What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

Suleiman didn't understand why the East University student was speaking in such a cryptic way.

They promised to allocate the goods.

Since it's a distribution deal, it must be old, unsold equipment.

But!

Qin Ze took out a drone that Suleiman had always dreamed of.

It is important to understand that the nature of global warfare has undergone tremendous changes in the past three years.

One particularly significant point is that everyone has realized the power of drones.

Whether it was the battlefields in Eastern Europe or the Middle East, everyone could clearly see it.

Low-cost drones, after simple modifications, can play a decisive role.

It is very effective against both infantry and armored vehicles.

Unfortunately, even a small drone requires a massive industrial system to support it.

Small countries can manufacture drones, but their technological level lags behind that of drone superpowers like Tokyo University.

Suleiman has seen this very clearly these days.

The drones sold in the toy store on the second basement floor of Dongda Shopping Mall are about the same level as those produced in our own country.

And now.

The machine that Qin Ze took out was practically Suleiman's dream machine.

With a payload capacity of two kilograms, it can carry most types of ammunition, including armor-piercing rounds, which is sufficient to deal with ground armor.

Swarm-based wireless networking means that drones are intelligent enough to cope with modern warfare.

The suicidal basic design means that this aircraft can accommodate more tactical options.

Qin Ze actually used this kind of magical weapon, which is so closely aligned with the laws of modern warfare, for distribution?

Suleiman simply couldn't understand it.

Does this mean that the University of Tokyo's industrial capabilities have become this strong?

Are drones starting to become unsellable?

Whatever!

If you dare to let this stuff go unsold, I'll take it.

"Professor Qin, are eight units enough?"

"What if you're really in trouble?"

"It wouldn't hurt to allocate a few more."

Qin Ze's heart tightened: "This one isn't cheap either, it costs over ten thousand."

"Really? Then you can sell fifty units for every one car model!"

Suleiman beamed with joy.

The price of racing drones is usually around this level.

The University of Tokyo's FPS drone, in particular, has a worldwide reputation.

It's really not expensive.

The prince's casual remark completely stumped Qin Ze.

No!

I've already gone too far.

The cost of one unit is three thousand, but I asked him for ten thousand, and he even thanked me?

Am I clueless about money, or is he clueless about airplanes?

Isn't this just a regular drone with a larger weapons bay?

Even the richest dog doesn't have this.

Thinking about this, Qin Ze felt a little unwilling.

Fortunately.

Firefighting is a comprehensive project, and flying drones are not the end of the matter.

So he turned around and instructed Zhou Jiahao and Zhang Huan to work together: "Go and get the biggest one."

When he turned back to look at the prince again.

Qin Ze seemed to have made up his mind.

"Don't rush, Your Highness."

"The equipment that Yuan Huo is offering is racing drones."

"But racing drones are still available for purchase."

This statement shocked everyone.

Wu Changjiang couldn't help but nudge Qin Ze from below.

I thought to myself, "Are you so desperate to make money?"

One placement would have been enough, why the chain of placements?

The prince was quite nice; he didn't get angry with you and even agreed to your request.

So you ended up treating someone like a servant?

"Your Highness, please take a look."

"Now coming towards you is—"

"Project code F47!"

"Full name: Large Fixed-Wing Aerial Support Vehicle for Civilian Use!"

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Everyone looked on with puzzlement.

A fixed-wing drone is placed on a 6.3-meter-long flatbed cart.

With its gray and white paint scheme, dual bathrooms, and dual launchers, the exterior design seems to follow the consistent design system of Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Upon seeing the drone, Wu Changjiang couldn't hold back any longer: "What's this thing called?"

Qin Ze: "Large fixed-wing aircraft..."

"I didn't ask you that! What's the project's code name?"

Qin Ze: "An F47?"

"No, you call this the F-47, so what's the name of the next generation fighter jet from the US?"

Qin Ze: "I don't care, I'm not responsible for naming them."

Wu Changjiang: "..."

Judging from Qin Ze's appearance, it's like he's skewering.

How could he not laugh?

The code name for the US's next-generation fighter jet project is NGAD, and its model designation is F47.

Boeing has won the bid, and the first flight is planned for two years later.

But Qin Ze suddenly took over their IDs.

Everyone can't help but laugh just thinking about it.

However, the wealthy dog ​​owner didn't care about any of that.

His gaze was fixed intently on the dual-satellite fixed-wing drone.

"So, these are the aircraft you're allocating?"

Qin Ze nodded: "Yes, if you buy a racing drone, you must also purchase two F-47s."

"How much is this plane?" Suleiman asked, frowning.

Qin Ze blurted out, "450 million."

"..."

The scene fell silent.

Only the prince uttered a cryptic "uh" sound.

He immediately turned around and looked at the racing machine.

"So, what did you say the VCG drone cost?"

Qin Ze replied confidently, "Ten thousand."

"Wait a minute."

The prince had some doubts about himself.

"In other words..."

"You want to allocate $4.5 million worth of goods to your $10,000 inventory?"

"is that so?"

Qin Ze gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of a prince, your brain works really well."

"..."

Suleiman's face was extremely pale.

If I can't even figure this out, am I even human?

Say.

Whether I am a person or not doesn't really matter anymore.

Are you still a person?

Amazing Thunder Mega Sale!

Selling something worth over four million yuan for ten thousand yuan is not something a carbon-based organism would come up with.

Although the prince really wanted to curse, he held back and spoke softly.

"Professor Qin, I believe you're joking with me..."

"I'm not kidding."

Qin Ze immediately interrupted.

"I'm serious."

"If you don't buy the F47, you won't be able to buy the racing jet."

"If you don't take the racing machine with you, then you can't take it with you either."

The prince didn't understand: "What's 'Yuanbao'?"

Qin Ze: "A remote-controlled, box-type vehicle for ensuring people's livelihood."

"..."

Suleiman's native language became silent.

To be honest, it's fortunate that we're on your turf today.

If this were in my hometown, I would have shot you long ago.

Are you even human?

"Professor Qin..."

Suleiman used every bit of politeness he had ever possessed to suppress the overwhelming rage within him.

"A drone costing 4.5 million is not cheap."

"Plus, there's the rule that you'll be selling two drones with every racing drone you purchase."

"So, if I buy one of your so-called remote-controlled drones, I need to buy at least 16 drones?"

Qin Ze: "That's right."

"In other words, your remote protection system plus the drone will cost close to 100 million yuan per unit, which is far beyond our budget."

The prince was wealthy.

But a set costing 100 million is not a small amount for anyone.

Moreover, this 100 million was forced out by Qin Ze.

He didn't like the feeling of being coerced.

Suleiman's face darkened: "I think Professor Qin, you've gone a bit too far. I don't like it at all."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ze merely raised the corners of his mouth, letting out a faint smile.

"If you don't buy it, the Mayflower will bloom in your hometown; if you buy it, you yourself will become the Mayflower."