Amid pregnant silence, all eyes converged on Ming Xiuwei, encompassing even the few individuals he had brought along. The collective reaction was disbelief as if they had misheard: a staggering two million yuan per ton.
Sensing the weight of the situation, Ming Xiuwei's countenance turned apologetic, and he hastened to clarify, addressing Mr Liu, "Please understand, Mr Liu. The reason behind the seemingly exorbitant price lies in the exceptional quality of this metal. It is tailor-made for the military and defence industries, and its applications extend far beyond just engines and aircraft. We require copious amounts of this metal for diverse weaponry and equipment."
"However," he continued, "I must acknowledge that a price of twenty million yuan per ton is indeed steep. At such a cost, the utilization of this metal would be severely limited. Only a select few state-of-the-art weapons and equipment could afford it. But if we could reduce the price to a more moderate two million yuan per ton, it would revolutionize everything."
His words were laden with sincerity and remorse. Ming Xiuwei conveyed the essence of the spirit that had driven generations of military workers—a dedication to the cause of national defence and the advancement of the military industry. Their lives had been devoted to this selfless pursuit, expecting nothing in return, their sole desire being to elevate the capabilities of their nation's military and defence systems. With the advent of super metals like this, their aspirations were finally within reach.
The key to progress, however, lay in the accessibility of the metal. Only when it could be procured in substantial quantities would the military and defence industries experience rapid development, catapulting them to new heights within a short span of time.
Liu Yong, wise enough to discern the passion and commitment that emanated from Ming Xiuwei, pondered the situation for a significant period before surprisingly nodding in agreement.
"Very well, then let it be two million yuan per ton," he proclaimed.
The response elicited astonishment from the others present and even from Ming Xiuwei, who stared at Liu Yong in utter disbelief. After a momentary daze, he burst into ecstatic jubilation, exclaiming, "This is fantastic, truly marvellous!"
Three consecutive "Greats" resounded through the room, underscoring the depth of Ming Xiuwei's elation.
Beside him, an elderly expert with silver-grey hair and a pair of presbyopic glasses, who had dedicated his entire life to the gunship industry, rose from his seat, slightly trembling. With utmost reverence, he approached Liu Yong and offered a profound bow. Mr Liu, your contribution to the cause of national defence and the military industry is immeasurable."
Despite his many years of experience, the seasoned expert's eyes glistened with tears, and this humble bow was a genuine expression of gratitude from the depths of his heart.
In the world of cutting-edge military technologies and dreams of possessing extraordinary metal materials, Liu Yong had spent a lifetime yearning for super metals. Now, that very dream had manifested into reality, with a price tag of 2 million yuan per ton.
Liu Yong's eyes gleamed excitedly as he supported the aging expert, Old Qi. Humble and appreciative of the opportunity, Liu Yong replied, "Old Qi, I dare not be, I dare not be."
Gently guiding Mr Qi to the sofa, Liu Yong continued, "The price is two million per ton. If there's an urgent need, I can arrange to deliver over 30 tons in the upcoming week. Completing the delivery should pose no significant challenges."
"Thank you, Mr. Liu," expressed Ming Xiuwei gratefully, standing up to shake hands with Liu Yong.
The path forward seemed clear and promising, with the price negotiations smoothly concluded.
Over an hour, every intricate detail was meticulously discussed. By noon, Liu Yong cordially invited everyone to a sumptuous meal, fostering camaraderie and setting the stage for signing a formal contract in the afternoon.
With all tasks accomplished, Liu Yong saw off Ming Xiuwei and the others, basking in the sense of fulfilment as he settled back into his spacious and comfortable office.
Liu Yong pondered, musing over the reasonable price of 2 million yuan. Indeed, the seabed harboured a wealth of this extraordinary metal, with tens of thousands of tons lying amidst the wreckage of various spaceships alone.
Metal fragments were weighing in the tens, hundreds, or even thousands of tons scattered outside the damaged areas, just waiting for the command to be transported.
In tune with his thoughts, Liu Yong established a telepathic connection with Bawang, the enigmatic entity aiding him in various tasks. He ordered, "Bawang, I have a task for you. Move two to three hundred to grey-black-black metal from that enormous hole and store it in the seaside warehouse."
Meanwhile, the Overlord was delighting in a grand feast of a giant octopus within its temporary cave. With the remains of the massive cephalopod already devoured, the creature, weighing thousands of tons itself, eagerly responded, "Master, I'm on my way."
The Overlord swam gracefully out of its cavern, quickly reaching the massive round hole. It paused momentarily, surveying the surroundings before descending deeper into the abyss. As it approached the bottom, the Overlord was pleasantly surprised to encounter yet another giant octopus.
It had been a lucky day indeed!
Although several giant octopuses were inhabiting the cave before, they had been hunted and killed by the Overlord, causing the remaining ones to flee. But now, another one stood before it.
Unperturbed, the Overlord's determination remained steadfast—the giant octopus was its rightful prey.
With a swift approach, the Overlord engaged the unexpected visitor. The giant octopus, wary of the intrusion, assumed a defensive stance, waving its numerous arms and legs in a show of force.
Unfazed, the Overlord pressed on, biting down with tremendous force and razor-sharp teeth, not caring for the octopus's warning.
Having secured a supply of grey-black metal at the bottom of the massive cave, the Overlord carefully returned the giant octopus to its temporary resting place. Then, with its mission in mind, it collected the metal pieces, large and small, weighing over a hundred tons, filling its massive mouth.
The creature even wielded its front paw to grasp the most significant pieces. Satisfied with the haul, the Overlord exited the colossal hole, embarking on its journey back to Huahai City, where Liu Yong eagerly awaited the fruits of its labour.
In the bustling city of Beijing, a scene unfolded inside a specific dignified office, leaving military personnel in awe. Seated in that room were three distinguished figures, all prominent military leaders whose appearances were not unfamiliar to the public, often gracing the television screens with their authoritative presence.
Engaged in a calm conversation, their attention was centred around an intriguing subject - super metals. Resting on the sturdy desk before them, a small but weighty sample, weighing approximately one or two kilograms, served as a tangible representation of this extraordinary material.
"Old Yu, Lao Xu, and Liu Yong managed to lower the price to 2 million per ton; it truly exceeded my expectations," one of them remarked, his voice tinged with surprise.
"Indeed, I too found it rather astonishing," another chimed in, nodding thoughtfully.
"The price plunge to 2 million per ton is undoubtedly a tremendous boon for us," added the third, his eyes gleaming excitedly.
"Certainly, it's fantastic news. This development reveals that Liu Yong possesses a keen awareness and isn't solely driven by profit-seeking motives," remarked the first speaker, a sense of admiration evident in his tone.
The trio exchanged nods and appreciative glances, collectively acknowledging Liu Yong's praiseworthy actions and the immense potential of the super metal they were now discussing. As their conversation continued, weaving between discussions about Liu Yong and the remarkable properties of the excellent metal, their collective approval only grew.
After a while, one of them couldn't help but let his curiosity surface, momentarily breaking the conversation flow. "I wonder, where did Liu Yong obtain the super metal he possesses?" he inquired, his eyes momentarily flickering with intrigue as he sought the insights of his companions.
Awaiting their response, he turned his gaze towards the other two seated figures, eager to delve deeper into the enigmatic origins of this extraordinary substance.
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