RNP #725 - Chapter 725: You owe me money, not a cent less! North American trick, crazy wool-pulling?
#725 - Chapter 725: You owe me money, not a cent less! North American trick, crazy wool-pulling?
North America now talks about reason.
Faced with North America's wording, there's really no way to nitpick!
Chen Hao frowned.
What to do now?
He just promised to pay for 200 J-40s, but now he can't come up with that much money.
"Is Mexico being good?" he suddenly asked.
"Very good!" Ding Xiang nodded.
Faced with Chile's naval fleet, it would be a ghost if they weren't good.
"Hang up first, I'll think of a way."
After hanging up, he called his sister-in-law, and only then did he find out.
Since the Chilean army went to Mexico, there have been many more income, and there are currently more than 700 billion in the account.
As for the part that hasn't been recovered...
Firstly.
This matter was handled by Chen Hao himself.
Only Chen Hao can contact Chile and have the ability to control the overall situation.
Secondly.
Since Chen Hao is in charge, and the money hasn't all come back yet, she thinks he's in trouble.
The company is not in urgent need of money, so she has no reason to urge Chen Hao.
Therefore, Chen Hao now knows that some drug lords and gangsters immigrated to North America, and North America used 'reasonable' reasons to prevent China from finding fault—in short, there is still a lot of money that hasn't arrived.
How much more than a few hundred billion does he lack?
The country has also invested money.
Presumably, it hasn't all been recovered either.
"Commander."
Seeing Chen Hao finish the phone call, General Wang ran over and lowered his voice: "Are you having problems?"
"Yes."
Chen Hao nodded.
He briefly explained the situation.
"It's all the same."
General Wang was not surprised: "The country also has several hundred billion that hasn't been received. I wanted to tell you before, but the old man scolded me and said you were too busy to bother you with this matter."
"The old man doesn't plan to get the money back?" Chen Hao asked with a smile.
"How to get it back? This is money from gambling on football, which wasn't very legal in the first place, and North America's reasons... we can't refute them!"
"I said."
Chen Hao narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming fierce: "Not a penny less of what you owe me!"
"You have a way?!" General Wang became excited.
Several thousand billion!
The country and Chen Hao's combined are over a trillion, enough to build more than 200 J-40s.
"What do you mean?" General Wang was puzzled.
"Me and the country have more than one trillion combined—what's the concept?"
Currently.
The cost of a 055 is about 2.8 billion.
The 077 is even cheaper.
The J-22 only costs a little over 500 million, and the much smaller Dark Sword unmanned僚机 even costs less than 100 million.
More than one trillion!
Enough to buy more than 300 055s and 2000 J-22s!
He redialed Ding Xiang's phone: "Contact Mexico and ask them..."
Being good is the best time to make requests, isn't it?
The method is very simple: if you can't get this money back, you might as well spend the same amount of money to make North America suffer!
...
White House.
President's Office.
Albert has been in a great mood recently.
On the one hand, ace spies continue to send back stolen technological data.
On the other hand.
Project Uranus has completed research and development and has been put into formal production.
General Wang thinks the J-40 is expensive?
But if he knew the cost of North America's space fighters, he would definitely think the J-40 is very cheap.
In terms of performance.
The two are not products of the same era.
North America's space fighters can only be initially used for space warfare, and the weapon is a basic laser, and that's it.
Looking at the J-40!
Space-integrated war machine!
Integrating AI, virtual reality, consciousness interaction, a series of science fiction-like future technologies, and equipped with plasma shields and particle cannons, in terms of flight speed and maneuverability, it crushes the Uranus fighter.
What about the price?
The current estimated cost of the J-40 is 5 billion Chinese yuan.
The Uranus fighter costs 12 billion...
US dollars!
Even if it is severely devalued, the US dollar is still more than three times the value of the Chinese yuan, right?
That is to say.
North America spent seven times the price to create equipment with all aspects of performance significantly lower than China's.
Albert requested the first batch of ten units.
The total cost is 120 billion US dollars!
Does North America have that much military expenditure?
No!
What to do?
Find Russia to share the burden.
Say we have agreed to deepen cooperation to deal with China, and I am willing to transfer the new fighter—can you not share the funding?
"Mr. President!"
Just as Albert was in a good mood, drinking coffee and working, Lawrence ran in: "The 51st District... is short of money!"
"What do you mean short of money? Didn't you ask Russia for it?" Albert asked in confusion.
"I asked!"
"They didn't give it?"
"They gave it, but the problem is... it's not enough."
Lawrence said with a mournful face: "You don't know Russia's economic level. We are already so miserable, they..."
Russia ultimately only agreed to share 12 billion US dollars.
That is the price of one fighter.
"What?!"
Albert was furious: "Only one-tenth? Do they think we are fools?!"
Not to mention half each, at least one-third.
What does it mean to only pay one-tenth?
Frankly speaking.
The reason why Albert transferred part of the Uranus fighter to Russia is because North America's military expenditure is tight.
The total cost is 120 billion, and you only pay 12 billion. Do I lack the money for that one?
"I do have a way," Lawrence said with a sly smile.
Albert was stunned.
After the former president stepped down, the former Secretary of State also stepped down. Lawrence was chosen by him, and the two were very familiar before.
As soon as he saw Lawrence's smile, he knew this guy was up to no good.
But...
For now, as long as it can solve the military expenditure problem, it's a good idea: "Speak!"
"Didn't a group of rich people come over from Mexico, Colombia, and other countries?" Lawrence smiled particularly sinisterly.
"And then?"
"Tax them!"
Lawrence's expression was like a weasel greeting a hen for the New Year: "Just say they don't meet North American immigration laws, either tax them 50% of their personal assets, or... send them back!"
Damn!
Albert's eyes widened.
This trick is too sinister...
No! It's too effective!
He almost forgot about that group of people.
At the beginning, the core purpose of opening up immigration to those drug dealers and gangsters was to make China unhappy.
He is very happy to see the enemy unhappy.
The secondary purpose is to let China earn less money.
In short.
Anyway, North America doesn't suffer losses, and those people will bring huge assets to promote consumption, right?
I didn't expect...
Now there is a new role—catching fat sheep!
Just say whether you pay taxes or not.
Don't pay?
I don't want your money either, you take the money and roll back.
You have to die when you go back!
Now it's just paying a part of personal assets, such as 50% of the assets?
Not only can you continue to live, but even if you lose half of your billions of assets, aren't you still a top rich man?
Aren't you still living in luxury and extravagance?
"This is good!"
Albert smiled.
The smile was even more sinister than Lawrence's, but the tone was serious: "I think, given that they don't meet immigration laws, the tax rate should be 70%!"
Damn!
Lawrence couldn't help but slander.
This old thing is even more ruthless than himself!
But for those former drug lords and gangsters, there is simply no choice.
This is North America.
Not Mexico or Colombia.
In Mexico, drug lords are stronger than government troops, but in North America...
If you are a dragon, you have to coil up, if you are a tiger, you have to lie down!
Not to mention escaping to North America like a stray dog, it is impossible to bring tens of thousands of subordinates, even if all the men and horses are brought over, facing the world's second largest military power, it is a matter of minutes to destroy you.
"I'll do it now!"
Lawrence grinned.
Not only is the military expenditure solved, but also an extra sum can be earned—great!
Suddenly!
Before he could walk out of the office, the Secretary of Defense ran in: "Mr. President, it's not good!"