Chapter 1103 New Project Arrangement (Part 2)

Having dinner with the senior sister's family was something Guo Tailai could only wish for. After asking for the address, he rushed over quickly. Now is the time to get off work in the capital, the first traffic jam, it would be nice to be able to catch up in time.

Zhao Xiangbei and Mr. Ding were very pleasantly surprised that Guo Tailai was able to come. Seeing Fatty is like seeing a long-lost relative. Seeing Boss Ding happy to bring food to Fatty is closer than giving to his own daughter.

"This child has lost so much weight, how much has he suffered!" When he saw Guo Tailai's figure of less than two hundred catties, Boss Ding felt distressed for a while. Seeing Guo Tailai, who is used to a big belly, and seeing a youthful and energetic fat man in a T-shirt and jeans, I always feel uncomfortable.

Of course, Guo Tailai, a local specialty of the United States, will definitely give it away. Can you not bring some local souvenirs back after going out to play? Four people eating in a private room enjoyed themselves happily. If one only looked at the surface, it was clearly a family.

In fact, in their hearts, these four people already regard each other as their own family, but because of the psychological problems of the senior sister, no one can understand it.

It is rare for Zhao Xiangbei and Mr. Ding to have such a family reunion. This is especially true after my daughter joins the army. It is already very rare to be able to reunite with my daughter once a year. Today, even my son-in-law is here, I am so happy.

No one asked Zhao Yanyan why he was able to stay in the capital for a period of time. They all knew about military secrets. Even if he asked, Zhao Yanyan probably wouldn't answer.

"By the way, Aunt Ding." Guo Tailai recalled the production of the ultra-low temperature cold therapy device and the sleeping cabin. After collecting the data for more than half a year, it should be considered fruitful. Auntie, is your group interested? My paper is about to be published, and I have a patent in hand. If you are interested, you can use it for production.”

"What paper?" Zhao Yanyan became interested, took it over and looked at it, and immediately understood, and directly handed the paper to her mother: "Mom, Fatty has tried these two devices in our base, and the soldiers who have used them all say they are good. If your group produces well, it’s also in the category of medical care anyway.”

The daughter said it was good, let alone the handwriting of the fat son-in-law. Before the fat man casually said about slug mucus, now Yueke Group's medical adhesive has shocked countless eyeballs. Will the equipment made by Fatty himself be worse?

"Interested!" Boss Ding agreed without saying a word, and then said: "Leave the things to me! I'll see how to produce and sell them."

"Auntie, I still have blueprints over there, and I'll send them to you another day." Guo Tailai hurriedly prepared everything without even thinking about it.

"Okay!" Mr. Ding agreed with a smile: "I'll ask the production and sales teams to have a meeting when I go back to see how to promote it."

"Oh, that's easy to say." Guo Tailai said with a smile: "Let's say it is the special equipment of the Milan laboratory, the exclusive equipment of the Milan team and the Tottenham team. I dare not say anything else. Once the thing is launched, the big-name players in the world will definitely Will be very interested, staff will be set."

This kind of good thing that speeds up the recovery of injuries and physical fitness is not expensive. Those big-name players, and even all kinds of big-name athletes, will like this kind of nursing equipment. Just these people is a huge market. If you add gyms and some beauty care institutions around the world, the market will be hot!

Tell Mr. Ding about this, and Mr. Ding smiles happily. My son-in-law is different, just take out an item casually, originally to make up the number of papers for himself, and it can be sold all over the world.

Next to Mr. Zhao watched eagerly, with unspeakable greed, as if he wanted to stretch out his little hand to snatch the fat man over.

"Dad, so many guns designed by Fatty are not enough for you to produce?" Zhao Yanyan couldn't help but groaned when she saw it: "Isn't the most important thing for you now is to improve the production process and quality control? You still want Fatty's? thing?"

"Guns are good guns!" Zhao Xiangbei looked like he hated iron but steel: "You said that you can make a military car, fat man, but can't you make a military armored vehicle or a tank?"

"Dad!" Zhao Yanyan yelled directly in dissatisfaction.

"Being a man requires contentment!" Boss Ding glanced at Zhao Xiangbei with an angry look, "Isn't that many guns enough for you? Or Yan Yan is right, you have to do a good job in quality control, otherwise the fat man will design it well." The gun made by you can’t even compare to half of Fatty’s shooting accuracy, do you have the face to say that?”

Speaking of this, Zhao Xiangbei was full of grievances: "Is that a little bit of quality control? A complete system of materials, craftsmanship, processing, and assembly, plus cost control, is already good. Fatty does it. Guns, can our troops equip them?"

"Uncle Zhao, how much do you want to control your cost?" Hearing Zhao Xiangbei's bitter explanation, Guo Tailai couldn't help but feel his heart move, and asked Zhao Xiangbei.

Just as Zhao Xiangbei was about to say something, he glanced at Mr. Ding. Mr. Ding rolled his eyes at him angrily, stood up and walked out: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Some things are still top secret, and Mr. Ding is not suitable to know. Zhao Yanyan and Guo Tailai are fine, one is the designer and the other is the tester, so they should have known about it.

"99 sniping, the higher authorities require the cost to be controlled within 50,000 yuan." There were only three people left, and Zhao Xiangbei quickly said the price to control the cost.

"How much?" Guo Tailai was stunned. 99 sniper rifle, that is, the L115A3 sniper rifle produced by Guo Tailai, the future finale product of the British Precision International Company, each gun sells for 23,000 pounds, equivalent to RMB 2.78 million, and it is actually controlled at 50,000 in China Renminbi?

Even if the labor cost in China is lower than that in foreign countries, by seventy to eighty thousand yuan, even if the odds are erased, there must be at least two hundred thousand yuan, right? It is not too much to guarantee the precision of Guo Tailai's processing, but only to meet the requirements of the original version? Could it be that the cost of 200,000 yuan is not even willing to pay, and must be controlled within 50,000 yuan?

"What about the latest series?" Guo Tailai asked, frowning. The SRS and DTI series have not been officially named, so we can only say that they are the latest series, and Zhao Xiangbei should understand.

"Small caliber should be controlled within 10,000, medium and large caliber should be controlled within 50,000." Zhao Xiangbei also knew what Guo Tailai was asking, so he said it quickly.

"Senior sister!" After listening to Guo Tailai, he couldn't help being silent for a while, and then raised his head and asked, "Can I withdraw the authorization? I don't authorize production. If you want to control costs like this, it's a shame! I can't afford to lose this." people!"