151520, Malik was nervously thinking in his heart, but the more he calculated, the more he felt something was wrong, and the more he calculated, the ugly his face became.

Because of his original idea, it was enough to get more than 20 demon-hearted warriors. But I don’t know why listening to Evanson’s words, such as bodyguards, imperial guards, alien search teams, etc., they would at least require more than one hundred people.

Moreover, the price of this demon-hearted warrior is probably not cheap. If he doesn't have 60 to 70 million US dollars, he will not dare to buy it like this if he dares to sell it like this.

Then Malik thought again, the starting point of this hundred, sixty or seventy million US dollars is sixty or seven billion US dollars? His own net worth is only 9.2 billion US dollars! Of course, this is just a personal asset that can be used, and it does not include the company's public funds and various real estate.

Malik suddenly felt that this banquet was moving in an increasingly strange direction. This time he just wanted to invite a guest and use Evansons, but who knew that as he talked, it turned into a cooperative relationship, and he was still the slightly passive party.

This is all. Cooperation is nothing more than mutual use, and both parties can get benefits. But who can explain the current situation and why it suddenly becomes that they have to take out 60% of their net worth and hand it over to the other party?

"Well... that... your demon heart warrior... how much does it cost? If I were wholesale, would there be a discount?" Malik kept rubbing his knees with his right hand, looking very embarrassed. Because he was born, he was the first time he was bargaining with someone like an old man and a grocery shopping.

"The Magic Heart Warrior is our company's best product at present, and it is of course of great value. It is still not a product for some reasons. However, considering that we still have to work closely together in the future, I can make the decision to sell it to you." Evanson said proudly as if you had taken advantage of it. "But you can rest assured that our company's service has always been credible. As long as you hand over the raw materials to us, we will definitely come up with products that satisfy you."

"Let's provide the raw materials?" Stephanie looked disbelief. Because she had just quietly estimated how much her family would pay, but no matter what, she knew, she would probably not be able to go to a sailing hotel to hold a birthday party for a long time in the future. But she didn't expect that this was just a processing fee, and the raw materials had to be prepared by herself! As expected, every pore of the capitalist was dripping with dirty blood!

"Our company's products are mainly to transform human-type biochemical weapons, so what are its main raw materials you should know." Evanson slowly explained with his chin holding his hands. "Of course, if you think it's too troublesome to bring your own materials, our company can also use its own materials to directly hand over the finished product to you, and there is no extra charge for the material fee, but... do you think this is really good, Mr. Malik?"

"No need, we don't bother at all, we prepare the materials ourselves." Just like Malik refused without thinking. Because biochemical weapons are different from weapons in the traditional sense. Traditional weapons are small, rifles that are so big that missiles are just dead objects, but people are alive and have ideas. Moreover, the Superman team he is about to form will be his sharpest sword and the toughest shield. To put it bluntly, his own wealth and life will be handed over to them most of the time, so how could he be assured that a finished product sent by outsiders?

"Then..." Evanson opened a wooden box on the table, which was filled with Brazilian cigars. He picked up one and put it under his nose and smelled it. It was really good. Then he looked at the brand of cigarettes, um... I don't know it. But since it was placed on this table, it probably wouldn't be a bargain. So he put the cigarette in his mouth and pointed it to the other end with his fingers. The cigarette was lit. Evanson took a sip of it and immediately lit it. "The cigar that tasted very positive is really good. You know my disguised identity now, it's really hard to smoke such a good cigarette."

"It's okay, you can take a box when you leave." Malik rubbed the corners of his eyes weakly. I was almost lost with 60% of my net worth, and I was not short of the money for this box of cigars.

"Thank you then." Evanson took another sip of cigarette and then asked and answered "By the way, how many do you plan to want for the Demon Heart Warrior?"

Malik bit his back teeth and pulled out a smile and said, "Let's go a hundred first."

"A hundred? Don't you think there are a little less?" Evanson asked as he let out the smoke.

"No, no, no, no, no..." Malik waved his hands repeatedly. "One hundred are definitely enough at present." Boy, you plan to let me lose everything today.

"Okay." Evanson checked the ash and continued, "I need to explain some things in advance. The transformation of the Magic Heart Warrior is the most cutting-edge technology that our company has just developed, and it is not very mature in some technologies, which means that there may be defective products. After the transformation is completed, we will arrange very strict graduation exams, which will save a group of people to ensure that what we teach you is all high-quality products."

"That is to say..." Malik frowned and understood Evanson's words for a little. "If I want a hundred warriors, the materials we give you must be far more than one hundred, but if that's the case... how do you calculate the price?"

People are not worth money. Malik feels that if he can get a hundred such warriors, it will be worth it even if he sacrifices a thousand people. So the only thing he cares about is whether those failed transformations will have to be paid.

"Customer first." Evanson spread his hands a little, "We don't want money for failure."

"That's good." Malik then breathed a sigh of relief. In order to ensure that the army belongs entirely to him, he insisted on paying for his own money and refused to let other families participate. In other words, if you want money for the failure, he probably would have to sell the house.

"So what are your requirements for the quality of the material?" Malik continued.

"There is no limit on men and women, but you must be healthy, without any physical or mental illness, and to save time, they should be young people with military training."

"Well..." Malik nodded. Such requirements were not too high. At least he had a lot of people under his command. "So how many copies of such materials do you need?"

"Considering the success chance of the transformation and the passing rate of our assessment..." Evanson pretended to think carefully and replied, "Just give me 500 copies."

500 copies are not considered too much, and it is still half the less than what you expected.

Finally Malik sat upright and asked one of his most concerned questions, “How much do you think I need to pay for given our friendship and the prospects for future cooperation?”
Chapter completed!