The coffee shop in the afternoon was relaxed and pleasant, with soothing music gently winding around the guests' ears.
However, Chen Weiqing, in this quiet corner, had no time to enjoy the leisure.
He kept flipping through the documents in his hand, occasionally glancing down at his watch, and the coffee and snacks on the table were almost untouched.
Chen Weiqing is one of the executives of Mo'an Technology, a company primarily dedicated to building various types of safety shelters, established more than ten years ago, with numerous clients in Yunhai City and surrounding cities.
But in the past two years, the company's performance has been declining, and with two new competitors in Yunhai City, the company's senior management felt considerable pressure.
A few days ago, someone contacted Chen Weiqing, claiming to be the boss of a company, and after asking a few questions, arranged to meet him here.
Chen Weiqing attached great importance to this meeting and arrived at the coffee shop early.
Soon, he saw a person enter the coffee shop and walk straight towards him.
Chen Weiqing's expression straightened, and he quickly got up to greet him.
"Hello, are you Mr. Li?"
Li Zhao smiled and shook his hand, then took the business card.
While exchanging pleasantries, Chen Weiqing was also secretly observing Li Zhao.
He was much younger than he had imagined, and Chen Weiqing made a preliminary assessment based on his clothing, the watch he wore, and other aspects.
After they sat down, Li Zhao quickly got to the point.
"What materials are generally used for the walls of the safety shelters built by your company?"
"We use high-strength alloy steel plates and special cement concrete," Chen Weiqing replied.
"Could you elaborate?" Li Zhao asked meticulously.
Chen Weiqing said in a deep voice, "The alloy steel contains a large amount of elements such as chromium, nickel, and molybdenum, which can resist various external physical attacks, such as explosions, impacts, and also electric drills and cutting."
"What's the difference between special cement and ordinary cement?" Li Zhao asked.
"The compressive strength exceeds 140 megapascals, and the formula uses a large amount of steel fiber, which can rival the highest military standards," Chen Weiqing introduced.
Li Zhao actually didn't understand these technical terms, but he felt they sounded very impressive.
He then asked, "How thick are the walls generally?"
"This can be customized according to your requirements, from thirty centimeters to two meters, our company can do it," Chen Weiqing said with considerable confidence.
But after hearing this, Li Zhao fell into a long silence.
He recalled that a few days before his death in his previous life, he had accidentally seen an unusual zombie.
That zombie was neatly dressed, with no bloodstains on its clean face.
What surprised Li Zhao the most was that it possessed greater strength, capable of easily lifting a several-ton truck with one hand.
Li Zhao wasn't sure if the zombies had mutated in his mind.
He also didn't know if there were even stronger zombies than it.
The opponent's terrifying strength clearly defied common sense.
Could the safety shelter introduced by Chen Weiqing really withstand this kind of monster?
Would it be easily blown apart with one punch?
Li Zhao was truly unsure.
Seeing his prolonged silence, Chen Weiqing cautiously asked, "Mr. Li, is there any problem with what I just said?"
Li Zhao said loudly, "I think it's far from enough. The wall thickness should be at least ten meters or so, the thicker the better."
"What did you say!" Chen Weiqing's expression instantly changed.
He almost jumped out of his seat and seriously suspected that Li Zhao lacked common sense, just randomly quoting a number.
"Mr. Li, around ten meters, are you kidding me?"
"This number is too exaggerated!"
"Let me put it this way, even bunkers built by the military during wartime have wall thicknesses of at most two meters to three and a half meters."
"The highest-grade safety shelters in the world to date have not exceeded four meters in thickness."
"Your request will inevitably significantly increase the budget."
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Chen Weiqing spoke non-stop, hoping Li Zhao would be more rational.
The result was a cold reply: "Is it that your company's current technology can't achieve this?"
Chen Weiqing earnestly explained, "Pure thickening can be achieved, but we also need to consider other aspects, such as: the laying of lines or pipes, convenience for observing the outside situation at all times, and the compressive, tensile, crack resistance, and durability of the walls, as well as..."
Li Zhao impatiently raised his hand, forcibly interrupting him, "Money is not a problem, just tell me if you can do it."
Upon hearing the word "money," Chen Weiqing's expression immediately softened considerably.
Although Li Zhao's demands were too high, as long as the funds were sufficient, there was nothing that couldn't be resolved.
Moreover, the larger the project, the more the company would naturally earn, so why not?
Chen Weiqing's attitude became much more cordial, and he patted his chest, saying, "Mr. Li, please rest assured, there are absolutely no technical problems; what other specific specifications do you have for the safety shelter?"
"Including the underground part, the safety shelter will have a total of nine floors; excluding the thick wall sections, each floor will have an internal usable area of at least five hundred square meters."
Li Zhao also requested that when the walls were fully closed, from the outside, it should look like a huge steel box with no doors.
Upon hearing this, Chen Weiqing's pupils suddenly constricted, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
He finally understood now.
This was not a safety shelter at all; it was clearly a Super Fortress, with defense capabilities comparable to hell-level.
It was no exaggeration to say that even an atomic bomb would find it difficult to easily destroy it.
In addition to high technical requirements, money and time were also significant issues.
Including various systems such as power, ventilation, and monitoring, as well as interior decoration, the invested capital would inevitably exceed one hundred million.
If the company could successfully complete such a large-scale project, the profits generated would be extremely substantial.
At this moment, in Chen Weiqing's eyes, Li Zhao was already a living God of Wealth.
However, two issues still left him with doubts.
Firstly, the location of the Super Fortress; since underground space needed to be excavated, the city center was clearly not feasible.
Secondly, he lacked understanding of Li Zhao and was unsure if he truly possessed vast financial resources.
Chen Weiqing worried it would be a false alarm.
Just as he was about to speak, Li Zhao took out the business card he had just received and asked, "Is the address on this your company's address?"
"Yes, it is," Chen Weiqing said.
"I will visit your company within a month. Please prepare a preliminary plan first."
The two added each other as friends on Changxin, and Li Zhao then left.
He had to leave; according to the rules, a deposit had to be paid first.
If Chen Weiqing brought that up and he couldn't produce it, it would be too embarrassing.
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In the evening, Li Zhao received a call from Han Kun, asking him to come over.
It had already been reported in the news that Yunhai City was about to open a new subway line, and one of its exits happened to be near Li Zhao's residence.
Han Kun probably knew about this and agreed to Li Zhao's loan request.
About an hour and a half later, Li Zhao arrived at Han Kun's villa again.
He could have arrived earlier, but he knew that the more he needed money, the more he had to appear composed.
Once he showed eagerness, the other party might propose even harsher conditions.
After they met, Han Kun's eyes flickered as he stared at Li Zhao, eager to find out his source of information.
"I occasionally heard it in the restroom," Li Zhao said lightly.
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of him, Han Kun no longer dwelled on it.
Anyway, if Li Zhao couldn't repay the money by then, he shouldn't blame Han Kun for being ruthless.
"Did you bring all the materials?" Han Kun asked.
Li Zhao himself worked in finance and was well-versed in loan regulations.
He unhurriedly took out his driver's license, copies of relevant identification documents, and a call log for the past three months.
Then he pressed his fingerprint and signed a loan agreement.
After completing these, Han Kun was very straightforward and immediately transferred the money.
Li Zhao looked at the interest written on it; although he knew he was borrowing at a high interest rate, he couldn't help but curse a few times under his breath.