She pushed an application docunt towards Zhou Qingfeng and said firmly, "I want to invest in ’Holy Light.’ This is my sincerity."
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the application with so surprise.
Jennifer’s private money was no small amount—more than 20 million US Dollars, enough to tempt anyone.
He couldn’t help but ask, "Why? You could live much easier; why co to ?"
"My father said I must find a job, even if the salary is low." Jennifer smiled slyly, "So, I’ll be your secretary. You won’t refuse, right?"
"Of course not."
"My father also said that you have substantial funds, extensive connections, and a secret but powerful background. As long as you’re not too stupid, following you will lead to success."
Jennifer paused and pointed to so docunts on the desk, "Moreover, you’ve already got the ’Low Altitude Authorization and Notification Capability System’ approval from the Federal Aviation Administration of the United States.
’Holy Light’ has also joined the Administration’s ’Advanced Air Mobility’ program and received its first round of support funds.
Although it’s just 2 million US Dollars, it represents official recognition."
Zhou Qingfeng followed her gaze to those docunts, feeling puzzled. How did these approvals co about?
Many of ’Holy Light’s affairs were handled by Kelly, and that annoying Monica also played a key role.
The latter managed to secure these unattainable approvals easily through connections with the Departnt of Holand Security.
"Do you know?" Jennifer continued, "My father holds you in high regard. He said you have no background, but that’s precisely your greatest advantage.
You’ve beco a white glove for so force, and ’Pioneer Holdings’ is happy to join the fray and buy so original shares."
Zhou Qingfeng leaned back in his chair, hands crossed on his chest. He hadn’t expected that his casually started ’Holy Light’ would attract such attention.
Even more unexpected was that not only had he not spent all his money, but he was spending more and more.
After all, his real goal was to prepare for the end of the world; these worldly benefits were just passing fancies to him.
"Alright," Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, speaking lightly, "Since you have so much confidence in , let’s do it together. Shares are freely given; I don’t care anyway."
Jennifer’s eyes flashed with a hint of joy but quickly returned to calm. She nodded, stood up, and extended her hand, "Pleasure to work with you."
Zhou Qingfeng shook her hand, a slight smile on his lips. "Pleasure to work with you."
"From now on, I will be your secretary, and I will decide your daily work schedule." Jennifer smiled, finding the idea quite interesting.
Then, Marco, who had just arrived by elevator, saw a pretty girl coming to greet him. The president of ’Holy Light’ was not only a fellow young Chinese but also spoke first:
"I think your offer is too low; 2.4 million per unit is not enough to produce high-quality products.
I’ll give you 5 million per unit for the procurent price, with just one condition: produce and deliver as soon as possible, and send soone to the United States to help set up the company."
Marco was stunned, his first ti seeing a client who raised the price instead of lowering it, and by a full double — could this be a scam?
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Marco sat in Zhou Qingfeng’s spacious and bright office, holding a letter of intent, his eyes fixed on the numbers.
His fingers lightly slid over the paper, silently counting, "ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions...". He counted several tis to confirm he hadn’t seen wrong.
Five billion RMB.
’Holy Light’ plans to purchase one hundred low-altitude aircraft, totaling five billion RMB.
Though this included the full set of spare parts, maintenance, and training costs, the profit still made Marco’s heart race.
After all, this unit price was nearly double the market price!
He looked up at Zhou Qingfeng, sitting across from him.
The young boss wore a simple black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, with a casual smile on his face. Five billion RMB seed like pocket change.
"This is just a letter of intent, not a formal contract," Zhou Qingfeng said, "I will send soone to your company for an inspection and actual testing of your aircraft.
As long as it ets performance requirents, we will imdiately pay a deposit and procure. One hundred units is just an initial order; there will be more in the future."
"President Zhou, I have a question..." Marco couldn’t hold back, "Why are you raising the price?"
"Do you know what the price of a similar performance aircraft is in the United States? 2.4 million... US Dollars.
Even with tariffs, purchasing from your company at 5 million RMB is still one-third of the procurent cost in the United States.
I want high-quality products that can be delivered quickly. I also hope your company can hire more employees to et my needs as soon as possible."
Marco could hardly believe that there really were benevolent capitalists in the world. His mind churned, calculating the profits behind this order.
However, Zhou Qingfeng’s next words almost made him jump out of his chair.
"By the way, can you help hire people in mainland China?" Zhou Qingfeng continued, "I’m offering an annual salary of 100 to 150 thousand US Dollars for engineers.
They should be young, strong, energetic, and military experience is preferred. I need a team with excellent work ethic, endurance, and the ability to fight tough battles."
Marco was stunned, his mind in chaos. He couldn’t understand what kind of prodigal would spend money like this.
Offering double the unit price was already incredible, but hiring from mainland China too? Are there no suitable people in the United States? An annual salary of 100 thousand US Dollars is quite good even in the United States.
Converted to RMB, that’s a yearly inco of 700 thousand!
In China, a job with a monthly inco above 10 thousand can be bragged about, but a job with a monthly inco of 50 to 60 thousand would make people fight to get it.
Marco felt a strong sense of imbalance.
As the vice president of ’Electric Flight,’ his annual salary was not even 700 thousand RMB. Yet this young man in front of him offered such terms so casually.
While he was still digesting this information, Zhou Qingfeng threw out another heavyweight question, "By the way, Mr. Marco, how much to acquire your company?"
Marco nearly dropped the contract he was holding. He widened his eyes, thinking, "Could it be that I ca all this way just to et the new president of the company?"
’Electric Flight’ is a new company, established less than three years ago. Although technically strong, it has always been limited by financing difficulties, hindering significant developnt.
The dostic market is too competitive and hard to navigate, making it a struggle for everyone in the industry.
If the five billion RMB purchase of one hundred aircraft were used for acquisition, it would undoubtedly be enough to take over the company entirely.
This was also why Marco was particularly excited when he heard about the hundred-unit order – the company’s dozens of people combined weren’t worth five billion.
Marco took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He looked at Zhou Qingfeng and tentatively asked, "President Zhou, are you saying... you’re interested in acquiring our company?"
Zhou Qingfeng nodded, his tone still relaxed: "Yes, I believe your team and technology have great potential. Rather than just purchasing, we might as well acquire.
This way, we can better integrate resources and promote the developnt of the low-altitude economy."
Marco had mixed emotions. On one hand, he was excited because this ant that ’Electric Flight’ would have an unprecedented developntal opportunity;
On the other hand, he felt uneasy, as his position and future after the company’s acquisition remained unknown.
He was silent for a few seconds and cautiously said, "President Zhou, I need to discuss this with my team.
However, I have felt your sincerity. Whether it’s procurent or acquisition, we are very willing to cooperate with ’Holy Light’."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled, stood up, and extended his hand, "Then I’ll wait for your good news. I can send soone to inspect your products at any ti."
Marco shook his hand, feeling the strength in Zhou Qingfeng’s grip. He had a premonition that this trip to Miami would completely change the fate of ’Electric Flight.’
As he walked out of the office, Marco’s steps felt light. He looked up at Miami’s blue sky, silently sighing:
"This President Zhou, although young, has great courage! If all his promises co true, he must be soone who accomplishes great things."
In the office, Zhou Qingfeng leaned back in his chair, internally apologizing: "Sorry, Mr. Marco.
Aricans are unreliable, so I must recruit people from China. I can give a lot of money. I hope when the end of the world cos, you can handle things."
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