Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 350 That guy is a tortoise! ​​(Second update!)

After organizing his thoughts, he asked:
"In other words, if someone buys your drone, wants to build a suicide drone, and wants to send this thing to your territory."

"Your drones will go straight back to his base with bombs, right?"

"Smart!" Lin Yi didn't hold back his praise, giving a thumbs up and nodding enthusiastically.

Having received verbal confirmation, Fahbad raised his right hand and gently patted his chest:

"That's fine, that's fine."

"To be honest, this thing doesn't help us much. It's a complete waste for the people we have to use it."

"The best people to use this thing are the special forces of small countries. They can use these drones to guide artillery attacks, or they can carry some shells themselves and load them onto the drones to launch attacks."

“There aren’t many countries in the Middle East with this need. Türkiye is one, and Iran is half.”

"I was just hesitating, wondering if there would be problems if I sold this to Türkiye."

"But since you've said that, there's definitely no problem."

"Then I feel more confident!"

Upon hearing Fahbad's words, Lin Yi rolled his eyes several times.

What does it mean to worry?

What are you worried about? You're only worried about not being able to sell your stuff.

After pressing his forehead with his hand for a while, Lin Yi added:

"Not only Türkiye, but also the group operating in northern Iraq, you can sell to them as well."

"Once they get their hands on it, I'll mark out the air defense zone. If they dare to launch the drones, I'll just burn the hardware."

When such an outrageous plan reached Fahbad's ears, it startled the 20-something Arab man. He stared wide-eyed and slowly turned around, wanting to offer his opinion.

But only when he opened his mouth did he suddenly realize that Arabic was at a loss for words at this moment, and he couldn't find suitable words or proverbs to describe it.

Finally, he opened his mouth and, in broken Mandarin, expressed his admiration for Lin Yi:

"A ruthless man!"

While the two were chatting, Mao Xiaofei had finished testing the drone and collected the test data. He then walked up to Lin Yi and handed him the list of test items:
"Senior, as planned before we left, the satellite-based drone test has been completed."

"There are only two items left. Do you think we should just merge these two items?"

Lin Yi's eyes widened as he made out the last two items on the test list.

[Simulating nighttime flight in everyday use!]

[Simulating long-distance transport flights in everyday use!]

Upon realizing that these were the two projects, Lin Yi felt a bit overwhelmed.

These two projects are both easy and difficult, depending on how you look at them.

The reason is that in daily use, there is an additional element of randomness compared to factory testing conditions.

No one knows what will happen next. Maybe a bird will suddenly appear in front of it, see the drone as a new meal, and snatch it away.

Perhaps it was raining heavily.

Perhaps a strong wind had blown up from the sky.

Perhaps someone disliked the drone and used a slingshot to knock it down.

Perhaps all of these situations will occur at the same time.

In short, all the extreme conditions that manufacturers can imagine are rendered useless in the face of this randomness.

This randomness is amplified infinitely at night.

If transportation is added on top of that, the randomness will be even greater, and whether it can withstand it depends entirely on the capabilities of the drones.

Lin Yi looked away from the list and nodded: "Let's do the test!"

How do you plan to take the test?

When asked how to conduct the test, Mao Xiaofei quickly grabbed a map from the side and, using the afterglow of the setting sun, spread it out in front of Lin Yi:
"The straight-line distance from our location to our factory is about 30 kilometers."

"It takes about 24 minutes for a drone to take off from here and get to our factory, even at the fastest speed."

"My idea is to equip the drone with counterweights and then make it travel in a straight line at the fastest speed, directly back to the company from here."

"We'll head back to the company from here once the drone lands at the company."

"what do you think?"

After hearing the proposal, Lin Yi shook his head under Mao Xiaofei's eager gaze:

"not good!"

Mao Xiaofei was somewhat frustrated after Lin Yi rejected his plan. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Yi preemptively asked him, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if five one-kilogram counterweights fell from a height of one or two hundred meters and hit people or cars?"

What kind of public opinion environment will we find ourselves in next?

Two consecutive questions gradually cooled down Mao Xiaofei's excitement over the successful test.

The daytime tests have already proven the drone's excellence; it's a revolutionary product.

And their names will surely follow in the footsteps of the drones and spread throughout the world.

There's no need to make things difficult for yourself at this critical juncture.

If a safety accident really occurs, it will be bad for me and bad for the company.

If anyone brings up old grievances in the future, they'll be severely punished, if not killed.

Thinking of all this, Mao Xiaofei let out a soft breath and then asked again:
"Then we won't test it?"

"Measure!" Lin Yi uttered a single word, then turned his back to the sun and pointed to the distant lake surface, which was filled with the sunset:
"When we get off the island later, we'll control the vehicle to start first, and go to the intersection on the other side of the lake that leads into the city. We'll then remotely control the drone to take off from there."

"The drone, equipped with counterweights, skimmed the water's edge as it advanced."

"From the bridgehead to the intersection on the other side, it's about fourteen or fifteen kilometers. Such a distance is more than enough to support the test data."

Reminded of this, Mao Xiaofei quickly turned his gaze to the distant lake.

As the sun sets, the temperature in the lake area begins to drop, and the breeze caused by the temperature difference creates slight ripples on the lake surface, which is very beautiful.

More importantly, there is no one on the lake!

The drone can fly at the maximum speed limit without worry.

"I understand!" Mao Xiaofei nodded, turned around, and began to tell people to pack their things.

In less than 10 minutes, all personnel and equipment were on board and they returned along the same route they had come from.

Upon arriving at the bridgehead connecting Xishan Island, the convoy split into two, with Mao Xiaofei leading three pickup trucks at high speed.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded and darkness completely enveloped the ground, the indicator light on the drone, which had been quietly placed by the roadside, lit up.

This was started remotely.

The drone slowly ascended, adjusted its altitude, and then, under the watchful eyes of Lin Yi and the others, disappeared into the darkness like an arrow. Watching the drone disappear into the night, Lin Yi waved his hand: "Let's go! Let's go back!"

Across the lake, with the help of a control terminal, Mao Xiaofei easily operated four drones. In the footage transmitted by the drones, these four drones were flying at an extremely high speed close to the water.

The distance of 14 kilometers takes only about 10 minutes from takeoff to landing.

As soon as the drone landed, the others rushed forward and hurriedly lifted the drone and control terminal onto the pickup truck. They waited at the intersection for a short while before Lin Yi's convoy arrived.

The two convoys merged and headed together toward Xiaomi's heavy industry factory.

This time, they floored the accelerator, completely transforming into airplanes on the ground.

After the convoy entered the factory, the security personnel closed the gates, isolating the other two worlds.

As the main gate closed, on the fourth floor of a self-built building in the opposite urban village, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance slowly drew the curtains.

The curtains weren't completely drawn; a small gap remained.

The man stood by the window, looking through the gap in the curtains at the brightly lit factory in the distance.

As he looked around, he pulled out a pack of soft blue cigarettes from his left chest, opened it, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it; he just held it in his mouth.

So the man stood by the window for two hours, but didn't see the movement he wanted to see. Then he took out a lighter and lit the soft blue-yellow cigarette in his mouth.

After taking a deep breath of the top-quality cigarette, the man finished half of the soft blue and yellow one, exhaled the smoke from his lungs, left the window, and returned to the old computer in the center of the living room.

I loosened up my fingers and started typing on the old computer keyboard.

In just a few minutes, an English report of about 300 words was completed.

After checking for grammatical errors, the man logged into his email and sent out the English report.

…………

America, George Bush Intelligence Center, Virginia.

As soon as he arrived at work, Durant, a mail collector in the East Asia intelligence group, received a large number of emails from the East Asia region.

He opened each email, pasted and copied them into a new document.

After copying all the emails, I reformatted the new document, checked each one to make sure I hadn't made any copying or pasting mistakes, then closed my email account and printed the copied document.

With a creaking sound, the printer finally spat out the last document.

Durant eagerly grabbed the documents and carefully checked them one by one. After confirming that everything was correct, he bound the documents according to the email directory.

After binding, the documents were put into a folder, and then, carrying the folder, I walked towards the intelligence processing center.

As soon as they stepped inside, before they could even speak, a scream rang out from the intelligence processing center:
"Damn Durant, can you please get your informants to do some proper research? Stop making baseless accusations and stop sending us spam emails all the time! Please!"

"I still haven't finished reading the document you gave me yesterday."

"I seriously doubt that the information those guys provided was actually just what they imagined in their minds, because it's completely unverifiable and quite outrageous."

The shouts from the people in the intelligence processing center did not awaken Durant's conscience. He calmly handed the documents to the clerk he was working with.

After filling in the information, he whistled at the people in the intelligence processing center, turned around, and returned to his workstation.

The people at the intelligence processing center looked at the folder Durant left behind, and tears immediately streamed down their faces.

The folder was very thick, about the size of a palm.

This means that the content inside is quite thick.

To die.

"A high-ranking official's mistress is going to America? And planning to buy a villa in the Great Lakes region? This is good information. We can send someone to rip her off."

"This is...another international student..."

"How come they even have information about a sex party? Are they crazy?"

"This is... a day in the life of Lin Yi, chairman of Xiaomi Heavy Industry? Is this a diary or... surveillance footage?"

"Hmm? Xiaomi Heavy Industry? Let me see, Director Navarro has been mentioning this name a lot these past few days, let me see what it is."

Amidst a cacophony of noise, the intelligence was handed over to the head of the intelligence processing center.

The person in charge took the intelligence report and read it from beginning to end. However, after reading it, the smile on his face disappeared and turned into anger.

With a thud, he slammed the paper intelligence document on the table, followed by a string of curses:
"Those bastards who do fieldwork, they're recruiting new members. Can't they be a little more serious when assigning tasks?!"

"What kind of intelligence is this?"

"Isn't this just an access control record?"

"After all that, they took the CIA's funding, and all they gave us was a door access record, and one that was viewed from a great distance. What kind of beasts are these?"

"How could they possibly accept the money?"

After venting his anger for a while, the head of the intelligence processing center regained control of the intelligence.

Although the intelligence was of little use, the order to monitor Xiaomi Heavy Industries was personally given by Director Navarro. Even if the intelligence was poor, it had to be sent up.

After obtaining several other intelligence reports, the head of the intelligence processing center placed the report on Xiaomi Heavy Industry at the top. Only then did he dare to deliver the report to Navarro's office.

In the director's office, Navarro was leisurely sipping coffee and reading today's newspaper.

Hearing the movement of the head of the intelligence processing center, he pointed to the table in front of him:

"Put it here!"

After putting down the documents, the head of the intelligence processing center didn't rush to leave. Instead, he stood to the side, hunching his shoulders, and asked in a low voice:
"Mr. Navarro, would you like to take a look first?"

Reminded by him, Navarro put down his newspaper and coffee and picked up the intelligence report.

After only a few glances, he immediately cursed, "These damned bastards took our money and did nothing!"

"What kind of intelligence is this?"

"If this is intelligence, why don't I just install a camera? After all, this thing only contains text, while a camera captures images."

"These damn guys!"

Despite his criticism, Navarro patiently read through the intelligence report.

After reading it, he cursed even more fiercely.

After venting his anger for over twenty minutes, he waved to the head of the intelligence processing center who had been standing beside him, signaling him to leave first.

After everyone left, he picked up the phone on the table and called the president's office, getting the call into Price's hands.

As soon as Price's voice came over, Navarro delivered a heavy blow:
“Mr. Price, our plan may be in jeopardy.”

"According to the intelligence sent back by the people I assigned, that guy is like a tortoise; he never goes out."

“His relatives were also imprisoned by him.”

"However, the European Space Agency did not send an invitation to Xiaomi Heavy Industry as we requested."

"In short, everything is going in a bad direction."

(End of this chapter)