The Strongest Arms Dealer

Boston. Fenway.

This is located at the southern end of the city. It is very close to Chinatown, about three or four subway stations away. It is a little farther from the city center. The price here is also cheaper. There is also the home of the Boston Red Sox of Major League Baseball. , making people here obviously look tough, and you can see black people wearing Red Sox jerseys on the street.

And the name of Charlie's military factory is: "beasts (beasts

This name is really ugly, it's not as good as a book, some hot ones sound nice.

Maybe it has been notified in advance, there are seven or eight people waiting at the door, and they all look like skilled workers, they just wear glasses, and they look cute, and the clothes they wear look very old-fashioned.

When he saw the convoy arriving, the leading white man turned his head and yelled at the employees, then he ran over and yelled at Charlie, "Boss."

"Well, this is Dr. Phillips, who is also an honorary tutor at Boston University."

"Nice to meet you, Doctor." Charlie introduced the two to each other.

"Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Nicholas."

This Phillips is obviously not a very rigid researcher. His behavior is very comfortable, especially when he speaks, with the teacher's unique spring breeze.

"So have you been developing any weapons recently?"

Tang Dao asked with his hands behind his back. When he asked, Phillips silenced. He looked at Charlie. He couldn't tell this kind of business secrets. Hei waved his hand, "There's nothing we can't say."

Phillips breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied, "We are developing a self-defense pistol, and strive to make it as big as a wallet." He said and drew a pen, which was only about a dozen centimeters.

so small? !

Tang Dao became interested and motioned him to continue talking.

"Of course this is not for large-scale battlefields, but for the bodyguard industry. We named this one: SU-1! It can hold 5 rounds of bullets."

"Is there a finished product?"

"Of course." Phillips asked someone to get a finished product, and handed it to Tang Dao. This thing was put in a bag and could be zipped up, but it couldn't be taken out because it was stuck.

The market for such fixed and strong weapons is very small.

Seeing that Tang Dao stopped talking, Charlie and Phillips looked at each other, and finally the former spoke.

"Any insight, Mr. Nicholas?"

"Oh, I think this is a great idea. I'll buy 200 first." Tang Dao also learned to brag about business, but then again, this thing is really useful. Maybe it has a relatively small ammunition capacity, but it's definitely not hidden. This gun is also a rare weapon for bodyguards. He paused, "The security company under my name just needs this kind of weapon."

200, say too much is not too much, say less is not too much.

But this little money may not be important to Charlie, but it is a kind of recognition to Phillips.

"If this weapon is okay, I think, I'd be happy to be the seller." He smiled and handed the weapon back.

"Of course it's the best. We plan to mass-produce it after a while. At that time, I will trouble you." Charlie patted him on the shoulder and said, it's best to have someone to help, especially in Somalia, Africa This kind of Tang Dao dominates the war zone.

Collaboration is sometimes the best relationship.

This brought the two sides closer.

Charlie took Tang Dao to visit a lot. In fact, his military factory is not big. It can only be regarded as a small factory building, only about 2,000 square meters. What comes out is high-tech, but I can understand from side-by-side listening that this salary is not cheap. The design team headed by Dr. Phillips alone has to pay a salary of 900,000 US dollars a year. Cheap, because their personal relationship is relatively good, and the Longfellow family is also one of the trustees of Boston University.

One of the most important aspects of the revival of any civilization is that the salaries of technical talents are higher than those of ordinary society.

Of course, Mao Xiong is an exception. This guy has an assembly line model, with millions or even tens of millions of scientific and technological workers. No wonder these guys can go all over the world. (Kola Super Drill).

To a certain extent, Eagle Sauce could only look at Mao Xiong, wide-eyed and helpless.

After the salary of this kind of military personnel died, many technical personnel flooded into North America, which did not decrease but stimulated the market even more.

The benefits of arms trading are too great.

If it is directly involved in national defense construction, apart from reputation (because of protection needs), it includes money and power.

Therefore, a good military worker is worth a lot.

The only one who can let the chief designer of the helicopter sell ballpoint pen refills is Mao Xiong.

The family has been hanged for decades, and the family property has not been exhausted. After the separation, the second child has become the top three richest people in the world. However, the second child cannot be supported. In the end, he has to ask the boss to redistribute the family property. …Rubbish!

I walked around the factory for an hour and then withdrew.

The first sentence he said in the car almost surprised Charlie.

"Mr. Charlie, I want to invest in Boston. I don't know what preferential treatment the government can give me?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask the finance officer."

"I invested no less than 200 million US dollars!" Tang Dao stretched out two fingers, and the other party's words changed immediately, "I think I can help you, and I think the mayor is very willing to see someone develop in Boston. "

If you invest a few million, you may not like it, but no one can ignore the 200 million business investment.

Charlie paused, "I want to know what you plan to do in Boston?" Afraid that the other party would conceal it, he explained, "This will allow me to persuade some speculators in the parliament."

"I want to open a think tank and a military factory."

Charlie thought that his brain was good enough~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but who knew that the other party jumped faster, and almost failed to keep up. After realizing it, his brows were tightly frowned.

"I'm afraid your production license will not be approved. The government is very strict in investigating non-nationals engaged in this kind of industry."

"I will find a way to do this, but you must help me get the production license. Is it possible that I plan to invest so much money and it will not help at all?" Tang Dao spread his hands.

"I will report to Mr. Mayor."

"Then thank you very much. After my think tank is established, I can give your company free advice for three years."

Charlie seemed indifferent.

His company also has think tanks, but they are only offering opinions. He doesn't think Tang Dao's think tanks can do anything big.

Maybe it's just a hobby of the rich?

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