It has to be said that the Social Affairs Bureau is really efficient. The next morning, Xiaoming replied to Gao Ang: Done!
"I've already informed you. Just follow the relevant procedures and submit your application."
"That's incredibly efficient!"
"That's right. Nowadays, all departments are streamlining their procedures. If it still takes months like before, how can we get anything done? But speaking of which, does your new company need investment?"
When Xiaoming said that, Gao Ang understood. "What's wrong? Xiaoming, are you going to invest a billion or two?"
"...Stop it. Do you think everyone is as rich as you? Our bureau has a special fund, which is considered a benefit for the bureau's employees, and there's also a pension for the families of martyrs. So my boss wanted me to ask you if your project is reliable, and whether it will cause our funds to go down the drain?"
Upon hearing this, Gao Ang was filled with respect and quickly assured him, "Don't worry, it will definitely not be a waste. You may not believe me about other things, but when it comes to making money, I have never disappointed you!"
Indeed, starting with ROG, it seems that every project GaoGao has undertaken has been incredibly profitable.
"How much capital do you have? Hundreds of millions?"
"...Boss Gao, please don't be so hurtful. Is 'hundred million' the unit of measurement for money where you are now? It's not that much, maybe a little over ten million!"
Ten million...that's really a bit too little.
According to Gao’s original intention, the registered capital of the new company should start from at least one billion yuan. What percentage can this ten million yuan account for? Less than one percent.
"How about this: you invest ten million, and I'll give you two percent of the shares directly?"
"No, please don't," Xiaoming quickly interrupted Gao Ang when he heard him say that. "Our leader said that whatever the amount is, that's what it is. You can't give less, but you can't give more either. It'll make it seem like there's something fishy going on between us, which would be bad!"
"What nonsense," Gao Ang said dismissively. "A clear conscience fears no accusation. Let whoever wants to talk, let them talk. If they keep arguing, I'll teach them a lesson!"
"Brother, don't cause me any trouble. Just listen to me, take whatever you're owed. But since you're such a sensible kid, I can introduce you to a few more investors."
Gao Ang would certainly not refuse Xiao Ming's kind offer.
In retrospect, it seems like a portion of the future pie has been given away, but in the long run, it's definitely a worthwhile investment.
Countless companies and enterprises are vying to attract funds with powerful connections to their businesses, but these companies don't even seem to care.
Now look what's happened—funds are practically begging to team up with him...
Everything was going smoothly, except for one problem that was giving Gao Feng a headache: where should this super factory be built?
Logically speaking, Shanghai is definitely the best choice. It's close to Lao Wan's family's home, and the policies are very favorable. However, another problem arises: Shanghai already has a Tesla. Two tigers cannot share one mountain.
"How about we go to Hangzhou?"
As a native of Hangzhou, Lao Wan is of course adamant in supporting Gao Ang to build a super factory in her hometown.
She had seen and test-driven that car. Although Gao Feng said the production version wouldn't fly, even if it didn't, it would still easily beat all current electric cars.
"No, since there's already a super factory in Shanghai, let's stay away from Shanghai and go to the Central Plains!"
"That's too far. The transportation costs for going back and forth are a considerable expense."
Old Wan frowned. After all, they were from a business family, and they had to consider costs and benefits at every step.
"We're targeting the high-end market, and all the costs are factored into the pricing. What are you worried about? What, are you afraid we won't be able to sell them?"
"No, I just think it's good to reduce costs as much as possible. Even though it's a high-end model, it's better to be cheaper!"
"No way, don't think that just because a high-end model is cheaper, it's good. Go look at those nouveau riche, whether they are domestic or foreign, have they ever bought a low-end version of a luxury car? They all only look at the price and not the appearance. What's more, ours is expensive, looks good, and is easy to drive, so there is no need to worry about sales."
Gao Ang waved his hand, trying to dispel Lao Wan's concerns, "Actually, there's another point. Right now, we're advocating for promoting domestic consumption. With all this coming and going, wouldn't we need large trucks or cargo planes for transportation? Wouldn't that provide a lot of jobs? We're just transferring a small portion of the wealth at the top to the pockets of the middle and lower classes. It's a win-win situation!"
"You're full of fallacies, you're the boss, you make the decisions!"
Old Wan put her hands to her forehead, she didn't know what other reasons she could use to refute this guy.
Well, the increased costs, when they reached him, were directly transformed into responding to the national call to boost domestic consumption...
"That's settled then, now it's your turn to work out..."
"No, what do you mean by 'I've worked hard'?"
"I'd appreciate it if you could go and communicate with the local leaders of Zhongyuan regarding these matters!"
"I'm not going!"
Old Wan immediately gave up.
Why?
"I'm a girl! Men are supposed to be the breadwinners and women should stay at home. Can't I just be a rich second-generation heiress? Running around all day is too tiring. I'm not going!"
Old Wan rudely rejected Gao Ao, and his reason for the rejection was quite bizarre.
"Aren't you in charge of Dong'an Intelligent?"
"You think I wanted this? I just love Iron Man, and it just so happened that you made this. It was a genuine love, a hobby that turned into a profession, so now I'm starting to regret it. Iron Man used to be so sacred and invincible to me, but now, it's cooking and driving all over the place, my heart is breaking..."
Is it really that exaggerated?
Looking at Lao Wan's pained expression, Gao Ang seemed... a little unwilling.
"Really not going?"
"Absolutely not going!"
"Alright, I'll send Lao Zhang! Anyway, he shouldn't have too much to do at Dongxing Power. Judging from his work report, it's pretty simple."
"Old Zhang, that's a good idea. Batteries and automobiles are a natural fit. Getting in touch beforehand will make things easier for other tasks later on. I think it's a good idea!"
The two of them brought Zhang Youwei to the forefront.
Zhang Youwei naturally accepted this arrangement.
His ambitions were originally very large, but in the past, he was limited by his lack of personal connections and could not fully realize them.
But things are different now. We've found a powerful patron. Look at that empire—from batteries to biomedicine, and artificial intelligence…we're top-tier in every field.
Now that he's venturing into the automotive industry, he feels his ambitions are falling behind his boss's.
"Old Zhang, then I'll have to trouble you. I'll have my second son assist you. Just follow his advice on the specific car manufacturing process..."
Gao Ang's second son is Bai Sui. The car in his family was built by the three brothers, Qian Sui and his brother, who know it even better than Gao Ang himself.
If Zhang Youwei were really allowed to start from scratch, it would be quite good if he could get the car on the road within six months, let alone a month.
But with the second one, things are different. From custom lathes to parts production, and finally to assembly and testing, GaoGao can truly rest easy.
As for Zhang Youwei, to put it bluntly, he was just a tool.
He only needs to manage his relationship with the local authorities; he doesn't need to worry about the rest of the production and sales.
"As for the production line, don't go all at once. Take it slow. First, set up a production line for 100 vehicles. The second brother knows the production standards, so just follow his. You keep a close eye on these 100 vehicles. Whether we can become an instant success depends on them!"
"Rest assured, Mr. Gao, I will certainly live up to your expectations!"
Zhang Youwei patted his chest loudly, even through the computer screen.
"Second brother, you should also hand over your work. We'll take a direct flight to Zhongyuan Airport later. Once you get there, you can do whatever you want. Is that alright?"
"No problem, don't worry, sir!"
Gao Ang patted the second brother's head. "You three brothers are probably my most trusted friends. I've never worried about the things I've entrusted to you. Although I don't know what your purpose is in building cars, I respect your privacy. I haven't looked at your communication memories either. I hope that if there's anything you want to do, you can tell me. If I can help in any way, I will do my best."
Gao Ang initially treated the three brothers as ordinary intelligent programs, but as he spent more time with them and interacted with them more in daily life, he increasingly felt that they were living, breathing beings, and that he should respect them.
Therefore, when he has nothing to do, he almost never pries into their privacy.
He knew that these three guys must have their own reasons for building cars, but he didn't want to expose them.
Who knows, maybe these three guys will give him a surprise? Hopefully, it won't be a shock!
The three brothers exchanged a glance, then nodded emphatically in unison. "Sir, what we want to do is simply our wish, nothing more! But we can guarantee that it will absolutely not pose any threat or harm to you, sir. We promise!"
Gao Feng nodded; he was reassured by their promise.
Ultimately, they know where they came from—they fell from him, so in the end, he is still them… well, you know.
Daqin No. 1 took off steadily, carrying its second brother towards the Central Plains, a thousand kilometers away.
Gao Ang watched the plane disappear into the distance, feeling a slight pang of sadness.
He had been separated from his brothers before, but this time it was the second brother who left alone.
"No, why are you suddenly feeling sad?"
Seeing that Gao Feng was in a bad mood, Lao Wan quickly asked him a question.
"Oh, really? I just feel a little unaccustomed to having one less person at home."
"people?"
Old Wan frowned. "You mean a hundred years old?"
"Hmm. Oh well, he's gone, so be it. There are planes anyway, I can go see him if I miss him..."
After muttering a couple of words, Gao Ang left and ran back to his small, dilapidated house.
"Robot...human, or rather, human, that wouldn't be wrong!"
Old Wan watched Gao Liang's figure, muttered a couple of words, shook her head and followed him. She was wondering how to drive the car in the garage away.
Back inside, Gao Ang, following Lao Wan's preferences, handed her a cup of coffee, brewed by Qian Sui. He then calmly picked up the small purple clay teapot, took a sip of Da Hong Pao tea, and found it very comforting.
"What, you're going to drive that car away?"
"Yes, didn't you say it was a surprise for us? They all don't want it, but I want it!"
With his long legs swinging, Lao Wan calmly sipped his coffee and answered matter-of-factly.
"I can give it to you, but you can't use it. And to be honest, don't even think about flying; it's not mature enough yet. By the way, have your engineers figured out the anti-gravity design I gave you?"
Gao Feng dared not let her drive the car away; if she really wanted to fly, the car's computer might crash.
"Tch, so stingy!"
Old Wan curled his lip. "Fine, don't give it to me then. Your technology isn't up to par. All programming languages are based on the templates you provided. They say the anti-gravity device can't understand system instructions. What does that mean?"
"What I mean is that your engineers' training is not up to par. I've discussed this issue with that general as well. This language was created by me. What you're using now is a translated version of the text, but there's still a difference between it and the original text. The margin of error is about 50%."
"How much? 50%?"
Old Wan stretched out his hand, his mouth agape in exaggerated gestures.
“Yes, and these are the engineers you were the first to come into contact with. If it were other half-baked engineers, it would probably be more than 70%.”
"Then what should we do?"
"Learning makes people progress. Even if I teach you step by step, it won't work. You have to understand, do you?"
Ang continued his charade, leaving Lao Wan completely bewildered.
"Why do I keep feeling like you're trying to fool me?"
The woman's intuition told her that nothing the man in front of her said was true.
However, she couldn't find any reason to refute it, because this thing was developed by someone else, and even if what he said was false, no one could prove that what he said was false.
"If that's how you feel, then there's nothing I can do about it."
"Fine, I'll take your word for it. Goodbye!"
After putting down his half-finished coffee, Lao Wan prepared to leave.
"What's the rush?"
"Brother, do you think I'm like you? You're a hands-off boss, and I'm your employee. I have to go back and arrange my work."
"Uh..." Hearing Lao Wan say that, Gao Ang felt a little embarrassed.
People work hard for you, and you can't even give them a beat-up car? Is that fair?
"How about this, I'll modify that car a bit more, remove the immature flight system, and then have Lao Zhang quickly get the necessary paperwork done so you can drive it as soon as possible, okay?"
"That's more like it!"
Old Wan was overjoyed, his face beaming like a flower. "Then it's settled! I'm off now~~ Remember what you said earlier!"
...
While Lao Zhang was still getting acquainted with the local leaders of the Central Plains provincial capital, Gao Ang went through the relevant processes of car manufacturing again.
Before he could even catch his breath, he was startled by a phone call from Zhang Youwei:
"What? We've met our match?"
"Yes, a young entrepreneur who also manufactures cars, but he's using real new energy sources, using water as fuel. Can you believe it?"
water?
When fuel?
Gao Ang's first thought was, "Is he still half asleep? Is he talking nonsense?"
My second thought was, is this person also a superpowered individual, just like him?
My third thought was, "Screw this guy, he's a fraud, isn't he?"
"Old Zhang, have you seen the actual car?"
"Um, I haven't seen it, but local leaders have visited it, and it was even on the news. They also gave a speech. According to the video online, they seem to be investing 10 billion yuan!"
Wow, they spend hundreds of billions in one go... Who says the central provinces don't have money?
"They signed the contract?"
"It seems not yet. Our biggest rival is him."
What is the name of this car manufacturer?
"Youngman Automobile!"
Upon hearing the name Gao Ang, he felt a sense of familiarity.
"Youngman Auto? Is that Pang Qingnian? This guy previously acquired Lotus Cars in England or something, but it all fell through. Is it him?"
Gao Ang thought for a moment before realizing why the guy's name sounded familiar.
Back in high school, he would read some car magazines when he had nothing to do. BMW was too common, so he wanted to find some unique car brands, and Lotus caught his eye.
Back then, this car brand was quite good at marketing, creating small towns in one place and using their vehicles as special vehicles for major conferences in another.
They created quite a buzz, but then it all went silent...
"Yes, it's Pang Qingnian!"
"Didn't the local leaders question the reliability of using water as fuel?"
"Some people questioned it, but they had a bunch of patents, including international patents, and all sorts of seals. The leaders didn't understand these things, so they were fooled, right?"
"What do you mean, continue talking to them or what?"
Gao Ang asked a question, wanting to see Zhang Youwei's attitude.
After all, he is now in charge of external affairs, and it's not appropriate to make decisions for him all the time.
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