"Thank you so much yesterday. This is the first time I have had such a happy time. You also know that although we have everything, there are many rules in our royal family."

Mohammed said to Zhao Gangliang with a smile.

"You are my friend, of course I have to make you have fun. How was that woman last night?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"Great, very good. We left each other a phone number. I came to FJ to find her in the future. By the way, I also gave her a house. I don't know if the gift is enough, and I don't know the customs here." Mohammed said.

"A...a house?" Zhao Gang-ling asked in surprise.

"Yes, I have a house here, which my dad bought for me. Because my production line will be operated by FJ for a long time, I often need to come here," Mohammed said.

"How much?"

"It seems like more than five million, not a lot. You can say first, it should be enough for me to do etiquette like this?" Mohammed asked.

"Enough, too enough."

Zhao Gang-sharp wiped the sweat from his forehead. This is really a legendary person who is stupid and has a lot of money.

"That's good. I'm afraid that there is not enough etiquette. If I embarrass our family, I will be punished when I go back." Mohammed nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, Mr. Mohammed."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Gangliang said, "I heard you have invested in a helmet production line in FJ?"

"yes."

Mohammed nodded and said, "But it probably will take another month to start production."

"How much is the mimic?" Zhao Gangliang asked.

"This is confidential."

Mohammed said.

"That's it."

Zhao Gang smiled embarrassedly.

"But there is no secret to friends."

Mohamed blinked at Zhao Gang-ling and said, "The highest level of imitation is 78%.

"Seventy-eight percent? How are the sales of helmets around the world now?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"What? Are you interested in this?" asked Mohammed.

"Somewhat interested." Zhao Gang smiled.

“The sales of helmets last year were around 10 million.”

Mohammed said, "The Chinese market accounts for 30% of the market, almost three million."

"So little?" Zhao Gang-ling asked in confusion.

"This is the same as the PS3 and X-BOX consoles back then. Because of the lack of simulation and game development, only some game enthusiasts or some experience centers will buy helmets now. Of course, I believe that with the increase in simulation and the development of games, the simulation helmets will definitely usher in an explosive development, which is why I invest in this area now." Mohammed said.

"The level of imitation...if it can reach 90%, will there be more people who buy it?" Zhao Gangliang asked.

"Ninety percent? That's sure. We expect that if the degree of simulation can reach 80%, the sales of helmets will increase by 50%. If it can reach 85%, the sales of helmets will double. If it reaches 90%, the sales of helmets will increase by at least four times, that is, forty million."

Mohammed said.

"What if it was 95%?"

Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"Ninety-five percent? That would be a revolution."

Mohammed said, "It would be a revolution in electronic information. I can't estimate what will happen, but I can guarantee that the first company to develop a chip with a 95% simulacity level will definitely become the top ten super companies in the world. But this is impossible. According to the current technology level, it will take at least several decades to reach that level."

"If I say, I have a helmet that can reach more than 95% of the mimetic level?" Zhao Gang asked with a smile.

"Impossible. No company can produce a helmet with a 95% accuracy." Mohammed shook his head.

Zhao Gang-ling just smiled and looked at Mohammed.

A few seconds later, Mohammed's face gradually became serious.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" asked Mohammed.

"Do you think I'm a joke about something like this?" Zhao Gang-ling asked.

Mohammed's face changed completely.

"Show me the helmet."

Mohammed said.

Zhao Gang ticked and called the driver downstairs.

Soon, the driver brought a big box up.

Zhao Gang-rye opened the box, took out a helmet, and handed it to Mohammed.

Mohammed didn't say much, and put his helmet on his head.

After a while.

Mohamed took off his helmet, looked at Zhao Gangling, and said, "Sell me this technology."

Zhao Gang looked at Mohammed with a smile, without saying a word.

"I'll pay a hundred billion."

Mohammed said.

Zhao Gang-ling still didn't say anything.

"One,50 billion, this is the maximum amount that my family can cash out." Mohammed said.

"Mohammed, what do you think is more than 100 billion yuan for me?" Zhao Gangliang asked.

Mohammed was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said, "By the way, you are from the Zhao family, you are not short of money."

“This technology is not mine.”

Zhao Gangliang shook his head, looked at Meng Qing beside him, and said, "This is my friend's."

"Meng Qing?"

Mohammed looked at Meng Qing in surprise. In his opinion, being able to develop a helmet with a realistic level of 95 must require a super large technical team. How could it be developed by one person?

"Yes."

Zhao Gang-liang nodded and said, "So, I have an idea, I don't know if you want to listen."

"Tell me, look."

Mohammed said.

"One person can't make enough money."

Zhao Gang-ling said, "Qing'er provides technology, you produce production lines, I produce sales channels, and we three partner, what do you think?"

"I won't participate in the steel horn. If you want to know how to make that chip, I will teach you." Meng Qing said quickly.

"You are stupid, this is a benefit of tens of billions."

Zhao Gang-ling knocked Meng Qing on the head and said, "Don't talk, I'll deal with it."

Meng Qing touched his head and didn't say anything.

"It's not impossible to have a partnership."

Mohammed said, "However, there are too many things involved in this, and I can't have the final say alone. I need to communicate with my father."

"No problem, but you also know that this thing is confidential now. If the giants in the video game industry know that... our business will be difficult. I believe they will be very happy to share with us the benefits of this helmet." Zhao Gangliang said with a smile.

"Give me ten minutes."

After Mohammed finished speaking, he stood up and walked aside.

Ten minutes later.

"My father has agreed. I think, besides being good friends, we will definitely be good partners. What do you think?" Mohammed said.

"The three of us will be very good partners." Zhao Gangliang said with his arms around Meng Qing.
Chapter completed!