"Maintenance and repair is nothing to worry about, because a retired warship used privately isn’t going to participate in frontline wars anyway, so just maintaining it to the lowest standard is fine. Including the salaries of the crew and other expenses like food and drink, it tops at two to five million US dollars a year."
Listen, that’s just two to five million US dollars a year, and that’s the minimum.
Imagine if it was still in naval service, firing off just once, or ordering a global delivery to fire, or the Captain leading a banquet in international waters, wouldn’t that cost several millions in military expenses?
Not to mention how much of that would be wasteful spending.
Auditor? The moment an auditor steps foot on a warship with his left foot, he might ’accidentally’ slip and sink into the sea.
Then what would you do?
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The Captain assures with his reputation, we tried to rescue, but the rescue wasn’t successful. The plane he was on also happened to crash into the sea due to technical issues, it really wasn’t my doing.
Even if it was, do you have any evidence?
Allen Zhang then inquired if it was possible to refurbish the nuclear-powered destroyer?
Qibatu was a bit speechless: "It’s doable, but is it necessary? The destroyer’s main machinery consists of 4 General Electric LM-2500 gas turbine engines with a combined power of 86,000 horsepower. Replacing them with a nuclear reactor could save fuel, but the project would be much more complicated than assembling an A10, time-consuming and laborious. And it seems like we don’t have any technical experts on this, right?"
Allen Zhang brought out Harvard.
Qibatu looked at the youngster with an intelligent air about him, skeptical at first, but after learning about the kid’s ’abilities’ and background, he couldn’t help but be astonished: "You managed to modify a nuclear reactor on your own without dying from radiation? You’re one lucky guy! How did you do it?"
Harvard replied nonchalantly, "I just understand some principles of nuclear reactors. This and that. Then I just operated it well."
Qibatu felt numb after listening.
He looked at him with a strange gaze. Aren’t you the real madman?
"Do you think it’s doable?" Allen Zhang asked.
"It’s doable, but we have to take it slow," Qibatu said diplomatically.
"Ok, then there are no problems."
Allen Zhang nodded. As a leader, he only cared about the results, never questioning the process.
After all, the General Sect Leader isn’t a professional, not qualified to meddle, and could easily mess things up.
Money needed? Provide money. People needed? Supply people! Then just wait for the nuclear-powered destroyer to be ready.
Allen Zhang asked other Beggar Gang Disciples to stay with Mark to maintain the Black Hawk Helicopter, to tow the A10 back to the hangar for ammunition loading, while he, along with Qibatu and Sieg, headed to the port area where General Dynamics Shipyard was located.
After some time, they arrived near the bay area of San Juan, California - Castrostrano.
Sieg drove the Rolls-Royce smoothly along the highway and reached General Dynamics Shipyard docks, parking the car in a nearby lot.
They got out of the car and walked past the sandy beach and palm tree-lined street, spotting from afar a dockyard with several warships and destroyers moored on the sea’s surface, along with numerous private yachts and pleasure boats under maintenance and repair, with many dockyard workers aboard the destroyers looking around.
Allen Zhang and the others entered the dock area, appreciated some scenic views of the coastline. He took out his phone to snap a few pictures, before making a call to get in touch with the concerned person, explaining the situation, and the other party soon came over to greet them.
The leading manager, wearing glasses, black silk high heels, was also a redhead bombshell.