Evening.
The number of people in the live broadcast room hasn’t decreased.
Many people are watching the replay, leaving nurous comnts, most think it wise to procure hundreds of them for unexpected situations, avoiding unnecessary sacrifices.
For this.
The official hasn’t made a statent yet.
However.
Many industry insiders who saw it believe that having this kind of aid would be extrely helpful for flood control and disaster relief and other natural disasters.
"Buy."
"Absolutely, think about it, if a dam bursts sowhere and transportation is inconvenient, we wouldn’t have to carry sandbags one by one to block the dam."
"Right."
"Just don’t know the price?"
"Thirty million."
"What do you think it is? Thirty million? Sothing that big, at least fifty million, even expensive fire trucks cost several tens of millions, this is way better."
"True."
"..."
The more they talk, the more outrageous it becos.
Soon.
It’s been exaggerated to a hundred million.
"Is a hundred million a lot? Boeing CH-47 costs thirty million dollars, or two hundred million RMB, the Osprey is over seventy million dollars."
"Tianpeng."
"Although not military, but honestly, a hundred million isn’t expensive."
Anyway, they can’t afford it.
A hundred million.
Two hundred million.
Three hundred million.
Just blowing it up, more importantly, pricing it cheaply makes it look cheap, but everyone knows, it can’t be sold too expensively, a hundred million at most.
...
Base.
Having dinner.
"Boss Tang, how did you set this price?" Liao Quan from Engineering Security asked, having watched all day and feeling satisfied, yet curious all this while.
Originally thought.
Tang Qing would proactively sell.
Who knew.
Not a word was said, seemingly inviting them just for a look, making him doubt whether Tang Qing truly cares about their order.
Oh!
Pretty suspenseful.
After all.
Tang Qing’s businesses are too profitable, not caring about such small profits, it is said Tang Qing made it just out of interest, not comrcial interests.
So then.
It might really not matter if they buy or not.
Frustrating.
Before.
He used to be afraid of people trying to sell them things, but now, when others don’t care, he feels a bit disappointed, ah, human nature, just so twisted.
Upon hearing.
Tang Qing smiled, extending a finger.
"A hundred million?"
Liao Quan was startled.
"Yes."
Tang Qing nodded.
Selling cheap?
Co on.
What a joke, a hundred million selling price, compared to regular helicopters, is definitely expensive, but don’t forget, in the future, there might be exports.
Thus.
Tang Qing continued:
"But, that’s for external sales. For you, sixty percent." aning sixty million RMB, and if buying more, can give another discount.
In short.
Official guidance prices have to be raised.
Upon hearing.
Liao Quan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, if it was truly a hundred million RMB per unit, they might not really afford it, sixty percent is slightly acceptable.
Also.
Seems like there’s room for negotiation.
"Why cheap?"
Beside.
Chai Ren suddenly said.
This comnt.
Made Liao Quan twitch his mouth, cheap? Not knowing the cost until running a household, but didn’t refute, he’s not here for negotiation, no need to press the price now.
"Exactly." Zheng Lin echoed.
"Seems a bit cheap."
Pei Yang chid in too.
This ti.
Here to show support, not to undermine. Besides, he doesn’t think sixty million is expensive, such a big thing, functionality is right there.
"Heard there’s a sea trial?" Bao Kaiyu said.
"Yes."
Tang Qing replied.
"Next weekend, along with the subrsible for sea trials."
Design-wise.
Tianpeng is amphibious, can dock in the sea, current testing is just the beginning, a long road of testing lies ahead, not the functionality.
But accumulating flight hours, like road tests for cars, not driving tens, or even hundreds of thousand kiloters, no point talking data.
Therefore.
Still so ti before going public, even if ordered now, delivery would be in the second half of next year, so processes are indispensable.
"Are you going?" Chai Ren asked Tang Qing.
"Of course."
Tang Qing nodded.
"Then I’ll go too."
"Welco."
"..."
Made another engagent.
As for the military and Engineering Security, they’re interested too, seeing this, Tang Qing tily extended an invitation, both sides expressed politely they need to ask for instructions.
But.
Shouldn’t be a big problem.
Ate well.
Drank well.
Each returned to their room.
...
Ten.
"Da da da!" The sound of propellers echoed in the sky, this is still testing full load, long-distance flight, testing won’t end before midnight.
Top floor.
Tang Qing’s room was bustling, the Tang Family was all there, even though it was late, they’re full of spirit, generally not sleeping at this hour.
Body getting better.
Sleeping less and less.
Thus.
Playing chess if playing chess.
Doing puzzles if doing puzzles.
Scrolling mobile phone if scrolling mobile phone, just then, Qin Shiqi suddenly said "Yay," "Haha, Nian’er’s TikTok account hit over a million fans."
Speaking.
Jumped over to Tang Qing’s side.
"Brother, you’re aweso." Qin Shiqi said excitedly.
At university.
Quite a few classmates playing Headlines and TikTok, Qin Shiqi had leisure ti, so she urged Tang Nian’er to open a TikTok account, posting so short music works.
So then.
It went viral.
Registered in October, by December it reached a million fans, mainly because she’s beautiful and has a sweet voice, even though all videos had Tang Nian’er veiled.
However.
Her beauty and temperant couldn’t be hidden.
Singing.
Musical instrunts.
Dance.
Tang Nian’er could do it all, previously only able to play musical instrunts, but due to her good foundation and Tang Qing’s many compositions, she started learning singing.
As for dance, only learned in the past two years.
Pure hobby.
After all.
A brother with unimaginable wealth, and a father surpassing Hurun’s second wealth-wise, never thought of debuting as a big celebrity.
Among those uploaded works, many are Tang Qing’s creations, top-notch. That’s why Qin Shiqi ca to praise him, to this, Tang Qing remained calm.
A few songs.
So compositions.
No big deal.
"Brother, comnts saying soone wants to buy the composition, what to do?" Qin Shiqi’s face suddenly tangled, her spontaneous act of digging a pit she found herself unable to fill.
"Not selling."
Tang Qing said.
"Nian’er."
"Yes."
Tang Nian’er sprinted over.
"Might as well, release those songs, full versions, upload them on Cot Music, paid download, let you earn a bit of pocket money."
Three years.
These compositions, only circulated within the family, circulated... so old now, why still holding on, placing on Cot Music can still earn so money.
Original compositions.
Fifty-fifty split.
These few years.
Cot Music continuously promoting originals, several creative singers erged, relying on platform shares, able to support themselves, a gathering place for enthusiasts.
"Okay."
Tang Nian’er smiled happily.
Finally.
The world will witness.
Her brother’s musical talent, knowing already throughout in this field, far beyond any world-class master.
Thus.
No interest in going to so so-called musical halls.
Mortals.
How could they compare to a prodigy.
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