"Hello, Mr. Soran. I'm the commissioner in charge of contacting you. You can call me Tom."
A man who looked like a professional manager appeared in front of Governor Seder's son.
The security committee had booked a suite in a hotel near the customs to receive Soran. At the same time, they arranged for someone to rush over to contact him.
Judging from Soran's attitude at the beginning, it should not be a bad thing.
This young man should have a name by this time. His name was "Soran."
Solon looked at the commissioner in front of him and nodded casually. As soon as he opened his palm, the assistant beside him put a newspaper on his palm.
Then, he threw the newspaper to the commissioner. The whole movement was coherent and had an indescribable arrogance.
He had the capital and qualifications to be arrogant. As a great noble of the Guevra Empire and the heir to the title, he was born with a starting line that was further and higher than the end line of some people. He could not see it and could not catch up.
Power, wealth, status … Whether these things were what he pursued or not, the moment he was squeezed out of the governor's wife's stomach, he had these things.
No matter what would happen to the Guevra Empire and the Federation in the future, for him and people like him, the future would not change too much.
When a country was hit hard, the pressure would only be dispersed layer by layer. The things that originally existed in the upper class would not change.
Just like the original country of Amelia, after the defeat in the war, the upper class would still be the upper class, and they would still live a life that was difficult for ordinary people. Only the people at the bottom would suffer.
In many places, power was the passport to wealth and status. As long as one had power, even if it was just a little bit of power, they could cash in a lot of wealth.
He retracted his hand and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His upper body leaned back against the back of the sofa, and his raised toes rhythmically tapped on the sofa.
"That's a fake name, Mr. Tom!"
Solon did not care at all when he exposed the commissioner's fake name, which was so fake that even foreigners could recognize it. He tapped the table indifferently with his fingers and said, "I want to buy such a generator set."
Commissioner Tom glanced at the newspaper and immediately knew what the other party was talking about. He shook his head and put the newspaper back. "Mr. Solon, if your purpose is to buy these things, you may be very disappointed, because …"
He shook his head slightly. "Currently, there are no plans to sell these devices to the public."
The item was real, but it was still a little "immature" and couldn't be exported for the time being.
Many people thought that it was a technical problem when they heard the word "immature." In fact, this view was very one-sided. It couldn't be said to be wrong, but it wasn't right either.
For a capitalist and a profit-oriented enterprise, "immaturity" often meant that the production cost of the goods in their mouth was too high and could not meet the needs of large-scale production.
A product would go through many stages from the research lab to the customer. Starting from the "theoretical stage", it would go through the "experimental stage", "sample stage", "production process update", "small-scale production", and finally, "large-scale production".
Only when the quality of the product could be stabilized during mass production could the product be considered "stable".
Now, these new thermal power units were very mature in technology, but some innovations were still needed in the production process. This technology was not the most advanced technology, at least in theory, there were still some more advanced designs.
Hearing the fake name commissioner Tom's answer, Soran frowned slightly. He was not used to being rejected.
However, considering that this was the Federation, he did not show the kind of irritation that was unique to aristocrats. However, there was still some dissatisfaction in his voice. "I heard that everyone in the Bailey Federation enjoys freedom and equality, but it doesn't seem to be the case."
"You don't own these things. How can you make decisions for them?"
"Or are the statements that the Federation publicized to the outside world lies made up to cater to the international community?"
This was a bit too much. The struggle between aristocrats was much more intense than the struggle between government officials on the Federation side. It was also much longer. It was normal for Soran to master the stunt of putting a label on his opponent at a young age.
The commissioner smiled and did not refute because it was meaningless to refute.
In the face of the smiling commissioner, Soran also knew that no matter how he ridiculed, he could not change anything. He changed his approach. "Give me their phone number. I will contact them personally. You know, this kind of thing can be found as long as you spend a little money. You can't stop me from contacting them directly."
The commissioner quickly gave Soran the phone number of the generator manufacturer. Soran got what he wanted and began to send people out.
"You can leave now, Mr. Fake Name. Also, you don't have to worry about what I will do. I'm just here for tourism and business …"
"If you plan to send someone to protect me, I don't care, but don't interfere with me!"
…
A little later, the phone in front of Mr. Vaudric, who was working, rang. It was an internal call.
He picked up the phone without much consideration. He did not mention his name, nor did he say anything. He just listened quietly.
Even if it was an internal call, only the members of the board of directors and the ministers of various departments had the right to call. No one else was qualified to call his number, whether it was internal, external, or private.
This also meant that as long as he picked up the phone, the person on the other end of the phone would know who was answering.
"It's me … There's something you need to know. A young man named Soran came to Gaffra. We've checked. He's the son of the governor of Amelia, the future governor."
"He wants to buy our improved firepower generator. I think I should tell you."
Mr. Vaudric put down the pen in his other hand, put on the cap, and leaned back in his chair. "I remember we talked about this before. We won't be selling it to the public for the time being …"
Lynch hoped to have something that could be used as a bargaining chip for him to win the project. For the two big countries, there were very few things that could move them. It was nothing more than politics, military, diplomacy, and technology.
Today, the international community was becoming more and more stable. Today, the military was out of the question. Politics and diplomacy had just been exchanged, and there was no room for further exchanges in the short term. In the end, only technology was left.
For a country trapped on an isolated island, energy was their biggest problem. He found a very good bargaining chip, and it suddenly tipped the scales of victory in his favor.
Lynch and Mr. Vaudric said that he would try his best to take over the construction of power generation facilities in the entire Amelia region, and all of them would use Mr. Vaudric's products.
This was a big deal. For the current domestic electric power industry that had slowed down the pace of construction, if Lynch could really do what he said, it would mean huge profits.
No matter what it was, whether it was political or economic, it was necessary to ensure that Lynch's products were unique.
Therefore, Mr. Vaudric felt that he did not need to reiterate this matter, and he would not change his mind.
There was some chuckling on the phone. "Well, I'll tell you the truth. This kid named Solon told me that they plan to build at least 30 thermal power projects in Amelia, and they plan to purchase all of our thermal power units."
"He doesn't want the technology, he just wants the stuff. We talked on the phone just now, and he accepted some confidential conditions and installation …"
The so-called confidential installation was to ensure that the core technology of some equipment would not be leaked due to manual disassembly. Sometimes, they would add some anti-disassembly items inside the machine. Sometimes, they would add an anti-disassembly shell outside the main structure.
In short, with such a thing, these thermal power units were likely not to be repaired because once they were installed, they could not be opened. If one wanted to open them destructively, they could only be completely destroyed before they were opened.
Not everyone was willing to accept this kind of installation condition. Some people just wanted to buy them and open them. If you did not let them open, then there was no need to buy them.
The fact that Solon agreed to this condition also showed his sincerity.
"We've discussed this issue, and the cabinet is more inclined to use our people to undertake these projects. You can't just consider the economic benefits …" Mr. Vaudric realized something, and he refuted as much as possible before the other party said something.
Sometimes, arguments were like this. If one party could be silenced before the heat of the argument reached its climax, then there would be no more following.
However, this time, the person on the phone did not seem to be so easily convinced. "If we cooperate on these projects, Solon is willing to be the middleman and sell our products to the whole of Gevra …"
"Do you know how big this market is?"
"The board of directors will definitely support the other approach, so I'm just informing you in advance."
When Mr. Vaudric heard this, he understood that the other party might have already discussed with the board of directors. This was a big order.
Hundreds of thermal power units were worth at least hundreds of millions or more. The board of directors would never let go of such a profit. Even if this matter itself might involve some political factors, it could not stop their desire to pursue profit.
Whether he objected or not was not so important anymore. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "I understand …"
After hanging up, he picked up the receiver again, but quickly put it back. He wanted to call Lynch, but he did not know what to say.