Chapter 400 Hell Capitalist

As soon as the gunfire rang out, Sean's bodyguards outside rushed in. Seeing that Sean was in control of the situation, they left the two of them behind and the others withdrew.

The two men were left to take out two handfuls of micro-powder directly from their arms, and their murderous eyes kept flashing across the faces of a group of researchers.

The look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person, which made people feel goosebumps all over their body.

Damn it, you’re crazy, wearing microflush when you go out!

…

What does it mean to be a master negotiator?

I, Sean Rockefeller, have never been involved in any negotiation that was unsuccessful over the years!

100% negotiation success rate, proud of the world!

Sean played with the gun in his hand. This is called convincing people with virtue!

From now on, the atmosphere in the conference room became tense and depressing, but the meeting progressed faster and became more efficient.

There is a reason why these researchers challenged Sean. It does not mean that those who do research must not understand the ways of the world.

The technology of the propeller fighter is too simple. As the young man said just now, this thing met the technical requirements 40 years ago. The so-called modernization is to apply new materials and at the same time improve the original fire control system, radar system, and night vision system.

The system is upgraded and some weapons are added.

The so-called fire control system and radar system upgrades also use old-fashioned technology due to cost control and application in places like Africa with excellent matching mechanisms...

As a result, the technology is too simple and has little research value. So, how can we reflect the value of researchers like them?

Why do useless people get such high wages?

If it has no value, how can we get funding for scientific research?

This is the same regardless of country. It is the same in every country. After funding is given, what is done in the specific laboratory, whether the person doing the experiment is a professor or a researcher, the leader...ah, outsiders know nothing.

Even if most of the money is spent on eating, drinking and having fun, they still have a way to balance the accounts and no one can see it.

Just come up with some scientific research results later.

Scientific research scammers can play with these things, not to mention these guys who have real materials themselves. If the angle of the wing changes slightly, as long as it is beneficial, you can apply for a patent. There are all kinds of things, and hundreds and eighty patents have been produced to play with.

Same.

As long as there are scientific research results, everyone can get dividends. American scientific researchers are not on death wages!

Scientific researchers are also human beings. They all live under the capitalist system and have to pay attention to the same interests. This is understandable.

To put it bluntly, it's a matter of one's butt that determines one's head, it's just profit-oriented.

System problems have led to products from the east to be simple, ordinary, and cheap, while American products must be exquisite, complex, and expensive.

If you don’t apply for several patents for a shape, you will be embarrassed to show it to people. What is ergonomics?

Of course, there is also the intention to deliberately create patent barriers. This is a win-win situation for scientific research and capital.

Capitalists have paid some benefits, and experts and scholars have endorsed it, so no one can find fault with it.

Let’s get back to business…

"Don't tell me things I don't understand. If you take my salary, you have to do a job for me." Sean put his finger on the trigger and shook it, and the pistol started spinning on the conference table.

Fortunately, the insurance was turned off, otherwise it would have been a Russian carousel.

But even so, it was frightening to watch.

"I make requests, and you make them come true for me. It's that simple. I only look at the results. Don't tell me how beautiful the process is. Then go to hell!"

“The requirements are: a maximum speed of 500 kilometers per hour, a cruising speed of 400 kilometers per hour, a stall speed of 140 kilometers per hour, a practical ceiling of 10,000 meters, a cruise time of not less than 8 hours, a range of 3,500, low fuel consumption, and as low a cost as possible.

"

Seeing that Sean did not continue, the project leader, Professor Spencer Winston, looked at each other and asked: "Is there anything else? For example, aircraft weight? Empty weight? Load? Maximum take-off weight? External weight?

Landing weight?”

"Leave space for installing other electronic equipment and space for hanging weapons. You can consider the weight yourself. I don't understand." Sean smiled and looked very kind.

If you don't have a pistol in your hand.

If there weren't two perverts holding microflush in the corner.

"Mr. Sean." Professor Spencer Winston tried his best to sound respectful, and then said: "Different mounting requirements depend on the length, area, strength, and load of the wing.

There are certain bottom line requirements for landing and takeoff weight, so..."

"Well, which one do you think is better, a 12.7mm machine gun or a 20mm machine gun?" Sean tilted his head and asked.

"Look at the weapon mix. Compared with the 12.7 mm caliber machine gun, the machine gun is only more advantageous in destroying light armored vehicles. But if the fighter is equipped with other ground weapons, such as anti-tank missiles, then there is no need to carry the machine gun.

.”

"You think those niggas who don't know how to read can control anti-tank missiles?" Sean asked in return.

Professor Spencer Winston was choked and speechless, "Then the machine gun."

"No, two 12.7 machine guns!" Sean's words stunned everyone present.

You said, if a nigger can't control an anti-tank missile, how can he destroy an armored vehicle?

Isn't this contradictory?

"What are you looking at? Just add a cannon. The cost is so low. How can I make money?" Sean rolled his eyes. "But the design must be based on the cannon. As an extended modification project, there will be a second charge."

Everyone: You can finally understand the methods of capitalists!

Sean looked complacent. As a capitalist, of course he would do whatever it takes to make money. This is a compliment!

"I understand what you mean. There must be room for design. Rockets and aerial bombs must be included. Other aspects must be reserved for cluster bombs, laser-guided bombs, anti-tank missiles, and even infrared air-to-air combat bombs.

design leeway.”

"This is a new platform. Our aircraft must be people-oriented. We can freely choose and match different customer groups according to customer needs, and we will not forcefully sell weapons systems that the other party does not need."

"The same applies to airborne electronic equipment. The original model will not include a thermal imaging night combat system. There is room for design. The thermal imaging system can be divided into levels according to customer needs."

"Well, the same goes for radars, and so does fire control systems. Oh, by the way, there are also infrared jamming bombs, camera equipment for reconnaissance aircraft, and airdrops for battlefield support."

As he said this, Sean clicked his tongue twice, with a sacred look on his face, "I am thinking about my customers. I save costs for my customers and do not care about my own profits. This is so damn kind!"

Everyone looked at Sean with a strange look, including the two murderous security guards, ah, if you hadn't mentioned the 12.7mm machine gun, we would have really fucking believed it!

The shamelessness of capitalists is vividly displayed!

The only difference was Bazell. Others only saw that Sean had bad intentions, and more specifically, they didn't understand it at all, but Bazell saw the sales tactics.

This is like buying a car. You have to plan well when you go there. A city scooter costs around 70,000 yuan. It is economical and easy to use. There is no need to pursue luxury. No matter how fast you start, it doesn't matter if you can race 180 kilometers. The red light is right there.

, the maximum speed is right there.

But actually when we arrived at the Fourth Son Store...it was already 70,000. Spending 5,000 more could add better configurations. The more we looked at it, the more dazzled it became. In the end, the damn 70,000 was not even enough for the down payment!

Sean's design will achieve similar results in time.

After Sean finished speaking about his requirements for the aircraft, Professor Spencer Winston nodded and said there was no problem. In fact, the maximum speed of the F6F Hellcat is more than 600 kilometers per hour. Sean's request is equivalent to reversing the course of history.

…

In terms of weapons, the F6F is equipped with six 12.7mm Browning M-2 machine guns in the wings, and later models have 20mm cannons. A 900kg bomb is mounted under the belly, and 6 rockets are mounted on the wings.

bomb.

Other aspects such as the maximum takeoff weight, practical ceiling, and minimum stall speed exceeded the requirements Sean just put forward.

Maximum range alone is not enough.

However, considering that there are better replacements for the engine, all materials are replaced by aluminum alloy, and the cabin cover is replaced by glass, which can greatly reduce the weight while maintaining strength, the maximum range should not be a problem.

so……

Don’t blame these scientific researchers for complaining, just use F6F and slightly modify it, change the materials, and add some electronic equipment and it will be fine!

Oh, no, I need to change it in a worse direction!

There is absolutely no room for improvement!

Professor Spencer Winston said that there was no problem at all in coming up with a preliminary design framework within three days.

Sean expressed his satisfaction and greatly praised Professor Spencer Winston and his team's work efficiency, calling it a mature team with combat effectiveness...

Both parties expressed their friendship and then said goodbye.

The technicians left the conference room and breathed a sigh of relief until they entered the elevator. Many people had cramps in their calves, especially the young man who had just been shot.

Damn, I have never held such an exciting seminar. I don’t know, I thought it was during World War II, and the person sitting on it was Hitler!

After everyone left, Bazel also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Sean with eyes full of envy.

He has dealt with this group of technicians a lot, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to deal with these people. Even though he is the president of the company, these guys will not give him any face when they are upset. It is light to yell and initiate.

If he gets angry, he dares to smash his office.

He has no solution at all, and technicians will not compete with him for power and profit. Anyone with skills has a temper. This is recognized by everyone, and the company relies on their inventions to ensure profits.

As long as they don't rebel, the directors will support them!

But look at it now, you don’t ask for anything anymore, your work efficiency is much higher, and you know that you have considered it for your employer’s father. Three months has been compressed into three days to get it done. Damn you, you bastard!

Of course, Bazel was just envious because he didn't dare to learn from Sean.

Draw a gun?

Guaranteed that the company’s board of directors will ask him to get out the next day!

In the final analysis, this group of technicians are only dealing with Sean once. They can't afford to offend him and can't afford to hide. They should finish the job quickly and get over it as soon as possible.

After a few more pleasantries with Sean, they agreed to see the results in three days, and after signing the formal contract, Bazelle also left.
To be continued...