Huang Qiyang: What are you planning to use this design for?
Luofeng: Many high-altitude jobs can actually make use of it. For example, maintaining high-voltage lines, which is a very dangerous task.
Huang Qiyang: Then at what price do you plan to sell it?
Luofeng: Our Blue Future won’t make a dime from this. The price definitely won’t be expensive, but we’ll sign a recycling agreement and prohibit the disassembly of graphene batteries. Once disassembled, the battery core will self-destruct.
Huang Qiyang: That’s no problem. Your Blue Future can discuss this with the Daxia officials themselves.
Luofeng: By the way, let’s deploy the extended-range version of the flying motorcycle in Capital City, Shu City, Shanghai, Shuangqing as trial spots.
Luofeng: Is there no problem with this?
Huang Qiyang: It’s a good thing, no problem at all. I’ll help you apply, and it can be approved today. How many units do you plan to deploy?
Luofeng: Four units per city initially, all under the guise of donations from Blue Future, and we’ll add more in the future.
Luofeng: By the way, help me connect this with the military, sell it to them so they can patrol the border.
Huang Qiyang: You don’t need to say it. I already thought of that.
Huang Qiyang: Actually, the military already has related plans. They’ve designed a larger flying motorcycle with greater endurance and carrying capacity.
Luofeng: Damn it.
But they’ve only designed the plan and still need Luofeng’s graphene batteries.
Luofeng: Can I entrust them to develop the third-generation flying motorcycle?
Huang Qiyang: You decide for yourself.
Huang Qiyang sent over a version designed by the War Department.
Luofeng looked and gave it high praise.
After all, it’s a War Department product!
Overall, it still has traces of the second generation, but it sacrificed a great deal of comfort for increased safety. They’ve even designed a bulletproof version.
Luofeng: This design doesn’t make me very happy.
Huang Qiyang: The War Department’s design naturally considers safety and practicality over comfort. What are you thinking?
.......
On the twenty-third of July.
At ten in the morning, Luofeng drove his Lamborghini Urus to Modu International Airport.
The poor study performer Lin Xiaoyun finally passed his retake, so the three brothers came to Shanghai to hang out with Luofeng.
At the arrival gate for domestic passengers, Luofeng took the initiative to greet them, "Over here!"
"Brother Feng!" Li Bo Kai immediately greeted.
Chen Dali and Lin Xiaoyun also extended their greetings separately.
In the garage, Lin Xiaoyun said, "Brother Feng, how about I drive?"
Luofeng hadn’t refused yet.
Chen Dali and Li Bo Kai directly rejected the idea.
"Let’s just forget it. Why give your own brother trouble?" Chen Dali made complaints.
Li Bo Kai exaggerated further, "I’m someone who’s going to win a Nobel Prize in the future. What you’re doing is stifling a Nobel Prize winner, and you’ll be cursed across the internet! Not driving is actually contributing to the country."
"Damn it, I’m speechless!" Lin Xiaoyun was left without words.
Luofeng said, "I think safety first. This Lamborghini Urus isn’t some high-performance sports car; nothing too exciting. It’s really no match for a top-spec Porsche Cayenne."
Chen Dali in the passenger seat said, "Lin Xiaoyun has awakened three strange attributes again, his Cullinan has already been hit three times."
Li Bo Kai nodded, "Exactly, that’s why I get really nervous letting Lin Xiaoyun drive!"
"It’s not me, don’t spread lies!" Lin Xiaoyun couldn’t admit, "Although these things have indeed happened, every time it wasn’t my fault."
Luofeng booked a Farmer’s Banquet for lunch.
Since Lin Xiaoyun was coming over, he naturally invited Lin Wanting with slender calves and plump thighs.
This Beauty hasn’t been seen in a long time.
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