"Conscription? Now?" Cat was startled. He never expected that Fu Ming would suddenly raise this question. "If there are not enough people, we can't go through such trouble!"
"It's just because there are not enough people that we have to go through this trouble. Dr. Harry Crowder's satellite project has also been put online. Urgent construction is under way in Xinjiang, but the launch will have to wait until the three-core heavy industry is completed. I still need five thousand
People, come little by little." Fu Ming stood in front of his Hongqi car, took out a cigarette, and sat down on the front hood of the car.
"Boss, we don't have enough money! The tri-core heavy industry, the satellite project, and the mass production experiments of general-purpose humanoid combat mechas have just ended the air strikes of the Sar country. We still need to take a breath. The company can't turn over now. Don't say it is
Five thousand people, even one thousand people, are just one head and one mouth, and they need money for food, clothing, housing and transportation!" Cat frowned. The company's financial situation is not optimistic now. The arms business is sluggish and prices are unstable. It only relies on this capital accumulation.
It is very slow in itself, and Fu's Trading and Transportation Company has no other sources of income. Just relying on the cooperation with Qianli Group, the money is not enough to fill the gap.
"The Xiaolong fighter jet also needs to be modified and produced. What should I do if it can't be sold?" Cat said in a low voice, "It's better to push this matter back and see if we can find a partner like a local tycoon..."
"This depends on you!" Fu Ming touched his head, exhaled the last puff of smoke, threw away the cigarette butt and got into the car. "Your intelligence sources have become stable now. It is best to find cooperation from the Arab region.
Partner, get a few oil wells back, produce them for your own use, and also export them. In addition, nuclear power also needs this support." Fu Ming thought in his heart, he didn't want to see the nuclear fuel supply after mass production of future general-purpose humanoid combat mechas.
We also need to import it so that it can be used by future nuclear-powered submarines and nuclear-powered aircraft carriers.
"I know, I'll start investigating right now." Cat agreed and hung up the phone.
Fu Ming started the car, and the wheels turned slowly. Before starting, he heard a bang from behind and the vehicle shook. Fu Ming looked back in confusion and saw that it was a domestic car that hit the butt of the Hongqi sedan.
Up. A girl got out of the car. She touched her head and kept mumbling, "Isn't it the brake? Why did you change the accelerator..." She looked at Fu Ming's Hongqi car, and then looked frustrated.
The car looks like it's worth a lot of money.
Fu Ming sighed and walked up to the girl. "Newbie?" He looked at the girl's fair skin and delicate facial features, as if she were a woman in an oil painting. The simple business attire highlighted this woman's special temperament.
She is only twenty-three or four years old, looks like a little girl, and looks very cute.
The girl looked at the young man in front of her and smiled sheepishly. "I'm really sorry... your car is very expensive. I hope you bought insurance. I can't afford it."
Fu Ming bent down to check the scratches. They were not very obvious. The speed of the collision just now was not fast. "Forget it, I will handle it myself." In fact, such a small matter can be handled by the car repairman in the company.
No compensation is required.
"Really?" The girl looked very happy. If she really had to lose money, her salary for several months wouldn't be enough. "Thank you so much. I'm a newbie and can't drive..." The girl rummaged through her bag and checked it out from inside.
He took out a business card and said, "My name is Su Xuan. Treating you to a meal is a way of saying sorry. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future..."
"No need..." Fu Ming quickly waved his hand and shook his head. He was afraid that this girl would want to hit her again in the future. Fu Ming didn't want to run into her again. However, he still took the business card and looked at the information on it. "Lawyer
ah……"
"Come on, I'll treat you to a meal!" Su Xuan pulled Fu Ming and walked into the cafe. Fu Ming was stunned. This was too enthusiastic! The waiter in the cafe looked at Fu Ming in surprise. Fu Ming
I just left the coffee shop ten minutes ago, why are you back again?
"Sir, did you leave your things here?" The waiter came over with a smile.
"No..." Fu Ming scratched his head, turned to Su Xuan and said, "Miss Su, I have eaten..."
Su Xuan patted her head and realized that it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. She had just finished her work and thought it was noon. "Well... I'm sorry." She stuck out her tongue, "Another day, I'm really too busy to faint."
"Then I'll leave first. Be careful when driving next time." Fu Ming said nothing and walked quickly to the door.
"You haven't told me your name yet!" Su Xuan seemed to have remembered something and shouted softly.
"My name is Fu Ming." Fu Ming walked out of the door without looking back. As soon as he walked out, he crumpled the business card into a small ball of paper and threw it out. Half an hour later, he drove back to the villa, along with Lin Jianping and
Zhang Lu was also in Fu Ming's villa at this time, checking some company information. Fu Ming sat on the sofa with a tired face, and Zeng Xiaoting immediately brought a cup of hot tea, "I'm exhausted."
"It's okay." Fu Ming smiled, held Zeng Xiaoting's hand, and threw the car key to Mo Bing, who was on duty. "The car was scratched, let's repair it." He leaned his back on the sofa.
"Money, money, money, money for everything..."
Mo Bing smiled helplessly, "Repairing a car also costs money!"
"That's not the problem..." Fu Ming rubbed his head, still worried about what he said on the cat phone just now. "Oh, by the way, I will go to Paris in two days, Xiaoting, you can stay at home. Mo Bing, please keep the safety
Call everyone in the army back."
"Are you really going to see Mori?" Mary walked out of the house and was surprised when she heard what Fu Ming said. "You are looking for death!"
"The plan is very thorough. I also want to meet this mortal enemy." Fu Ming has no illusions about Mori. It would be good to meet him to see what he is like now and to get to know his enemy. He doesn't think that he is
Will die in Paris.
"They are all at the training ground. The weather is not bad. They are conducting escort training outdoors." Mo Bing nodded, "I will tell you."
Fu Ming closed his eyes. Just after taking a rest, his phone vibrated. He didn't open his eyes to look. Anyway, the phone number was registered with his own identity information. Not many people knew about it, so confidentiality measures were taken.
well done.
"Mr. Fu, it's not easy to find your number."
Fu Ming frowned as he listened to the girl's voice on the phone. He didn't recognize the voice, but he seemed to have heard it somewhere. He suddenly remembered that an hour ago, his car hit him at the door of the coffee shop.
That female lawyer!
"Uh, Miss Su..." Fu Ming frowned. Zeng Xiaoting was still looking at him. He quickly walked aside awkwardly and whispered to the window. "How did you get my phone number?"
"As a lawyer...don't worry about these details. How about I treat you to dinner tonight? Come over. You decide the place. But you must come. I feel bad about scratching your car." Su Xuan laughed.
When she walked out of the coffee shop, she picked up her business card on the ground. As soon as she thought about it, she knew that Fu Ming had thrown it away. She had a good impression of this generous man. Since Fu Ming would not take the initiative to contact her, she would take the initiative.
Just contact him. Thinking of this, Su Xuan was a little angry again. Is this man out of his mind? A woman took the initiative to leave her contact information and actually threw it away.
Fu Ming's head was full of black threads, and his contact information was exposed. It seemed that he couldn't escape this meal. He would go there once and treat it as a farewell to his trip to Paris. "You decide the time and place.
I don’t go out much, and I’m not a native of the Imperial Capital.”
"Okay, I'll find a place and contact you via text message!" Su Xuan hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Zeng Xiaoting heard something was wrong with Fu Ming's tone and hurriedly stepped forward and asked.
"It's nothing, I won't go home for dinner." Suddenly, Fu Ming felt that something was wrong with this matter, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. "Let Cat and Coco pay attention to rest."
"Oh, by the way, Coco asked me to tell you that she will return to China tomorrow. After being here for so many days, the Heike Indias Group is a little overwhelmed." Zeng Xiaoting nodded, "Oh, she will leave tomorrow. You
Can’t you stay with her at home tonight?”
Fu Ming was startled. He didn't expect that this little girl would actually feel sorry for Coco. "It's not like I won't be able to see it in the future. I can fly over if I want to see it." He wandered around the room, "Where is Cariana?"
"This little girl doesn't like red makeup and loves weapons!" Mo Bing sighed, "I followed Xu Cheng and the others to the training ground early in the morning to touch guns."
Fu Ming shook his head helplessly. The school did not seem to be suitable for someone who had experienced war. "Let her go and be happy."
He walked into the bedroom and sat in front of the piano. When the others saw Fu Ming's posture, they knew that he had a lot of things on his mind. Even Zeng Xiaoting did not come forward to disturb her, and went to chat with Mary aside. Mo Bing
Fu Ming closed the door and turned on the TV.
Fu Ming lifted the lid of the piano, but his hand never came down. He was so distracted by all the miscellaneous things in his mind that playing a piece of music calmly became a luxury.
"Forget it, Irina Rhodes." Fu Ming pressed the keyboard, Chopin, Nocturne No. 1 in B flat minor, Rubinstein. "This song is for you. I'm sorry that I can't go to your funeral.
Maybe no one can understand the helplessness and pain you felt before leaving, but someone will feel sorry for you, my friend. Have a safe journey." Fu Ming played the song and ignored the cell phone that was thrown on the bed.
The phone vibrated for a few times and then stopped. Fu Ming knew it was a text message, but Fu Ming did not check it immediately. He did not want anything to disturb the gift to Irina, which was the last gift.
The sender of the text message is cat, and the content of the text message is only a short sentence.
"Marie Antoinette. Head of the Mosquito Killer Group."