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Chapter 285 Two Ways to Eat a Fish! (Third Update!)
Do you want to make money? Of course you do!
The problem is, money isn't so easy to earn, or rather, it's not so easy for a free lunch to fall from the sky.

Any pie that falls from the sky is 100% likely to have a problem.

Taking a deep breath, Eisent brought the phone to his lips and asked cautiously:

"General Benjamin, I would like to know, given that we already possess the Reaper drone, why did you propose this so-called all-altitude unmanned combat support system?"

"As far as the unit price of the Reaper drone is concerned, I don't think this is a good business."

Al Udeid Air Base, Qatar.

Benjamin sat by the window, the Qatari sun at the end of May shining through the coated glass onto his face and onto the table in front of him.

On the small table in front of him lay a glass of champagne, a cheap little drone, and a pile of shattered parts from the explosion.

The drone was of very poor quality; it was just a simple frame with a few motors attached, a battery, and propeller blades.

There is no remote control.

It can't fly yet.

Benjamin tapped the cheap-looking drone with his finger, then brought the phone to his lips and whispered:
"I'm not talking about large drones, but the small drones that attacked the Ali Salem Air Base a while ago."

"I had a research institute in China take a look, and that's when I discovered what these people were doing..."

"It's ugly and rubbish!"

"Just then, the test results from Nevada came in regarding the items you had provided earlier."

"They said it's very effective and works very well."

"They even showed me the photos."

"The things made according to the blueprints you provided, as shown in the photos, are both aesthetically pleasing and practical."

"So, I was just wondering if you'd be interested in working on these kinds of small drones."

"Or, do the manufacturers you're in contact with have the capability to manufacture these small drones?"

"In terms of the unit price, it is indeed not as profitable as the Reaper drone."

"But what I want to say is that this thing is very versatile!"

"Very promising!"

After speaking with Eisent, he picked up the small drone on the table and casually threw it into the trash can.

Trash should go where trash belongs.

After throwing away the trash, he held the phone and listened quietly to the response from the other end.

After a long while, Eisente on the other side finally responded:

"General Benjamin, I'd like to know, how do you intend to cooperate?"

"I'm a bit slow-witted. I just thought about it, but I still can't figure out how to make money."

The voice on the phone was extremely humble, as if the person was truly naive and ignorant of the ways of the world.

Benjamin rolled his eyes, coughed lightly, and corrected him:
“Escent, I need to remind you that some things only require a simple statistical analysis.”

"So, let's just speak frankly and openly."

"I will have my subordinates prepare a research report that will fully demonstrate the role of small, portable drones in warfare."

"At the same time, I will persuade General Brian to give the decision-making power for this project to the Central Theater Command."

"At that time, I will need you, or more precisely, the small company you control."

"Submit a proposal as quickly as possible and test a rudimentary product."

"In this way, we can get a large sum of funding. After we get the funding, the Central Theater Command will take 70%. I don't care how much you take, but the subsequent research and development must follow up."

"Next comes procurement."

"The same 30/70 split."

"By then, it won't matter whether we have drones or not!"

Ramadi outpost camp.

Eisent scratched his head in annoyance at the last chuckle of his words.

To be honest, he didn't want to take on this task, but at the same time, he didn't really want to lose this opportunity.

He didn't want to engage because he, as a Marine Corps officer, was separated from Benjamin by a command structure.

We can make money by working together.

But if he makes money and that bastard Benjamin tries to sell him out, he won't even have anyone to reason with.

After all, for a Marine Corps logistics officer to collude with the commander of the Central Theater Command to make money was, to some extent, a betrayal of the Marine Corps.

The reason they didn't want to let this opportunity slip by was because Benjamin Mahan's network of connections was stronger than Kelvin's.

If we can get into this guy's network and connect with other people as well.

He, a Marine Corps logistics officer, might still be able to climb higher.

You could even replace the two silver oak leaves on your shoulders with two silver stars.

After thinking for a long time, Eisent finally gave a soft "hmm" to the person on the other end of the phone.
"General Benjamin, I would very much like to agree to this, but the problem is that I am of low status and have no say in many things."

"You might need to speak with the command headquarters in Quantico, Virginia about this."

Eisent said this to test Benjamin's limits in order to make money.

Just when he thought it would take a long time for the other party to reply, Benjamin responded directly:

"Tomorrow I will have Florida issue a transfer order to move you from the Marine Corps to Central Command."

"I will reserve a separate logistics officer position for you here."

"And your task is to help us make money."

"Understand?"

"I'm hanging up now. Go and contact the companies you work with, and have them come up with a plan as soon as possible. Send it to the Ministry of National Defense along with my report."

"that's all!"

After hanging up the phone, Eisent stood in the Iraqi desert, holding the phone, feeling the endless yellow sand, the scorching sun, and the sweltering wind.

All of this could not suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

The Marine Corps is an independent branch of the armed forces, under the jurisdiction of the Department of the Navy under America, and is headquartered in Quantico, Virginia. The commander of the Marine Corps Command, like the commanders of the various central theater commands, holds the rank of four-star general.

The procurement of related materials and the upgrading of equipment are tasks within each branch of the military.

At the same time, in accordance with the law, the headquarters of each war zone have the authority to temporarily allocate supplies during wartime.

Of course, the law also stipulates that supplies temporarily allocated by the major theater commands during wartime must be returned to the respective services after the war.

This power is neither particularly large nor particularly small.

But it's perfect for writing articles.

For example, if an Air Force aircraft is transferred to the Army, the Army must return the aircraft to the Air Force after the war mission is over.

However, if the aircraft suffer damage and require repair during the army's use of these aircraft, it will be affected.

The cost of the parts and labor for repairs is a separate expense.

Even if the aircraft is directly reported as damaged, the cost will be even greater.

Of course, no normal person would report an aircraft as damaged.

More often than not, they tamper with various consumable parts, adjust the wear rate, and then make more money.

If I were to become the logistics officer of the theater command, it would be like a mouse falling into a rice jar!
Perfect! Absolutely perfect!
Taking a few deep breaths, Eisent put down the phone, leaned back in his chair, and began to think about what he should do next.

It took him a few minutes to figure out what was going on.

Kelvin thought highly of himself at the time, because he submitted the construction plan for the outpost camp in the shortest amount of time.

Although the camp is called the Marine Corps Outpost Camp, it is actually used jointly by the Marine Corps, the Army, and NATO forces.

It falls under the jurisdiction of the Central Theater Command.

This solved a problem for Kelvin.

This time.

Benjamin sought him out because he had provided an effective solution for defending against drones.

Rather than saying that these two people thought highly of themselves, it would be more accurate to say that they both thought highly of Adolf, who was behind them and connected with them.

Therefore, the focus should still be on this Japanese person.

At the very least, I need to get close to this Japanese man and firmly lock our relationship.

Make the other person your money-printing machine.

If there's a first time, there will be a next time.

If I do this a few more times, I can use the capital I've accumulated to change the epaulets on my shoulders into stars.

By then, the name Essente will resound throughout America!
Having figured this out, he suddenly stood up from his chair, took out his phone, checked the time, and then converted it to Tokyo time.

Then, I opened that incredibly difficult-to-use software, found the person inside, and sent them a message.

[New business opportunity!]

Suzhou.

Lin Yi sat in the boss's chair, his eyes fixed on Wang Bo and Liao Xiangjun in front of him:
"Where's the assistant I asked for? Where's the secretary I asked for?"

Wang Bo and Liao Xiangjun stood there, shoulders hunched, constantly forcing smiles at Lin Yi. Only after Lin Yi's expression softened slightly did the two quickly say:

"There's nothing I can do. Boss, although your educational requirements aren't high, your other requirements are."

"You need to understand politics, finance, English and Japanese, and have basic skills in reviewing international contracts and multilingual documents."

"Is this a joke?"

"People who can speak Chinese, English, and Japanese are usually translators. Translators don't understand politics, finance, contracts, or legal review!"

"And those who understand these things, not to mention us, even the key departments of the country would be scrambling to hire them."

"Your requirements are a bit too high. Please lower them a little."

"For example, break these tasks down into smaller parts."

Listening to their endless chatter, Lin Yi sighed and gently waved his right hand:
"Lower the requirements a bit, at least you need to know English and be able to read English contract documents."

"Let Lao Dai handle the recruitment for international contracts and legal matters!"

"I'm sick!"

Hearing Lin Yi lower his standards, Wang Bo and Liao Xiangjun exchanged a glance, both seeing the hardship in each other's eyes.

Working for a strong yet generous boss is bound to be a happy experience.

Because the amount of money won't be small.

But at the same time, it is painful.

Because bosses always unconsciously measure the world by their own standards, they then discover that their team is incredibly incompetent.

Holding Lin Yi's new standards for hiring secretaries, Wang Bo and Liao Xiangjun turned around and left as if their lives depended on it, leaving the office to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi closed his eyes, took a breath, calmed himself down, and then picked up the documents on the table to continue working.

But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a new message on my phone.

News from Eisent.

[New business opportunity!]

Upon seeing this message, Lin Yi's eyes twitched involuntarily.

He really wanted to ask Eisen, "Soldier America, did you change your personality after entering the Middle East and turn into a civil engineer?"

But in the end, he didn't ask those questions. Instead, he picked up his phone and sent a very sycophantic message to the other end.

[Mr. Eisent, I don't know what this new business is, but whatever it is, I'm happy to serve you!]

Perhaps the person on the other end was on their phone, because they replied immediately after the message was sent.

[All-altitude unmanned assisted combat platform!]

Looking at the string of sentences strung together by various nouns, Lin Yi slowly typed a question mark on his phone and clicked send.

WTF?

Eisent quickly answered his question:

[Drone, small drone.]

[It's that defense system I talked to you about the other day, the stuff we need for defense.]

We've decided to invest some funds in developing this, and as far as I know, Japan has been at the forefront of this type of drone. I think you should be able to solve this problem for me.

After reading the message, Lin Yi really wanted to reply: Japan is indeed ahead of the curve, but if that thing were to go to the battlefield, its head would be smashed to pieces.

Because that thing is very noisy.

You can hear it from several kilometers away.

But Lin Yi was very kind and didn't curse; instead, he gave a very considerate reply:

[While our company is indeed powerless to help with large drones, we do have similar research experience with small drones.]

However, there are a few points that need help resolving.

Firstly, the battery. If diesel or gasoline power is used, it will be very noisy and bulky, which does not meet the usage requirements.

The battery that caused such a stir at Huaxia recently perfectly meets the requirements.

However, we are a small and insignificant party, and we cannot persuade them to customize the battery size according to our requirements.

[This requires your help, Mr. Eisent!]

Then there's GPS positioning. If it's for use in war, we'll need a complete authorization system, allowing us to use military-grade positioning on drones.

If military-grade positioning cannot be used, then the highest level of civilian positioning must be used.

Our funds are insufficient to cover our licensing fees!

Of course, we don't necessarily need to obtain authorization; we just need to provide a separate interface during the design and manufacturing of the drone.

[Mr. Eisent, once you receive the drone, simply connect the corresponding parts, and it will be ready to use. However, its lifespan is somewhat short.]

By the way, with Japan's economic downturn in recent years, the production of many emerging electronic technology products has shifted to China.

If Mr. Eisent needs to mass-produce these, then we might have to find a few contract manufacturers in China.

This is faster and cheaper!

The rest is none of your concern, Mr. Eisente.

The plan is very thoughtful; it takes into account all possible aspects.

Just seconds after sending it, Eisente replied:
I'll handle it.

(End of this chapter)