I Have Become A Military Industry Boss And You Tell Me To Start School?

The smoke on the battlefield stopped. It wasn't that Ah San no longer had the strength to deal with Ba Tie, but that Ah San was afraid.

On the night when the tank reconnaissance troops retreated, Prime Minister Mori of Asan, who was far behind, issued a death order - all soldiers in the Asan position stopped testing the Pakistan Railway outpost on the opposite side, and the defense line was reduced by ten kilometers!

Don't underestimate the distance of ten kilometers. Ten kilometers completely gives Pakistan Railway a buffer zone, giving Pakistan Railway enough time to prepare before the opponent's armored forces arrive, and then give the opponent a head-on attack!

Mori was definitely unwilling, but he had no choice. The Asan tank must return to the rear, change its structure, and upgrade it.

If only external armor was installed, the Asan Shentan might just change from a crispy one-shot solution to a two-shot solution. So Mori decided to make fundamental changes, otherwise they would not be able to win the victory at all. Varied.

And with the work efficiency of the three men, it is impossible to complete these tasks in a short time. They can only temporarily shrink their positions to prevent the artillery from being threatened alone on the front line!

This can be said to be a de facto defeat!

At the same time, in the middle of the busiest street in Peshawar, in a prosperous, palace-like building, servants were constantly coming in and out.

This Mughal palace-style building, which is somewhat similar to the Taj Mahal, is the palace of the head of state of Pakistan. It is also an important place for some diplomatic activities of Pakistan. However, this time, he did not welcome the aristocratic children of any country. But a businessman.

"Boss, the adjutant of General Byam of Pakistan said today that they will increase the purchase of Barrett sniper rifles. They want to buy 30 more, and they also need 3,000 rounds of matching tungsten core armor-piercing bullets."

An Ran stood with a document in his hand and said to Chen Fang who was lying on the recliner.

"This is just a small business worth more than 30 million dollars. You can agree directly next time."

Chen Fang took off his sunglasses, looked at An Ran and smiled: "Also tell Ba Tie that I will give them to them directly without charging for the bullets."

An Ran had some doubts and astonishment in his eyes.

Tungsten-core armor-piercing bullets are still large-caliber 25mm, and their value is dozens of times that of ordinary bullets. In addition, the manufacturing of such bullets requires ultra-high craftsmanship, and their value is immeasurable.

The total of 3,000 rounds would cost several million Chinese coins!

In addition, Chen Fang asked what would happen if she was asked to agree directly next time. Is this assistant still responsible for picking up customers for the boss?

"What's wrong?" Chen Fang looked at An Ran and said, "Batie's economic strength is not good. I'm just helping the poor."

An Ran cursed for a while, and muttered: "How can you be so supportive? My family is so poor and I haven't seen you take the initiative to give me money!"

Chen Fang smiled, remembering the lame excuses An Ran gave when applying for the job.

At that time, she said that her family was poor, so she applied for the high-risk profession of Assistant Chen Fang.

"Whenever you behave well, such as taking the initiative to warm my bed or something, I will consider giving you a bonus." Chen Fang said, putting on his sunglasses again.

"Impossible!" An Ran said angrily.

Although An Ran was angry, she was still fulfilling her obligations, except for the warm blanket.

"The Chinese military has also placed an additional order for 100 Barrett War Gods this time, including matching bullets. The total amount is 100 million US dollars!"

An Ran deliberately emphasized the word "100 million", but did not notice any change in Chen Fang's expression.

"Stingy!" Chen Fang asked, looking at An Ran pointedly.

"The Chinese military is so petty that they only bought a hundred of them!"

"And don't think that I don't know what their plans are. They must be trying to copy my guns." He said carelessly, "It's a pity that their copycat guns can never compare to mine."

Copying is indeed a quick way to improve one's skills, but copycatting cannot solve all difficulties.

In fact, China has long passed the stage of copycats. The real limitation is the various manufacturing processes.

Just like the thrust of American fighter jet engines is large because their turbine blades are processed with higher precision and can withstand higher temperatures and higher speeds. The structure itself is not too complicated.

It is the same with sniper rifles and even all kinds of weapons. Accuracy is the key to limitation.

When it comes to accuracy, no one in the world has higher machining accuracy than the protagonist, because his equipment is replaced by the system, and the parts produced are all perfect standard parts.

An Ran vomited blood directly! No matter how you listen to Chen Fang's words, you feel like he is criticizing others.

"Then how much money can you make this time?" An Ran thought for a moment, and quickly used the question of money to round up her previous concern about the army.

Chen Fang thought for a while and said: "One hundred million, this kind of business is a bit boring."

An Ran had nothing to say, but if looks could kill, Chen Fang would have been killed by her hundreds of times.

"One hundred million is still less for you. You are truly an evil capitalist!"

Chen Fang snorted, "You underestimate the arms trade. There will be many such orders in the future!"

The two people were talking while the servants in the palace were busy around them.

The climate in Badie is relatively hot, and Chen Fang likes to bask in the sun. All the general managers sent people to bring dozens of large ice cubes to Chen Fang and put them next to him. They also had people bring the freshest fruits.

There was nothing he could do, he almost single-handedly solved the urgent need of the country of Pakistan, and the country of Pakistan now almost regarded him as a treasure.

At this time, Chen Ying no longer knew where she had gone to play. She might have found many servants to play the queen pretending game with her.

At this time, Dabai suddenly ran in from outside and said something to Chen Fang.

The corner of Chen Fang's mouth curled up.

The real big business is coming!

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