Invasion of the United States

When the domestic populace realized that Zhou Qingfeng was using a 'nuclear-powered aircraft carrier battle group' for overseas purchasing, its united front value suddenly increased by several orders of magnitude.

It made people ponder carefully what kind of background and power he had behind him.

In the past, 'overseas purchasing' at a lower level involved a few 'propeller planes' making risky rushes into coastal regions, while more sophisticated operations involved falsifying declarations during customs clearance.

Using warships for smuggling... this only occurs during extremely corrupt governance and evokes some incredibly shameful memories, making it a touchy subject.

The news reached the top, and everyone who was aware of the situation found it strange—when did the once dominant United States Navy become such a mess?

They would take on any task just to make money?

Over thirty years ago, when they forced the 'Galaxy' to stop, they were ruthless, arrogant, and disrespectful; certainly not like this!

Two days later, out of respect for the academicians' descriptions, *** brought a curiosity-driven visit to 'Electric Flight' for a survey, assessing the development of foreign companies domestically.

... Encouraging overseas capital to boldly invest domestically, releasing a positive signal of further openness, and addressing the concerns of foreign enterprises—this was considered a response to Zhou Qingfeng's needed 'commitment'.

As the owner of a foreign enterprise, Kelly accompanied the survey—while shaking hands with ***, she was so excited at the scene that she trembled.

Those so-called 'prestigious families' in the United States were incredibly weak; besides idling through elaborate banquets, what else could they do?

Kelly's father, Jeff Connally, had struggled for a lifetime and only managed to have dinner with some Wall Street bigwigs, getting a minimal level of acquaintance with lawmakers.

At 'Dongda', Kelly realized why she disliked the upper class society of the United States—the decadent, luxurious, wasteful, and unprogressive atmosphere was suffocating.

Although 'Dongda' was facing a bottleneck period, it was still rising. Despite not being wealthy and having many social contradictions, it made Kelly feel as if she was in the United States in the 1950s and 1960s.

It was vibrant and full of competition.

In just a few months with Victor, Kelly's political status had dramatically increased, heading towards becoming a good friend of 'Dongda' people.

In the news footage, ***'s research itinerary was fully recorded.

He visited the newly expanded R&D department of 'Electric Flight', the production line of the subcontracted factory, and then sat in the cockpit of the 'Warthog', experiencing the driving sensation.

After watching the flight performance, he learned that the basic model of the 'Warthog' had a selling price of several hundred thousand RMB, and he asked in surprise:

"Can this thing really carry half a ton and fly three hundred kilometers? It's much cheaper than a helicopter; the 'low-altitude economy' needs to speed up."

When this statement was broadcasted in the news, it immediately ignited the entire internet.

In half an hour, some content creators began to diverge interpretations of the 'Warthog' potential—the strait in the southeastern coastal area had the narrowest point less than one hundred and fifty kilometers.

A three hundred kilometer range was just perfect for a round trip!

If building a drone aircraft carrier, it could launch an assault from the middle line of the strait or the Philippine Sea in just over ten minutes.

A half-ton payload was more than sufficient to carry a four-person combat team.

This thing could hover, be unmanned, and with rocket launch pods, grenade launchers, heavy machine guns mounted under its wings... it would undoubtedly be an airborne fire point.

In comparison, armed helicopters costing tens of millions or billions were very expensive and could not withstand consumption.

The next day, the 'retail investors' in the A-share market reacted accordingly, frantically searching for stocks related to 'Electric' and 'Flight'.

It caused some stocks to rise inexplicably.

The slightly professional 'retail investors' soon discovered that this foreign enterprise was not listed, and turned to find its related suppliers and subcontractors.

After searching for a while, they found out that the suppliers and subcontractors for 'Electric Flight' were small factories not financing in the financial market.

But even a fool could see that being praised by ***, the performance of 'Electric Flight' and its suppliers was going to explode. The reference version of this chapter is on M*V*LEMPYR.

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Night fell, and in an upscale restaurant in Miami, Florida, the light softly reflected from the crystal chandeliers, casting a luxurious aura.

Jeff Connally sat at one end of the long oval dining table, holding a knife and fork, slowly cutting a medium-rare filet steak.

The table was covered with delicate silverware and half-full wine glasses, surrounded by several well-dressed investors. The atmosphere seemed harmonious but faintly sarcastic.

Their topic revolved around 'Electric Flight', and a recent article from a local Miami media became their laughingstock...

"Arrogant 'Dongda Warthogs' Encounter Capital Ignorance".

"Jeff, I couldn't believe you would make such a wrong judgment," laughed a Wall Street fund manager heartily, "Supporting a technology company from 'Dongda'? That's quite a unique vision!"

The tone was full of mockery, with an undeniable sense of smugness on his lips.

Another banking executive leisurely wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, glanced at Jeff, and teased: "I've heard the kid is only in his early twenties, young enough to be your son.

Are you planning to make him your son-in-law?" He paused, lowering his voice with a slight provocation, "But are you sure an Asian can satisfy Jennifer?"

Jeff's knife and fork slightly paused on the steak, and in his mind, he cursed these guys thoroughly—"A bunch of snobs, just wait!"

But on his face, he still squeezed out a self-deprecating smile, shrugged, and pretended to be indifferent: "Just a momentary error, everyone makes a wrong judgment sometimes."