Due to the big sales of the 28 bars, the factory in Lasov finally resumed production.

Although the promised canteen was gone, every lad on the banks of the Ravenca thought him a good man, and praised Mr. Lasoff for his generosity.

After all, the generous Golden Gallen Harbor tycoon gave them a 20% discount on the bikes he sold to his employees, and allowed them to park their treasures in a spare warehouse and lock them up to prevent other tribes from stealing them, and then return them with good oil when it was time to get off work.

They don't know if the oil is on or not, but there is always a mechanic sitting at the door of the warehouse watching.

Of course, if these lads know that the wholesale price of a bicycle with an original price of 200 silver coins is only 30 silver coins, I am afraid that the next time it will be not the Wilantes who will be stuck in the factory, but the Borneos.

They will never know, though.

After all, Lasoff and the rest of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry had already negotiated and established guide prices for a few specific categories of goods.

Everyone has money to earn together, and if the Borneo people don't lie to the Brahminats, there will definitely be no price war.

Selling bikes is just a small episode.

Rasov didn't fight for making quick money, and sent away the bicycle master who made a lot of money and put all his energy into his old business.

The first order soon arrived, and Party A was a merchant from Eternal Night Harbor named Meta.

This person made a generous move and placed an order of 5 million at a price 10% higher than the market price.

At the dinner table, Lasov pondered this man, and always felt that he was not a businessman, but a broker of a warlord.

Sure enough, after three glasses of vodka, the guy named Meta inadvertently revealed the identity of his family association.

Lasov complimented him, politely admired his family meeting, and said a few more beautiful words about not wanting money, but he didn't take it too seriously in his heart.

Among his clients were General Jeha of Huzhou, as well as the head of the Black Panther Army, compared to a horse boy raised by Absek's "little brother", he didn't really treat the other side as a hero.

Merchants, travel between the forces of all parties, the etiquette is in place, just do the business well.

He really didn't care who was the great commander, after all, they were all the same stupid, and it was up to them industrialists to save the Borneos.

That's his opinion anyway.

While Rasoff was observing the blue family, Meta, who was sitting at the dinner table, was also observing him.

Compared with the rich psychological activities of the former, the evaluation of the latter is more ruthless and penetrating.

This man is a pure man.

Or a simple person.

Knowing that she had found the right person, Mehta put down the wine glass in her hand and smiled kindly, as if she was facing her own family.

"Our family union and the federation are one family, and now that the front line is winning and the war is coming to an end, industrialists like you are what we need the most, and what our families need the most. We would like to invite you to set up a factory in Shezhou, I don't know what you think? ”

This casual compliment is much more effective than a fart of the sky, and it doesn't seem obtrusive.

One thing to say, Lasoff really eats this, but he is not carried away by vanity.

Go to Shezhou to set up a factory......

It has to be a lot of money and there is nowhere to spend it.

In contrast, he would rather donate money and materials, which is also a way to be good to you, me and everyone.

"It's not so easy to set up a factory, there are requirements for local infrastructure, as well as industrial facilities, not to say that the factory can be opened by moving the machine over."

Seeing that Meta still wanted to persuade again, he said with a smile.

"But don't worry, although my factory is overseas, I will not be stingy with my help when Borneo Province needs me!"

He spoke very roundly, and he could come back from left to right, and the man sitting opposite him was embarrassed, but he really stopped talking about running the factory.

What he didn't know, however, was that he had fallen asleep unconsciously.

What is the condition of Snake State, and how can Meta not know?

He didn't think about inviting the big boss to go over at all, he just randomly hit two poles on the jujube tree.

What he really had to do was to retreat and let this enthusiastic industrialist do something else for him.

"We also understand your difficulties, I was abrupt about running a factory, and I didn't say it."

Mehta toasted him with a glass of wine, then drank it down.

Rejecting the kind invitation of others, Lasoff felt a little reluctant in his heart, and said in a soothing tone.

"It's not that I don't want to build my hometown, it's just that no matter how good a cook is, I can't make a paste out of stones, and I can't do anything by myself. However, this matter is not completely without opportunities, for example, I see that the industrial foundation of Shizhou is actually good, and I will definitely go to investigate when the situation is right. ”

Mehta said with a smile.

"No problem! We will definitely welcome you then! ”

Lasov smiled but didn't speak, obviously not thinking that his family would be qualified, but he didn't write the sentence on his face.

Meta paused, then continued.

"Let's not talk about the factory for now...... By the way, I've heard that there is an armored production line for the Southern Corps in the industrial area of Ravenca, can you find a way to get the blueprints for Conqueror X? ”

Lasoff was stunned and hesitated for a moment.

"That'...... I'm afraid it's quite difficult. ”

He had thought about it, but it was only in his head.

Although this is not a core secret, the Autonomous Committee of the Lavenca Industrial Zone did not say that it was okay to prostitute for nothing.

He's doing just the right thing right now, and he doesn't want to take such a big risk.

Whether it's a legal risk or a integrity risk.

Meta didn't back down this time, and looked at him earnestly.

"Please, it's important to us! We know that you are an industrialist who loves your hometown, we only hope that you can help us do this thing, we will never treat you badly, if there are any difficulties, you just tell us, we will solve it for you! ”

It's all about this, and besides, I rejected them once before.

Lasov hesitated for a moment, sighed and said.

"I want to think about it...... I'm afraid the drawings are a bit difficult, and the Federation of Industry and Commerce has a bit of weight in the Autonomous Committee, but our business has just started, and the weight is not very sufficient after all. ”

"You can slow down the drawings, but there are a batch of tanks on the production line that are almost finished, and you can buy them back if you are interested. I have learned about this, and it is an asset that is approved for sale by the Autonomous Council and the Development Foundation. ”

Mehta's eyes lit up and she was overjoyed.

"Can you introduce me to someone in charge of this?"

Lasov said with a smile.

"No problem, this little thing is not troublesome, I can directly settle it for you."

Mehta picked up her glass, drank again, and then looked at him solemnly.

"We will definitely remember your kindness today...... By the way, please pay attention to the drawings, whether it is entertaining guests, or other expenses, how much money is needed. ”

Lasov hurriedly said.

"You are so polite, please let me do my part for the cause of the Brahmans too!"

Meta shook her head.

"It's a matter of principle, Mr. Zeid said, we are here for the benefit of our families, and we must not let our families spend a penny more."

Looking at this ambitious man, Lasoff couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It's really more popular than people, and the goods have to be thrown away.

If only the respected leaders of the Great Unification could have this kind of bearing, the Tiandu Federation may not be ridiculed by so many people as "wife cakes without wives......

……

On the other hand, after obtaining permission from the representatives of the alliance, Hope immediately began a drastic reform, urging the Autonomous Committee to come up with a planning plan, and at the same time injecting 700 million yuan to establish the Development Bank of the Lavenca Industrial Zone to cooperate with the bidding of the Autonomous Committee.

In some things, it is true that the person who manages the money is more motivated than the person who manages the power.

Antoine is a leader who does not nod his head from the representative of the alliance, and Hope is not only active but also executive, finishing the week's work in just three days, and coming up with a development blueprint that no one can refute at the second meeting.

In his blueprint, the banks of the Ravenca River will be filled with high-rise buildings and stretch along the highway from the industrial area to the Great Desert, attracting all the wastelanders who envy their prosperity to join them.

And the 2.7 million square kilometers of land will be the backbone of their ambitions, and a steady stream of resources will sustain their quest to end the Wasteland Era.

Although it was an economic work conference, Hope had the idea to think of a program of action, and it was also combined with the Alliance's initiative.

Fang Chang didn't care what kind of cake this guy painted, just what he did.

At least for now, his ability is still worthy of recognition.

Although it is not enough to complete the entire blueprint, it is not enough to rely on only 700 million silver coins, but the funds have a snowball effect.

As long as the money is not wasted, but something is bought or become, it can be used as collateral to continue the loan from the alliance's banks.

This is a very basic operation.

After all, the banks of the alliance want to pay interest to depositors, to pay interest to wealth management products, to repay the interest of the bank, and the money in hand always has to find a place to go.

If there is a good investment target in the Rakavin Industrial Zone, they certainly won't mind borrowing money and letting the snowball roll in their hands.

Hope had planned everything, except for one thing where his lieutenant disagreed.

"It's an ambitious plan, but it's also going to bring about a huge gap between the rich and the poor...... You and I both know what kind of virtue the locals are, and they may run for your plan, but by the time they come to their senses, they may have been dumped by the Willants several times. And at this time, what if the workers' union comes? ”

His name is Nash, and he is a Willant, like President Hope, and agrees with Hope's "Eternal Night Harbor Model".

However, yes to yes, he had to consider the problems that might arise from the model.

Regarding Nash's objection, Hope had already thought of a countermeasure and said confidently.

"As long as we don't make the locals too poor, they can't do anything about it, and Golden Gallen Port is the best example of this."

Nash smiled wryly.

"Don't let the locals be too poor...... Unless we confiscate their bank cards, even if you give them money for nothing, they will spend it the next day. ”

"We do have to give them money, but we can't give them cash. Use your brains, Mr. Nash, we're already working for the Alliance, and we can't be as rigid as we used to be. ”

Hope tapped his head with his index finger, then pointed to the endless oasis outside the window.

It's the only oasis in a hundred miles, a meandering river that swerves sharply from the northwest to the south, and pours into the sea along a ravine plain.

"There will be a lot of high-rise buildings built there, and we will make a lot of money, live in the tallest and largest houses, and then give the next level of houses to the natives, so that they can become our moats, and we will prosper and lose both."

"What do you mean...... Compensate them with fixed assets instead of cash? Nash frowned and asked, puzzled, "But what if they just sell the house?" ”

"Believe me, no one will sell the rising assets, and in this process, rich and poor can coexist," Hope smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "As long as the survivors of the Great Desert continue to flood our settlements, we can continue this positive cycle and let more and more animals live on our farms." As for the execution details, we can make some restrictions on the transaction threshold, which can be adjusted. ”

"Anyway, our priority is one thing – get the animals running!"

Nash looked at Hope stunned, he really couldn't imagine that this little former accountant could think of so many things, and the Southern Army had not even discovered his talent before that.

Is this the power of 1.5 billion silver coins?

Compared to the aphrodisiac Hope, the former mayor of Antoine, who can't even raise his hand, is like a castrated rooster, and it may not be long before the Autonomous Council will have to become a puppet of "Mr. Hope, the ambitious".

Perhaps this is not the Golden Gallen Harbor model at all, nor the Eternal Night Harbor model, but the model of the early Free States.

However, no matter which model it is, there is a consensus on one thing for the entire autonomous committee.

If you don't want the "wild animals" here to fall prey to outsiders, you have to let them run.

“…… You don't have to think that far ahead now, that's what I'm worried about. ”

Hope patted Nash on the shoulder and shoved a document into his hand.

"There are a hundred Conquistador tanks here, and if it weren't for the Soyuz aircraft, they would almost be on the front line...... According to the opinion of the Alliance engineers, it is better to sell it as a tank than to disassemble it into iron, and the offer is reasonable above 30 million silver coins. ”

"Now the war in Borneo is not over, and General Gurion is still dying. The alliance has only one requirement, it cannot be sold to the Southern Legion, which means that we can sell to any customer except the Southern Legion. Find them a buyer while the war is still over, and let me see what you're capable of. ”

Will anyone want a tank for the vanquished?

Nash thought to himself, but nodded earnestly.

"I'll do my best to sell it."

……

Capacity transformation and dealing with the overstocked inventory are two of the most important tasks in the Ravenca Industrial Zone.

As for how to divide the 2.7 million square kilometers of land, and whether the Ravenca industrial area and the port of Yongye should be merged, these can be slowly studied after the end of the war.

Nash went to the warehouse with the list given by Hope, and looked at the rags that no one wanted, wondering where to find the wrongs who might pay 30 million silver coins for these things.

He had met representatives of the Borneo and Mammoth countries, but unlike Hope had envisioned, neither of them was stupid, and they had agreed that they would not continue arms purchases, but were interested in the backward production lines.

It is true that the Ravenca Industrial Zone is also interested in transferring those backward production capacities, but this is not Nash's own business after all, and he can only reluctantly introduce these representatives to the people in charge of the matter.

But just as he was worried, the Borneo of the Federation of Industry and Commerce came to his door and introduced him to a mysterious buyer.

Not only did this man take all the equipment as ordered, but he also made a condition that made his jaw drop-

They are willing to buy all these tanks at a price of 10% above the market price.

As long as the Autonomous Council of Lavenca can attach the relevant technology for the production of the Conqueror 10 tank.

Nash agreed without even thinking about it.

Joke.

To hell with the entire legion, he was under no obligation to carry the secret to the grave for the former.

Not to mention that this gang is the enemy of General Gulion!

Without any hesitation, he stamped the documents and personally rushed to the site of the factory to receive the buyer.

And just as Nash was smiling and introducing the "Doomsday Weapon" of the Southern Legion to Mehta, the Willant engineers from the nearby factory were also watching the excitement with curiosity.

"Who is that guy, it's not a small show."

The business owners of the Federation of Industry and Commerce all ran to cheer, and looking at Nash's posture, they couldn't wait to roll out a red carpet in front of the factory to greet him.

Rasov's engineer said as he smoked a cigarette and squinted his eyes.

"That person's name is Meta, and I heard it's a family member."

The engineer of the tank assembly plant on the side looked at him with a bewildered expression.

"Parent committee? What the hell. ”

Lasov's engineer explained.

"It's the family association, the younger brother of Absec, the branch of the federation, and it's quite cumbersome to explain...... That's what you might understand. ”

The engineer of the aluminum plant asked with a frown.

"What is he here for?"

Lasov's engineer explained.

"They want to pack up and buy the Conqueror Ten that has already been produced and use it against Gurion."

He didn't care who the tanks were bought back against, anyway, he was no longer making armor steel, but instead producing gas canisters.

As for why he knew so many things about family meetings, the main thing was that Meta always ran to their factory, and every time he finished with their boss, he would have a relationship with them, and the meaning in and out of his words was that the family would be good and wanted to coax them to Snake State.

But he is not stupid, how can he be led by the nose by a Brahma with a few words?

As a Wielante, he knew all too well what his people had done in Borneo.

He had reason to believe that what had happened once in the industrial area of Ravenca would most likely happen again in the port of Saifan, and that no one from the Alliance would be able to save them at that time.

Not only did he think so, but his boss also frightened them in private, suggesting that their Borneo province was full of hungry wolves who wanted to eat their flesh.

He could tell that his boss wanted to get close to the Meta, but that didn't mean that his boss was generous enough to empty his wallet.

The steel mill is his boss's wallet, and it's turning into a cash cow visibly.

A group of engineers laughed out loud after listening to his explanation.

"This guy is crazy."

"Do you need this to deal with Gurion?"

"When these tanks are delivered to them, I'm afraid that they haven't learned how to drive yet, and this war is over."

Lasov's engineer also said with a smile.

"You don't care what they think, anyway, they drove a high enough price, 1.1 million for a car, 100,000 more than the market price, and agreed to pay in silver. Anyway, if we keep it, we will change it to a tractor, so we might as well sell it to them, and the money from selling it to them will be enough to buy three tractors. ”

In fact, there are more than three.

The Alliance has cheap tractors that cost less than 50,000 silver coins, the early wood-burning kind, and the best-selling model in the wasteland.

A Conquistador 10 can sell for 1,100,000 credits......

100 cars...... Wouldn't that be hundreds of millions of silver coins?!

Where did a small local force get so much money?!

Everyone was stunned when they figured out the account.

The engineer of the aluminum factory swallowed and said with an incredulous expression.

"Where did they get so much money?!"

Lasov's project was to shake his head, as if he didn't care.

"Who knows, who cares about him, maybe it's the savings he has saved from trading, maybe it's donated by other Brahmi. Anyway, they are determined to win this batch of Conqueror Ten, and maybe there are other deals behind it. ”

Looking at the Borneo who stood with his straight back in front of Vice President Nash and pointed his fingers, the Velante engineers shook their heads, sighed with sighs, sighed with emotion.

The world has really changed.

The envious eyes of the engineers of the aluminum factory were red, and they suddenly had the motivation to make money.

"Damn, you're so rich......"

While everyone was talking, the Blue Family Mehta and Vice President Nash had already completed handing over the money and delivering the goods in one hand.

The two sides had moved from the factory to the dinner table, and the former was showing the latter their good drinks.

The banquet was attended not only by the officials of the Foundation for the Development of the Industrial Zone of Ravenca, who were involved in the arms sales contract, but also by the workers and engineers of different ethnicities who could not normally be at the table.

Most of these workers who have mastered the core technology are not local natives, but survivors who have followed the Willantes to the province of Batoya on the banks of the Ravenca River.

However, in Mehta's words, 200 years ago, everyone was a member of the People's Union, and they were all family.

There's really nothing wrong with that.

Although the Willantes have never seen the Age of Prosperity, their bloodline is also the crystallization of the technology of the Human Connection Era, and that is what they are most proud of.

Unlike the proud Willantes, the workers of the other race were moved to tears.

They have always been pressed by the Willantes, how have they ever felt so much attention?

Not to mention that they can't feel it, even the ordinary Willantes of the Southern Legion themselves can't feel it.

It is precisely for this reason that after a few glasses of vodka, they patted their chests one by one and promised that they would definitely teach the technicians sent by their families to teach them the skills of producing and maintaining the Conqueror 10 without reservation.

Anyway, this thing is of little use to them, it is better to let the Borneo take him to defeat General Gurion, and it can be regarded as atonement for their accomplices to the invaders.

In fact, the carrier of a great technology is never a few thin drawings, but the person who has mastered those core technologies.

These things are not something that can be taught in a few words or a hard drive, unless one group of people teaches another group of people from the heart and without reservation.

Looking at the generous workers, Mehta burst into tears at the table and drank the vodka.

Whether or not he admitted the account, he got what he wanted, and the Lavenca Autonomous Council got the money they needed most.

The deal was made, and the two sides talked happily, and Meta even came up with the idea of a shallow water heavy gunboat.

However, the curry has to be eaten one bite at a time, and it is easy to arouse the alarm of some people if you eat too much at one time......

At this moment, the wave of capacity transformation and large-scale infrastructure construction in the Ravenca industrial area is in full swing, and the war on the front line is also continuing.

After a month of fierce fighting, the 100th and 101st Divisions of the enterprise finally suffered a heavy defeat to the troops sent to the front by the Southern Army, and after a three-day siege, the 1.77 million troops of the Southern Army were completely annihilated.

This unit should have been newly formed for a short time, and the average age from officers to junior soldiers was only 18 years old, and there were even children as old as 11 or 2 years old.

The Willantes are natural warriors, twelve-year-olds can already carry rifles, and their combat effectiveness is no less than that of fifteen or sixteen-year-old wastelanders.

Looking at the group of gray-faced teenagers squatting in the corner with their heads in their hands, Tang Feng, who had Rick Five in his mouth, couldn't help but have mixed feelings.

Now that he is the battalion commander, he is no longer the rookie who was a rookie and loved to be in the limelight.

Seeing these young guys, he couldn't help but think of himself on the Ten Peaks Mountain.

The deputy battalion commander walked up to him and squinted at the group of prisoners of war crouching by the wall.

"Their Julius turned them into people, and they turned themselves back."

Tang Feng shook his head and said.

"I don't think it's their fault, it's the guy who brainwashed the kids."

Without arguing with him about this issue, the deputy battalion commander asked straight to the point.

"What to do with them?"

Tang Feng thought for a while and said.

"Take the train to the industrial area of Ravenca, where our allies seem to be doing well."

This was also the advice of the command.

The 2.7 million square kilometres of colony were sparsely populated, and the establishment of prisoner-of-war camps on the spot was tantamount to fending for themselves.

The deputy battalion commander said with a smile.

"Indeed, it's better to leave it to the people of the alliance to deal with it, and that's what they're best at."

At this point, half of the 2.7 million square kilometers of colonies of the Southern Army had been liberated by them, and the coalition forces had been pushed to the equatorial line and were about to enter the northern hemisphere.

It is a narrow strip of territory along the coastline, with the support of the South China Sea Alliance fleet and the roaring fighter jets in the sky, they are almost invincible.

However, seeing those young and immature faces, Tang Feng did not have any emotions related to joy in his heart.

He just wants to get to the territory of the Southern Army as soon as possible and end this crazy war......

Time passed day by day, and soon it was the end of December.

At the turn of the year 214 and 215 of the Wasteland Era, a meeting to determine the future fate of the wasteland kicked off in the Great Rift Valley.

The meeting was attended not only by the Academy's CTO, delegates appointed by the Council, and the Coalition's administrators, but also by the Archons of Triumph City, as well as the heads of the major survivor forces.

The Rapid Valley Society is committed to ensuring the safety of all parties involved in the meeting, and will provide transportation services for the Heads of Survivor Forces or Foreign Ministers who are unable to travel to the Rapid Valley on their own.

The meeting was supposed to take place three months ago, but it was postponed for too long for various reasons.

Now there is no longer a postponement......