Crossing through time 04, I blew up the American aircraft carrier.

Dongfang, Qingdao, Zhonggang Building.

Inside the Middle East import and export trading company, Zhao Ergang sat in a large swivel chair, with his legs propped up on the computer desk, his gaze wandering.

"Ergang, you're finally out!" Zhang Hongguang exclaimed with relief. "The police didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

"Of course not. We're doing legitimate business. Fertilizer and sugar are consumer goods, and we're doing it to help our country export and earn foreign exchange. They couldn't find any evidence, so they had to let me go."

Zhao Ergang appeared calm on the surface, but he was also somewhat moved inside.

Those police officers were trying to trick me in all sorts of ways. If I were to reveal that I knew about things like the Hell Cannon, I would probably spend the rest of my life in prison.

Anyway, they're sticking to the fact that it's a civilian product! In the end, they'll have to release me, and my business won't even be hindered; it can still be exported!

"So... shall we continue doing this in the future?"

Two deals, two trips to jail—he made a lot of money, but…the risks were just too high, weren't they?

"Of course I won't do it!" Zhao Ergang was filled with rage as he thought of the psychological trauma he had suffered inside.

He suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the brightly lit metropolis.

"Even if I, Zhao Ergang, starve to death, or jump off this cliff, I will never do business with the Egyptian Pharaoh!"

Cough!

Just then, a familiar voice came from the computer. He turned his head and looked at the bottom right corner of the computer screen, where that damned Egyptian pharaoh icon was flashing again.

Turn it off, close QQ now!

The Egyptian pharaoh was definitely doing it on purpose. He had just returned and his computer had been on for less than five minutes when he logged on!

Wait, we can't turn it off, we have to give this Egyptian Pharaoh a good scolding!

With this in mind, he opened the chat window.

Then, new orders appeared on the screen.

One thousand 125cc motorcycle engines, three thousand meters of PVC pipes...

"These things... don't seem to be suitable for military use, do they?" Zhao Ergang asked.

Zhang Hongguang frowned: "Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible. What can a motorcycle engine do? And these PVC pipes are even less useful... You need steel pipes to make rockets."

"If I remember correctly, this kind of motorcycle engine costs about a thousand dollars, and they quoted us three hundred dollars, so we can make double the profit. The PVC pipes are about the same. This business..."

Zhao Ergang's eyes darted around, and finally... he gritted his teeth: "Business delivered to our doorstep, we have to take it!"

The food is so delicious, why not eat it? If the police come looking for trouble again, I'll just go back in. It's a waste not to make money!

"Okay, I'll contact the supplier right away!"

"Let's hire a few more college graduates; our company needs to expand!"

"Great!" Zhang Hongguang said excitedly. "Can you hire female college students? I...I want to find a girlfriend."

"Look at you, so pathetic! What's a female college student? You can marry a female celebrity! These days, money can buy everything!"

"That's right!"

Zhang Hongguang's eyes were sparkling, and he had already fantasized about all sorts of big stars in his mind. Who should he marry?

Cough!

The message notification sounded again.

Zhao Ergang was beaming with excitement.

"Pharaoh of Egypt, you're like my own father! Whatever you ask for, I'll do it, even if it means going back to jail!"

With excitement, he saw the words on the screen and was immediately surprised.

This Egyptian pharaoh, let's go to the Department of Electronic Engineering at Hong Kong University of Science and Technology!

Is he a mind reader? We were just thinking about hiring, and he's already offering suggestions?

Wait, it's not hiring, it's investing?

In a remote Middle East, north of Saada in Yemen, in a border region, in an inconspicuous little village.

Hassan, in his drafty little house, pounded away on the keyboard, finally managing to settle the matter before letting out a sigh of relief.

Currently, the cost of drones remains high. If you want to use a drone that costs 9.9 yuan with free shipping, you have to rely on Dongfang!

Moreover, relying on his memories from his past life, investing in this guy now is a sure thing! After all, he's the founder of DJI! Even the Americans have to shout about sanctions while secretly purchasing DJI for their military!

Wang Tao was born in 1980. In 2001, he was admitted to the Department of Electronic Engineering at East China Normal University. After studying there for two years, he found it uninteresting and applied to even more prestigious universities such as Stanford and MIT. Unfortunately, he was rejected by both. In the end, he entered the Department of Electronic and Computer Engineering at Hong Kong University of Science and Technology.

During his undergraduate studies, he engaged in various research and development projects and participated in robotics competitions twice. While working on model airplanes, he not only crashed several of them, but the rotating propellers also injured him. As a result, he had a new direction: to make things that automatically control helicopter flight!

In 05, this was his graduation project. After that, he pursued a master's degree and chose to start his own business, aiming to develop the world's best drones. At that time, he was still targeting helicopters!

Now, give Dr. Booth his findings and see if he's interested!

Hong Kong University of Science and Technology.

A light rain was falling, and a young man was walking hurriedly on the campus road, holding an umbrella.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and black-rimmed glasses, looking quite refined. He was holding a stack of books in his left hand, and a scar was clearly visible on the back of his hand.

"Excuse me, are you Wang Tao?"

Hearing this, he stopped and saw two young men in suits whose demeanor... didn't seem like students, but more like hooligans.

"Who are you?"

"We're here to discuss cooperation with you," Zhao Ergang said with a broad smile.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Wang Tao didn't like Zhao Ergang and Zhang Hongguang, so he waved his hand, turned around, and left.

"We'll invest two million!"

Wang Tao stopped in his tracks. He had wanted to start his own business for a long time, but he lacked the funds. He never expected... that the other party could actually provide two million? Wait, could it be Zimbabwean currency?

"RMB?"

"No, dollars!"

Wang Tao's eyes widened; to him, this was an absolute fortune!

"Furthermore, we also have a drone flight control program!"

Flight control program! Wang Tao was even more stunned; this was exactly what he needed right now!

"You have money and skills, what do you need me for?"

"We're short-staffed!" Zhao Ergang said. "Wang Tao, a talented person like you, going to university is a waste! Look at Bill Gates, he started his business before graduating from university. Don't you want to be like him and start your own business?"

"Are you sure you want me to start a business with you, and not just work for you?"

"Of course, it's starting a business! We'll provide the capital and technology, taking 80% of the shares, and you'll provide the personnel, taking 20% ​​of the shares. We'll partner up to establish DJI, specializing in drones!" Zhao Ergang recited the Egyptian pharaoh's words verbatim.