Chapter 1,332 Who Could It Be?
After the convoy drove onto the road, it slowly increased in height and entered the maglev track.
As the overseas exports of Miraejin Heavy Industries' magnetic levitation road piles gradually expand, there are no longer any vehicles on the roads in Tokyo, because most vehicles except buses and trams are floating in the sky. Now not only Rulka Group, but also internationally renowned car brands such as Mercedes-Benz, Volkswagen, Tesla, Toyota, etc. have also begun to enter the maglev car market.
The core of maglev technology is mainly on the road pillars driven under the road. The technical difficulties in maglev cars are not particularly big. After obtaining relevant technology licenses from Future Heavy Industries, top international automobile manufacturers with their own R&D laboratories have been able to produce cars that meet road standards.
Knowing that it is impossible for one person to eat this huge cake, Jiang Chen is not too stingy in technology licensing, just like when he liberalized the licensing of semiconductor graphene technology. Fifty percent of the world's chips now use derivatives developed based on the architecture provided by Futureman Technology. The same goes for maglev cars, but what's even more exaggerated is that almost 100% of maglev cars use "future standards."
In addition to allowing major automobile manufacturers to label themselves as Future People Heavy Industries, this situation has also brought huge profits to Future People Group.
Take Mercedes-Benz as an example. Every time Mercedes-Benz produces a maglev series car, it not only needs to pass the quality certification of Future Heavy Industries before it can be launched in the relevant country's automobile market, but also needs to pay the national tax of the vehicle to Future Heavy Industries, which provides technology authorization. 1% of the previous selling price is used as technology licensing fee.
In the car, Jiang Chen called Aisha and the others to report that they were safe.
Just when he was about to hang up the phone, a call came right after him.
Looking at the name on the holographic screen, Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, stretched out his index finger and pressed the connect button.
"Is that plane yours?" Nayef couldn't wait to ask as soon as the call was connected.
"Plane?" Jiang Chen looked confused and couldn't react for a while, "Which plane are you talking about?"
Aurora-20? Or a Russian fighter jet?
He instinctively linked Nayef's words to the situation in Syria.
Hearing the confusion in Jiang Chen's words, Nayef looked strange.
"...You don't have access to the Internet?"
"I just arrived in Tokyo now,
Still in the car, surfing the Internet. "Jiang Chen sweated.
"Wait a minute, I'll send you an address, you can see for yourself..."
After leaving these words, Nayef hung up the phone.
Not long after, his watch buzzed and an email was sent to Jiang Chen's email.
There was only one link in the email, and judging from the domain name, it should be a video of Youtu Turtle.
Full of questions, Jiang Chen clicked on the video.
The video is probably a waiting room at an airport.
Probably because it was shot with a mobile phone, the video quality is very poor. The person who shot the video is obviously not a professional photographer, and the camera shakes quite a lot. However, what is unscientific is that the number of visits is simply sky-high.
Jiang Chen paid attention to the time when the video was uploaded.
In less than an hour, the number of views exceeded one million.
No matter how large the flow of Youtu Turtle is, this number is really a bit too astonishing.
At this moment, Jiang Chen was suddenly stunned.
Because he saw a familiar figure in the video.
Isn’t this my Sky G100?
Jiang Chen had a dumbfounded expression on his face. He probably guessed why Nayev called. The words on the phone were so serious that he thought there was something wrong on the Syrian side. After all, after the mercenaries from Madagascar arrived in Syria, the Aurora-20 from Starlink Trading would fly over every day to "check in."
Jiang Chen slid his finger across the screen and quickly glanced at the comments under the video.
Many people have recognized it from the logo on the aircraft as a product of Future Heavy Industries. Although they are no longer surprised by the black technology of the Future Man Group, the public still marveled at his ability to travel by aerospace plane.
[The rich are cheating, they use aerospace planes to travel far away]
[I just want to know how much this plane costs? Even though I know I can’t afford it...]
[Haha, interesting, Future Heavy Industries has begun to compete with Gulfstream for business. Following the automobile industry, aviation companies will also usher in a bloody storm! 】
[To be honest, if this thing was not expensive, it would sell like crazy...]
[I feel like my future has been contracted by future people. 】
【……】
Looking at the comments, Jiang Chen smiled, shook his head, and called Nayev back.
"My friend, now you know which plane I am talking about." Nayef smiled.
"I know," Jiang Chen made a helpless expression, "Let me guess, you also plan to have a fight?"
"Come on the cross!"
Almost choking on his own saliva, Jiang Chen coughed dryly to cover up his ears.
"Do you know how much that thing costs?"
"How much?" Nayef was stunned for a moment.
"I will waive the personnel training and supporting maintenance equipment for you. This Sky-100 is probably equivalent to five Gulfstream G650s."
Five Gulfstreams? !
Nayef's brows jumped sharply.
Even if the Saudi royal family is indeed rich, it is still royal money. Now the old king is quite pleased with him. If nothing else happens, he should be the next king. But if he spends more than S$3 billion to buy ten private jets and keep them there, the old king will have some opinions about him.
"Then... let's get two." Nayef struggled for a while and decided to pay for it out of his own pocket. "I want a black one. You know, black represents nobility in our country. One of them needs to be plated with my father's name in gold. , I plan to give it to my father as a birthday gift..."
As the richest man in the world, the old king lacked for everything. Nayef has to take great pains for his birthday every year because he really doesn’t know what to give him. The year before last, he gave an elephant as a gift, and last year his brother gave a tiger as a gift. This year, he seems to have added a lion. He can't continue to give pets as a gift next year, right? The palace has almost turned into a zoo!
"Ahem, please send the specific request to my email," Jiang Chen interrupted, "I can't remember it in the car now."
"Thank you! My friend," Nayef said gratefully, "you have been of great help to me this time."
Is it that serious?
Jiang Chen couldn't help but shook his head and hung up the phone.
The hotel he is staying in is one of his assets and is only two streets away from Tokyo's New National Stadium. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, you can even overlook the runway and green field inside the hotel.
After the hotel waiter came to the room, Jiang Chen threw his formal clothes on the hanger. Just as he was about to take a shower and then lie down to rest for a while, the bodyguard standing guard downstairs called his watch and said that someone claimed to be a receptionist sent by the government.
Recalling what Foreign Minister Kishida said at the airport exit, Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and said casually.
"Let him come up."
"yes."
Who is the one?
He was curious.