Putting away the list recorded by Boris, Jason Liu asked him to go back and rest. Then, he entered the castle warehouse by himself and returned to the modern side.
The 100 acres of land Jason Liu had bought in the warehouse area of the High-tech Zone included 50 acres already used to build a warehouse for stacking logs—known as Warehouse No. 1.
Another 50 acres had also been used to construct a warehouse with a steel structure roof, referred to as Warehouse No. 2.
More than a month later, another large warehouse had been completed and accepted.
Jason Liu drove back to the company and asked Oliver, the manager of the Purchasing Department, to come to his office. He directly stated the purchase list he needed.
Manager Oliver gave a knowing glance, picked up his notebook, and began jotting things down.
First, purchase a batch of cement—50 kg per bag, grade 42.5. Buy 10,000 bags initially, totaling 500 tons, and store them in Warehouse No. 2.
Next, buy a batch of rebar: two kinds—8mm and 16mm in diameter. Start with 1,000 tons of each.
Also purchase the corresponding wire ties for securing the steel bars.
Then comes the freight carriage order. Oliver needed to contact the carriage factory they had worked with last time to arrange it. Start with 1,000 units.
As for the 100,000 blue labor insurance suits Jason had mentioned before, those also needed to be ordered as soon as possible.
Additionally, buy 100 tons of flour, 500 barrels of 10-pack edible oil, and 5 tons of salt.
Jason Liu was buying these basic supplies because he was worried that, with so many people being moved to Lake Saylor, provisions might not arrive from elsewhere in time. These goods would serve as emergency rations.
By then, there'd be no need to worry about feeding tens of thousands of people.
While Oliver wrote down the quantities, he mentally calculated the purchase costs.
A 50kg bag of 42.5-grade cement costs around 50 yuan when bought in bulk. So 10,000 bags would total 500,000 yuan.
Rebar costs about 3,500 yuan per ton. Two types totaling 2,000 tons would come to 7 million yuan.
For 1,000 freight carriages, based on the previous purchase price of 10,000 yuan per unit, the cost would be 10 million yuan.
100,000 sets of blue labor insurance suits, thanks to the large order, could be brought down to 30 yuan per set, totaling 3 million yuan.
The 100 tons of flour, 500 barrels of 10-pack edible oil, and 5 tons of salt would amount to about 450,000 yuan.
The total purchase amount hovered around 21 million yuan—a massive order.
The Purchasing Department was about to get very busy again.
With the boss pushing things urgently, overtime was inevitable. But everyone was happy to earn extra pay.
As for why the boss was suddenly buying so many building materials and food?
Oliver had long stopped asking. He saw himself as a tool who didn't need emotions. He would simply do whatever the boss requested.
To be honest, over the past six months, he had bought all kinds of bizarre things for the boss—it was no longer surprising.
After Jason Liu finished speaking, Oliver read back the list from his notebook to confirm everything, maintaining a very professional attitude.
What Jason Liu appreciated most about Oliver was his work ethic—rigorous, serious, and discreet.
He never pried into things that didn't concern him.
A qualified tool man indeed!
Well... maybe he'd get a raise later...
Since there was nothing else to do at the company, Jason Liu drove to the IronForge Props factory near the warehouse, curious to see how the composite pulley bows were being made.
"Mr. Liu, you're here!"
Ethan, who was training newly hired workers on how to operate the steel sword-making machines, noticed Jason Liu—the major shareholder and customer—arrive at the processing plant.
He quickly removed his dark gloves, called someone over to take his place instructing the new employees, and walked toward Jason Liu with a smile.
Jason Liu smiled and nodded back.
He turned to survey the spacious workshop.
Dozens of workers were busy operating machines.
One by one, rough steel swords came off the production line and were sent to the next processing step via conveyor belts.
Workers were needed for every stage.
After all, there was no automated production line for this—manual labor was essential.
Jason Liu didn't mind that at all. In fact, he hoped IronForge Props would hire more workers, seeing it as a contribution to the local employment rate.
Due to the pandemic this year, many people were still unemployed.
With those thoughts, Jason Liu walked over to the workbench, picked up a freshly polished steel sword, flicked the blade with his finger, and asked Ethan, "Mr. Luo, when will the 500 steel swords I ordered be ready?"
Ethan glanced at the sword on the workbench, then made a quick mental calculation before replying, "If you're in a hurry, I can have the staff work overtime. In three more days, we can deliver all 500 steel swords."
Jason Liu placed the sword back down and nodded slightly. "Three days... okay, let's go with that. Finish them as soon as possible and contact the Fusion Trading Purchasing Department to send them to the warehouse next door."
"Understood, Mr. Liu. I'll coordinate with them for the delivery," Ethan said, nodding.
"Oh, by the way, can your machines produce spears too?"
Jason Liu suddenly remembered that all the steel swords he had ordered were short weapons. He thought of the Unsullied Legion from Game of Thrones—they used long weapons like spears. He wanted to form a spear unit.
"Spears?" Ethan looked confused. "Can you be more specific?"
Jason Liu wasn't exactly an expert, so he didn't explain well. Instead, he just downloaded some pictures .
Soon, he found several images and selected one that looked decent to show Ethan.
Ethan took the phone, a black line appearing on his forehead. The corners of his mouth twitched. He wanted to say something, but refrained, instead silently looking at the photo.
He couldn't help complaining inwardly. Mr. Liu is too unreliable. He doesn't even provide proper specifications—just a picture?
Of course, he'd never say that out loud. After all, this was Party A's father—the one with the money. If the father makes a request, the child must fulfill it!
Just like in architectural design—you can't expect Party A's father to understand structural mechanics, right?
If he did, what would be the point of a design institute?
In any case, if there's money, there's work. Whether the request is reasonable or not, first try to make something based on the picture. If Dad is happy, the payment follows.
Ethan thought this silently as he examined the very anime-style spear.
Emmmm... how should I put this...?
The first thing he noticed was the anime girl's long legs and the "European style" up front...
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