Boston Fenway.

This is located at the southern end of the city, very close to Chinatown, just about 3 or 4 subway stations, a little far from the city center, and the price here is relatively cheap. There is also the home court of the Boston Red Soxes in Major League Baseball, making the people here obviously look tough, and you can see black men wearing Red Sox jerseys on the streets.

And Charlie's military factory is called "beasts"

This name is really ugly, not as good as YiBi, some hot sounds good.

Perhaps it had been notified in advance that there were seven or eight people waiting at the door, and they all looked like technical workers, wearing glasses, and then they looked cute and cute, and the clothes they were wearing looked very old-fashioned.

When the convoy arrived, the white man in the lead turned his head and shouted at the employee, then ran over happily and shouted at Charlie, "Boss."

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

"I'm glad to see you, Doctor." Charlie introduced to each other from the side.

"I'm happy to know you, Mr. Nicholas."

Phillips is obviously not a very rigid researcher. His behavior is very comfortable, especially when speaking, he introduces Tang Dao with the unique spring breeze of the teacher. He still goes from shallow to deep.

"So have you been developing any weapons recently?"

Tang Dao asked with his hands behind his back. When he asked, Phillips banned his words and looked at Charlie. He could not say such a trade secret. The latter seemed to have not had a good sleep yesterday. His eyelids were very heavy and his eyes were very dark. He waved his hand, "There is nothing to say."

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

So small?!

Tang Dao became interested and signaled him to continue talking.

"Of course this is not aimed at large-scale battlefields, but to the bodyguard industry. We named this one: su-1! Can hold 5 bullets."

“Is there any finished product?”

"Of course." Phillips asked someone to take a finished product and handed it to Tang Dao. This thing is just placed in a bag and can be pulled up with a zipper. If you can't take it out, it's stuck.

The market for this fixed and strong weapon is very narrow.

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

"Are there any insights, Mr. Nicholas."

"Oh, I think this is great. I will buy 200 first." Tang Dao also learned to swear in business, but then again, this thing is really useful. Maybe it has a small capacity, but it is definitely not hidden in this gun. This is also a rare weapon for bodyguards. He paused, "The security company under my name just needs this."

200 pieces, not too much, not too little.

However, this little money may not be important to Charlie, and it is a recognition for Phillips.

"If this weapon could be, I think I would be willing to be a seller." He smiled and handed the weapon back.

"Of course the best. We plan to mass-produce it in a while. At that time, I will trouble you." Charlie patted his shoulder and said, "It's best if someone can help you, especially Tang Dao, which occupies a big head in the war zones like Somalia, Africa.

Cooperation is sometimes the best relationship.

This made both sides closer.

Charlie visited many more with Tang Dao. In fact, his military factory is not big, it can only be regarded as a small factory, only about 2,000 square meters. There are only more than 20 people working here, and there are only 20 people. I can’t tell anything high-end, but I can’t tell from the indirect listening that the salary is not cheap. The design team led by Dr. Phillips alone pays a salary of 900,000 US dollars a year. If there are results, dividends are needed. The price is also low. This is their personal relationship, and the Longfellow family is also one of the board members of Boston University.

One of the important things about the revival of any civilization is that the salary of technical talents is higher than that of ordinary society.

Of course, the exception is the hair bear. 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. (Kora super drilling).

To a certain extent, Ying Jiang could only look at the hairy bear, staring at her with no choice but to stare at her.

After the salary of such military-industrial talents died, many technical talents flocked to North America, but did not get lower, which stimulated the market even more.

The benefits of arms trading are too great.

If you are directly involved in national defense construction, in addition to reputation (because of protection needs), money and power are included.

Therefore, a good military industry is of great value.

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

After being hanged for decades, the family has not eaten up yet. After the separation, the second brother became the top three richest man in the world. However, the second brother couldn't help him up, and in the end he had to ask the boss to redistribute his property. It was simply... garbage!

I only visited this factory for an hour and then evacuated.

The first thing I said to get into the car was that Charlie was almost surprised.

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

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

"I invest 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. I think the mayor is willing to see someone developing in Boston."

If you invest millions, you may not look down on it, but no one can ignore the 200 million business investment.

Charlie paused, "I want to know what you plan to do in Boston?" He was afraid that the other party would hide it, so he explained, "This will allow me to motivate some speculators in parliament."

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

Charlie thought his brain was working well enough, but who knew that the other party was jumping faster, so he almost didn't keep up. After reacting, his brows frowned tightly.

"Your production license may not be approved, and the government has conducted strict investigations on non-nationals in this kind of industry."

"I will find a way to do this, but you must help me with the production license. Do I plan to invest so much money and have no help at all?" Tang Dao spread his hands.

"I will report to the mayor."

"Then I am very grateful for this. After my think tank is established, I can give your company three years of advice for free."

Charlie seemed to be indifferent.

His company also has this thing, but he only puts forward opinions. He does not think Tang Dao's think tank can do anything big.

Perhaps, this is just a hobby of rich people?

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Chapter completed!