Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 287 The blueprints that flew out have returned to my hands! (Second update!)
After finishing his meal, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu did not go home to rest, but went back to the company immediately.

Work overtime, work a lot of overtime!

Only those who are useless to society get holidays.

He sat down at the computer and began searching for information related to Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

This search brought up a whole bunch of information.

A fire broke out in a resident's home in Nagano Prefecture. Firefighters determined the cause to be an appliance called Mijia.

A fire broke out in a resident's home in Sakata Ward. The fire department determined that the source of the blaze was an appliance called Mijia.

The Energy Research Institute at the University of Tokyo announced that it has successfully replicated battery materials developed by Xiaomi Heavy Industries. This technology will help improve Japan's reserves of energy storage technologies.

The University of Tokyo's Energy Research Institute announced that a researcher was hospitalized after an explosion during testing of the battery, and further testing will have to be postponed.

Amidst all this jumbled information, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu found an address.

Those are appliances produced by Xiaomi Heavy Industries, sold in stores in Japan.

It's located in Shibuya Ward, Tokyo, next to the agricultural cooperative's shop.

Moreover, judging from the photos in those messages, the shop was packed with customers, which was completely different from what was shown in the messages.

He decided to go and take a look tomorrow, and then decide whether he should give his opinion to the boss.

Having made up his mind, he turned off the computer, lay down on the sofa, and went to sleep.

At 6 a.m. sharp, his cell phone rang, waking him up.

After washing up in the company restroom, he grabbed his briefcase, boarded the subway, and headed towards Shibuya Ward.

I went into that store myself and experienced the quality of the appliances there.

I silently gave my boss a thumbs up for his arrangements.

This manufacturer is great!
After estimating that his boss was already at work, he took a picture of the shop in front of him, found a nearby coffee shop, took out his laptop from his briefcase, edited an email, and sent it to his boss.

Suzhou.

Just as Ji Shuangshuang finished arranging the work for the finance department, her phone chimed, notifying her that a new email had arrived in her private inbox.

Looking at that familiar email address, she pressed her slender fingers to her forehead, her face full of helplessness, and sat down in front of the computer to open her email.

The email contained a photo of a shop with a Japanese sign, but with Chinese characters mixed in.

She knew the signs on the shop all too well.

It is the logo of Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

After reading the email, Ji Shuangshuang realized that this guy had gone to Shinji Oda's shop to inspect Xiaomi Heavy Industry's products. She sighed softly, put her hands on the keyboard, and replied to the email.

【pay close attention!】

After replying to the email, Ji Shuangshuang turned around, turned on her personal computer, and began working.

"Mr. Liu, your payment request has been rejected. I just asked the workshop, and they said your product defect rate is too high. They've already communicated with you, and a penalty will be deducted from your payment request!"

"Mr. Zhu, your payment has been made and should arrive in your account in about two hours. Please check and let us know if the funds haven't arrived yet."

"Boss Wang..."

Busy until noon, after finishing all the payments she needed to make, Ji Shuangshuang finally had time to print out the email and go to the next office to find Lin Yi.

He slammed the printed email onto Lin Yi's desk.
"This Japanese man is quite responsible; he even made a special trip to Shibuya Ward to visit Shinji Oda's shop."

When can I get those documents you mentioned?

"Wait a moment!" Lin Yi opened the drawer, took out a USB drive, placed it on the table, and tapped the USB drive lightly with his finger.
"The materials needed for the negotiations are here. After sending them over, tell the other party to organize a negotiation team as soon as possible and then come to China to complete the relevant work."

"Okay!" Reaching out to retrieve the USB drive, Ji Shuangshuang didn't rush to leave. Her gaze swept over Lin Yi's hand, which had returned to the keyboard, and she asked:
"you're not eating?"

"Let's go later!"

"What do you want to eat? I'll bring it to you!"

"Casual!"

"I brought you two packets of salt, do you want them?"

"Braised pork belly, a big bowl of cold noodles, and boiled cucumber!"

"Wait here!" Ji Shuangshuang hummed a song and cheerfully walked out of the office, stuffing the USB drive into her pocket.

Once her figure disappeared through the doorway, Lin Yi's attention returned to the computer in front of him.

On the computer screen was the installation progress bar of that stupid software from America's military.

After countless complaints and curses from the soldiers, the stupid software engineering team finally developed the PC version.

Along with the PC version, some other features were also integrated.

Features include sending pictures and files, and a built-in email account.

All I can say is that these people have finally become like human beings.

Lin Yi took another USB drive from the drawer, plugged it into another computer, logged into his Gmail account, and found the design drawings for the communication module in the folder on the USB drive.

I dragged it into my email, then found Eisent's contact information in the junk software and sent him a message.

[Mr. Eisent, the exterior drawings, communication module, and battery module diagrams for the drone have been sent to your email. The document unlock password remains the same. Please check your inbox!]

…………

Qatar.

Udeid Air Base.

Eisent had just stepped off the plane and hadn't even had a chance to exchange a few pleasantries with the people who came to pick him up when his phone chimed.

He quickly took out his phone and found that the notification sound came from that incredibly difficult-to-use software.

When he opened the software again, he saw the message sent by the Japanese man named Adolf.

[Mr. Eisent, the exterior drawings, communication module, and battery module diagrams for the drone have been sent to your email. The document unlock password remains the same. Please check your inbox!]

Upon reading the message, the former Marine Corps officer's brain went completely blank.

That sentence was all he could think about.

The drone's exterior design, communication module, and battery module drawings have been sent to your email!
If I remember correctly, he had just discussed it with Benjamin yesterday and given them the exact order to design and produce drones.

yesterday!

He swiped his finger up and quickly found yesterday's chat history.

I checked the time the message was sent and then calculated the current time.

All told, it didn't exceed 24 hours!

This Japanese guy is efficient; he deserves to make money!
After digesting the news, Eisent straightened his back considerably.

With these things, he'll have more confidence when he meets Benjamin later.

Just then, a young officer walked over, stared at Eisent for a moment, and then extended his right hand:

“Lieutenant Colonel Eisent, this is Parker McCain. I have been ordered by General Benjamin to come and greet you.”

"this way please!"

Led by Parker, the two quickly arrived at Benjamin's office. They knocked on the door, received a response, and then Parker opened the door and gestured for Eisent to come in.

As Eisent entered the office, he immediately spotted Benjamin sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee and enjoying the sunshine.

Across from him was a cup of coffee. Hearing the noise, Benjamin looked up, but didn't speak. He merely glanced at Eisent, then pointed to the coffee in front of him:
"your!"

The coffee was ordinary, and a little cold.

Eisent downed his coffee in one gulp, sat down directly opposite Benjamin, then pulled a small notebook from his pocket, wrote down his username and password, and pushed the notebook in front of Benjamin.
"General, before I got off the plane, that Japanese man named Adolf sent me the exterior drawings of the drone, the design drawings of the communication module, and the battery module."

"Please log in to this email address and take a look. I didn't bring my computer."

puff--

The sudden words startled Benjamin, causing him to spit out his coffee.

After coughing a few times while clutching her chest, and once she had calmed down, General America immediately looked up:

"You mean, this Japanese person produced the design drawings in less than 24 hours?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"They had done similar research before, and you just happened to contact them, so they gave you this data, right?"

“That should be it!” Eisen nodded, echoing Benjamin’s words.

If that's not the case, then the Japanese person created blueprints in just one night that would take others months or even years to produce.

This person is no longer human!
Benjamin reached for the slip of paper with his account and password written on it, returned to his computer, and logged into his email.

My inbox was completely empty except for one encrypted email.

Download and enter the file unlock code.

Unlock the file and begin decompression.

Soon, a brand new folder appeared before his eyes, and inside the new folder were three folders.

[Exterior View!]

[Communication module schematics!]

[Battery module schematics!]

Benjamin dragged the mouse and immediately clicked on the appearance image.

As the software finished running, an image of the small drone appeared before his eyes.

The drone has a white fuselage, a quadcopter structure, and is approximately 15 centimeters long and 15 centimeters wide. There are two small lenses on the bottom of the drone.

The second exterior view is identical to the first, except that it has many more annotations.

Every exposed part and button is followed by a straight line and a note.

After staring at the annotations for a while, Benjamin's attention fell on the two lenses below the drone.

According to the markings on the exterior image, the lens is a standard optical lens that supports 1080p HD recording.

The lens below is an infrared lens.

Upon seeing the infrared camera, Benjamin whistled softly.

Night battles are the type of combat America hates the most. With this aid, America's soldiers should actually enjoy night battles.

After looking at the camera markings, he flipped through a few more pictures and finally found what he was looking for—the drone's payload.

General America was very disappointed to discover that the object could only carry 200 grams.

200 grams of explosives can't do anything!
200 explosives can't blow up an airplane!

You can't blow up the wall!
But soon, the disappointment in his eyes vanished without a trace, leaving only ecstasy.

Small drones can only carry 200 grams, so what if we make them bigger?

If we make it bigger, we can carry more.

I'll give that Japanese guy my demands later, and make him remove all those unnecessary functions and increase the drone's payload capacity.

Benjamin, you're so smart!

After closing the exterior view, he then opened the diagrams for the communication module and battery module.

Benjamin wasn't from a technical branch of the military, and after staring at the two objects for a while, he still couldn't figure out what they were.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and logged into his private email account.

Next, I dragged the diagrams of the communication module and battery module into the email and sent them to two different email addresses.

After sending the email, he promptly deleted the email sending record.

After he finished everything, he sat back down in front of Eisent:

"Lieutenant Colonel Eisent, you will be in charge of the logistics coordination of the Central Theater Command's frontline command from now on."

After exchanging pleasantries, Benjamin got up and walked to his desk. He bent down, took out an ID card from the desk drawer, and tossed it casually into Eisent's hand.

While Eisent was playing with the identity card, Benjamin spoke up again:
"By the way, add the requirements for the drone to that Japanese guy."

"Take down all those useless, nonsensical features and increase the load capacity."

The voice grew louder, and Eisent put away the card: "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

…………

Washington.

Baroque looked at the message that popped up in his email and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Sure enough, if you want to make money, you still have to go to the front-line combat units.

Only by reaching the front-line combat units can one freely allocate resources, easily write various reports, and then use these reports to raise money in Washington.

Why can't I have such a good opportunity?
That's enough!

If you want to make money, you have to scheme against others, which is a complete waste of time!

He sighed, then manipulated the mouse, selected the email, and forwarded it.

As for the recipient of the repost, it was Smith.

After the email was sent, his phone was immediately handed to Smith.

In Los Angeles, Smith was lying in a cozy embrace when his cell phone suddenly rang. He quickly told the woman beside him to shut up.

Only after the sound subsided did he pick up the phone and look at the contact on the screen.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it wasn't his wife, but his former boss.

He quickly answered the phone, his voice dripping with obsequiousness as he asked:
"General, what is it?"

"Take a look at the email I sent you, then find the Xiaomi Heavy Industry company mentioned in the email and have them manufacture the product!"

After saying what he wanted to say, Baroque hung up the phone.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Smith immediately broke free from the comfort of the place and returned to his room upstairs as quickly as possible.

He took his computer out of the safe, turned it on, and downloaded the emails.

After reading the email attachment, Smith suddenly raised his fist and punched himself in the forehead.

"Why didn't I think about making money from this? If I had these projects, I could have made a fortune."

After finishing his self-talk, Smith checked the relevant emails, found Lin Yi's email address, and clicked send.

A notification popped up indicating successful delivery. He then took out his phone and sent a message to Lin Yi, who was thousands of miles away:
[New order, start production immediately!]

(End of this chapter)