrap vehicle metal recycling rights," Zhao Zhenhua thought he was hallucinating.
The group of agents behind him also looked bewildered.
Sc... scrap metal?
Mr. Lin, do you have some misunderstanding of the word "remuneration"?
We were mentally prepared for you to propose outrageous conditions like "another 100,000 points of National Fortune" or "have us go find an ancient artifact."
And yet...
You just want a pile of unwanted scrap metal?
This feeling is like holding an ancestral peerless jade, wanting to trade it for the Imperial Jade Seal.
But the other party says, take the Imperial Jade Seal, just clean up the trash in your backyard for me.
This is no longer just a pie falling from the sky.
This is a full Manchu-Han Feast falling from the sky, complete with a five-star chef service!
"Mr. Lin, are... are you sure?"
Zhao Zhenhua's throat felt dry; he even wondered if Lin Mo was using this method to test their sincerity.
"I am sure."
There was not a hint of joking in Lin Mo's expression.
"I need a large amount of metal, various types of metal. Instead of having you struggle to mine ores and smelt them for purification, it's better to directly recycle what is already available, saving time and effort."
"Of course, it will be recycled in my way."
Lin Mo added.
Zhao Zhenhua's brain raced, trying to understand the deeper logic behind Lin Mo's behavior.
Could it be... that Mr. Lin has mastered some kind of alchemy that turns stone into gold? Can he turn scrap metal into superalloys?
Or is it that his system needs to devour these mundane metals to convert them into energy for manufacturing black-tech products?
He couldn't figure it out! Absolutely couldn't figure it out!
But Zhao Zhenhua was very clear about one thing—when your level of cognition is not on the same dimension as the other party, your best choice is to stop thinking and choose to believe!
"No problem!"
Zhao Zhenhua didn't even think about it, making the decision on the spot, fearing that Lin Mo would change his mind the next second.
"Forget about nationwide scrap vehicles! Every scrap metal recycling station in the country, all the waste metal, as long as you want it, we will haul it to you immediately!"
"As for money, 100 million each, we'll order... we'll order 100 units first!"
"As for the recycling rights, I will apply for the highest-level administrative approval from above right now! I guarantee that within three days, all waste metal in the country will be your private property!"
Zhao Zhenhua's tone was full of unquestionable decisiveness!
In his view, this was simply the biggest bargain the Dragon Kingdom had ever gotten since its founding!
Trading a pile of unwanted trash for 100 "Phantom" assault vehicles capable of subverting future warfare!
This deal, even if done with eyes closed, would be an absolute steal!
"Very good, happy cooperation."
Lin Mo nodded with satisfaction.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Zhao Zhenhua that although the [Everything Can Be Bought System] could create things out of thin air, manufacturing these era-transcending items still required consuming massive amounts of basic materials.
The previous small-scale commodities were fine; generating them out of thin air was enough.
But now, to start mass-producing big guys of the "Phantom" level, and even preparing for the future "Sky Screen System," the system had already prompted that a huge amount of "material base points" were needed as anchors.
Put simply, it just needed raw materials.
And on the entire Blue Star, what could be more suitable as raw materials than the massive amounts of metal waste produced by human industrial civilization?
This was his "equivalent exchange."
Using the "trash" you produce to create "miracles" for you.
A perfect closed loop.
...
Half an hour later.
The alley returned to calm.
Those three "Phantom" assault vehicles, along with the "Quantum Crystal Molecular Printer," had been carefully transported away by the people from The Ninth Division of the Ministry of State Security using the most rigorous methods.
Zhao Zhenhua had staked almost all of his credibility, reporting everything that happened today at the highest-level meeting.
When that blurry video of the "Phantom" assault vehicle flying at supersonic speeds over the city, recorded by an agent at the risk of their life, and that simulated recording of AI Xiao Ling, which could be called a "mental nuclear bomb," were played...
The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.
"Agreed!"
"Immediately! Right now! Satisfy all of Mr. Lin's requirements!"
"Regarding the waste metal recycling rights, establish the highest-level 'Dragon Abyss Project'! Mobilize the power of the whole nation to cooperate with Mr. Lin! Anyone who dares to obstruct this will be treated as guilty of treason!"
One supreme directive after another, with unprecedented speed, spread from that red heart to all parts of the country!
The entire Dragon Kingdom, this massive state machine, began to operate frantically for Lin Mo's seemingly absurd request!
No one questioned it.
And no one dared to question it.
After witnessing the miracle of "Lighting Up the Great Wall," any of Lin Mo's requests, in their view, contained deep meanings that mortals could not understand.
Meanwhile.
In the suburbs of Jiangnan City, inside a top-secret underground base.
Zhao Zhenhua and a few of his most elite subordinates were surrounding a newly arrived "Phantom" assault vehicle, their eyes fanatical, as if they were surrounding a sacred sacrificial offering.
"Boss, do we really... have to try it again?"
A young agent, looking at the smooth black shell, couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
"Nonsense!"
Zhao Zhenhua glared at him, although his own legs were still trembling slightly.
"This time, we're going to the no-man's-land! I want to personally test its extreme performance!"
"I want to see how fast it can fly! How high!"
As he spoke, he took a deep breath and sat back into the cockpit that made him both love and fear it.
Only this time, he had learned his lesson and only pushed the energy throttle forward... by 0.1 millimeters.
"Hum—"
The black "Phantom" rose into the air silently, turning into a stream of light, shooting toward the distant horizon.
None of them noticed.
Tens of thousands of meters high in the sky, a satellite shimmering with cold light had its multi-spectral lens locked tightly onto this suddenly appearing... unidentified flying object.