Invasion of the United States

The woman now understood, patting her son's head,

"Porter, have you been watching 'Terminator' too many times? I knew staying in the basement for too long was harmful to your mental health."

"Mom, I'm serious..." 'Gray Shark' had a kind of pain of not being understood.

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At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng was sitting in his office, pretending to "work".

Even though he knew nothing about running a business, it didn't stop him from solemnly reviewing the mountain of resumes on his desk.

These were all elite resumes that Kelly had gathered from various investment banks and tech companies.

A few days ago, he casually mentioned the idea of "developing low-altitude economy" to Kelly.

The reason was simple: after the apocalypse broke out, industrial production came to a halt, fossil fuels became extremely scarce, and ground transportation was fraught with dangers due to the chaos.

In this situation, electric low-altitude vehicles relying on solar charging became the ideal choice—they were simple, sturdy, reliable, had low maintenance costs, and were widely used.

Both China and the United States were actively promoting this field, and several major cities in the United States had already started pilot operations.

As an elite in investment banking, Kelly had been paying attention to this direction for a long time. Since breakthroughs in the biotech field were impossible, she decisively shifted her resources to invest in the low-altitude economy.

As a result, Zhou Qingfeng's desk was piled high with various resumes, each one appealing, showcasing the talent reserve of Great America.

After half an hour of reading, he was dizzy and dazed.

So, he decided to set some screening criteria: "LGBT, no; South Asians, no; vegetarians, no;

those who like cats or dogs, no; feminists, no; those without a STEM background, no..."

With these criteria, hundreds of resumes were eliminated.

He helplessly flipped through the rejected resumes, sighed in frustration, "Why is it that Great America can't find any useful talents?"

Kelly, sitting opposite him, glanced coldly, "Victor, if I recorded what you just said and put it online, do you know how much trouble you'll get into?

Thousands of people would call you a 'sexist', 'racist', 'discipline discriminator', and could even take you to court."

"I don't care." Zhou Qingfeng retorted, muttering under his breath, "When a country is on the verge of collapse, there are always monsters."

He simply put aside the resumes and picked up an industry development report, but after reading two pages, he became even more furious.

"Kelly, what does it mean that each low-altitude vehicle made in the United States costs 2.4 million US dollars? Why is it so expensive?

Isn't it just a few motors with a cockpit?

The electric motor technology is mature, the cockpit doesn't require much technology, and the flight control software shouldn't be that expensive, at most the battery is pricey.

So why is the combined price out of control?"

Zhou Qingfeng recalled the low-altitude vehicle he rode during the apocalypse, which was a crude oversized homemade toy but became the most reliable mode of transportation in chaotic times.

He even checked online prices of similar products from his homeland, just converting US dollars to Chinese Yuan, and the prices weren't even in the same league.

Kelly also sighed at this, "Victor, this is America; apart from a few high-end industries, we don't have the cheap costs to produce mid to low-end products."

"Then import, get a hundred of them, half pure electric and half hybrid."

Ever since he understood that he couldn't stop the apocalypse, Zhou Qingfeng had given up a bit, thinking it'd be a waste not to spend the billions of dollars he had. ThefullseriesishostedonMyVirtualLibraryEmpire,knownasMV7LEMPYR.

"That many?" Kelly was shocked, "Normally, a startup would only buy a few for testing. Besides, have you considered the application scenarios?"

Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself, "Once the apocalypse breaks out, you'll know that a hundred won't even be enough."

Out loud, he said, "Buying more for a lower unit price. Suppliers can also provide better services for us.

As for application scenarios, start by using them for deliveries.

For example, delivering goods to the islands and beaches around Miami, although the cargo volume is small, it's definitely faster than using cars and cheaper than helicopters."

South of Miami, there's a string of pearl-like islands, part of Monroe County in Florida.

Due to the beautiful scenery, these islands are home to many high-end vacation villas, inhabited by the wealthy and powerful with substantial consumption power.

When considering a doomsday refuge, Zhou Qingfeng thought about settling on an island with complete facilities, allowing for a longer hideout.

The benefit of living on an island is isolation; the downside is if something happens, there's nowhere to escape. But with convenient low-altitude vehicles, the situation would greatly improve.

Kelly, on the other hand, was contemplating the high-consumption users on these small islands, thinking this project might be worth trying—at least it was simpler than biotech pharmaceuticals.

"Victor, you need to find a dedicated project manager. You can't rely on me alone." Kelly pointed to the stack of resumes, "Isn't there one that satisfies you?"

Zhou Qingfeng thought for a moment, then asked, "When will William Congers be released?"

More than a month had passed since the incident in 'White Beach' town, and the public outcry had gradually subsided. Because... there were no victims, no controversies!

Old Hammer's poisonous scheme was indeed effective. Facing the thirty-seven exhumed corpses, few felt sympathy for the notorious Chris Clan.

Initially, because Congers had killed too many people, the district attorney, afraid of taking the blame, refused to approve his bail request.

Now, more than a month later, public opinion had overwhelmingly turned in Congers' favor, and the district attorney felt less pressured to approve bail.