Season 3 chapter 104
The Government's Recognition
Kniya and Malesh stood perfectly still in the VIP lounge of the DI'an Energy Department. Having just asked how the official recognized them, they simply stared at the sweaty, disheveled bureaucrat, their eyes narrowed in deep, highly judgmental suspicion.
Thukesh Blester immediately waved his hands in the air, trying to defuse the intense corporate glaring.
"Relax, relax guys! Don't look at me like I'm some kind of federal spy!" Thukesh groaned, clutching his still-aching stomach. "I know about you because... honestly, do you think there is a single breathing person in this entire country who doesn't know who you two are? You guys are literally too much famous!"
Thukesh pointed a slightly trembling finger at Kniya. "You are Kniya, right? The Managing Director of Kavilson Steel and the owner of Kniya Airlines." He then pointed at Malesh. "And you are Malesh, right? The Managing Officer of Malesh Energy Limited."
Thukesh let out a strained, exhausted laugh. "How do we not know about you? Can you just tell me the reason you'd even ask that? The government already has dozens of massive industrial contracts with your corporations! That is why I knew about you previously!"
Kniya blinked, the aggressive suspicion instantly washing off his face, replaced by complete and utter bewilderment at the guy's frantic energy.
"Uh... what the fuck," Kniya muttered under his breath. He quickly shook his head, dialing his chaotic corporate aura back to maximum. "But yeah, well! Today we have a major deal for you and for the government itself, and I want to formally discuss it! It is related to a highly explosive technology that was absolutely never used before in the history of the world!"
Thukesh's eyes widened, the mention of unprecedented technology momentarily distracting him from his severe digestive agony.
"Well..." Thukesh muttered, rubbing his chin. "I think so... there is something highly spicy going on here. So yeah, we can talk inside my room. Let's discuss about it."
The Bureaucratic Collision
Thukesh waved for Kniya and Malesh to follow him out of the waiting room.
They approached the massive, heavily reinforced oak doors leading to Thukesh's main private quarters. Thukesh grabbed the brass handle and aggressively yanked the door open to step inside.
BAM!
Thukesh violently collided head-first with a man who was walking out of the office at the exact same time.
"Oof! What the hell?!" Thukesh yelped, stumbling backward and grabbing his forehead.
Standing in the doorway was the HDO—the Head Development Officer. As one of the absolute highest bureaucratic officials in the entire Republic, he carried a massive amount of federal authority. He wasn't wearing a stuffy suit jacket; he was dressed simply but sharply in a crisp dress shirt, tailored slacks, and a perfectly knotted tie. He stood completely unfazed by the collision, looking down at Thukesh with a highly arrogant smirk.
"Hey! Why the fuck are you here?!" Thukesh demanded, glaring at the highest development official in the country like they were two obnoxious college roommates fighting over a dorm room.
The HDO crossed his arms, his smirk widening.
"I can come into this office absolutely whenever I want," the HDO replied smoothly, his tone dripping with bureaucratic entitlement. "You are not going to give me any kind of permission, Thukesh. I do not need it."
"Well, let me tell you one exact thing!" Thukesh argued aggressively, pointing a finger directly at his friend's chest. "This is the office of the DI'an Energy Department, not yours! So just get the fuck out of here!"
"I am completely not going to," the HDO laughed off the threat, casually leaning against the doorframe. Then, his eyes shifted past Thukesh, landing squarely on the two billionaires standing in the hallway.
The HDO's arrogant smirk instantly vanished, replaced by sharp, highly calculating political intrigue.
"And by the way, there is one major thing that I need to ask you right now," the HDO stated, pointing a sharp finger at Kniya and Malesh. "Why are you with these people here?"
Thukesh let out a heavy, deeply exhausted sigh, rubbing his stomach again.
"Well, they are... I think so you clearly know about them, and that is exactly why you are mentioning them," Thukesh grumbled. "We are here for some highly important talks."
Malesh smoothly adjusted his pristine cuffs, his deadpan eyes analyzing the bizarre bureaucratic standoff. "Yeah, I think so."
The HDO pushed off the doorframe, immediately turning around and walking right back into Thukesh's private office, entirely inviting himself to the meeting.
"So, I think so I need to get myself involved in this," the HDO declared, dropping himself into a plush leather chair at the negotiation table. "Because if Kniya and Malesh are here, and they want to discuss something of critical national importance. And thus, I have to be present."
Thukesh glared at him from the doorway, completely annoyed. "Can you go?"
"No," the HDO replied flatly, kicking his feet up slightly. "I have to listen to that. And you legally cannot ask me to go. So yeah."
The Game-Changing Pitch
Thukesh aggressively rubbed his temples, realizing he was absolutely not going to win the argument against the Head Development Officer.
"Alright, fine," Thukesh groaned, waddling into the room and collapsing heavily into his executive chair across from the HDO. Kniya and Malesh walked in and sat opposite them. "Let's continue the deal. What do you guys have to say?"
Kniya leaned back, a devious, highly psychotic smirk spreading across his face, but he stayed completely silent. He let Malesh take the lead.
Malesh leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished mahogany table. He completely dropped all humor. His voice became a terrifying, absolute weapon of corporate finality.
"Well," Malesh stated deadpan, looking directly into the eyes of the Head of Energy and the Head Development Officer. "We have developed a thing that would be a literal game-changing technology for this country. It is a commercial Fisluation reactor. And it can produce limitless electricity from raw Fisluation."
Even though Kniya knew "limitless" was a massive corporate exaggeration, it didn't matter. The phrasing sounded absolutely godly.
Complete, suffocating silence fell over the office.
Thukesh's jaw violently dropped, his stomach cramps instantly forgotten in the wake of the sheer absurdity of the claim. The HDO's foot slipped off the table, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
The two highest-ranking government officials in the Republic sat completely paralyzed, their brains entirely short-circuiting as they processed the sheer, impossible magnitude of what the deadpan billionaire had just casually dropped on their desk.
The Arvonian Threat
The heavy, suffocating silence in Thukesh's office stretched on for what felt like an eternity. The Head of the DI'an Energy Department and the Head Development Officer were completely paralyzed, staring at the two billionaires as if they had just casually claimed to have captured a star in a jar.
Kniya leaned back in his plush chair, completely shattering the silence. He popped a piece of mint gum into his mouth, his chaotic, unhinged smirk returning in full force.
"Yeah, so... this is the exact kind of technology we have just developed," Kniya announced cheerfully, spreading his arms wide. "Now, gentlemen... are you interested in this, or should we take our business to Arvonia?"
The HDO blinked rapidly, aggressively rubbing his face as he tried to process the sheer impossibility of the pitch. He leaned forward, his crisp dress shirt straining slightly as he braced his elbows on the mahogany table.
"How... how were you actually able to use that useless, slippery Fisluation sand to produce commercial electricity?" the HDO demanded, his voice laced with absolute disbelief. "I never thought this exact thing would come true someday as reality! There were always crackpot rumors in the scientific community, but I never actually thought someone would be able to use that volatile, useless sand to create raw electricity! It is completely confusing. Can you explain the entire deal to me? Because I am really, really interested in this technology."
Thukesh Blester nodded frantically, momentarily forgetting all about his stomach cramps. "Yeah! It is a kind of impossible, real-world achievement! And now I get the reason why you guys were so serious from the start. What exactly are you offering?"
The Intellectual Property
Malesh smoothly adjusted his silk tie. The deadpan CEO completely took over the negotiation, dropping the corporate hammer with absolute, calculating precision.
"We are here to formally sell you this entire technology," Malesh stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion. "We are offering the complete blueprints to develop the commercial reactor, along with the patents to over thirty brand-new, hyper-resistant alloys we explicitly created to contain this exact reaction. You are listening to this closely, right? Thirty-plus new alloys. The previous metallurgical technology of this era was entirely unable to keep this machine from melting down. So, we developed them ourselves."
Malesh tapped the polished table with a single, authoritative finger.
"We are going to provide you with the alloys, the architectural technology of the reactor, and the complete technology transfer for mass production," Malesh summarized flatly. "You get the reactor. You get the metallurgy. You get the production rights."
"And that is absolutely not all!" Kniya intervened loudly, slamming his hand on the table to dial up the theatrical excitement. "Well, the thing is that raw Fisluation sand is completely useless in its natural state! It is highly stable and cannot be directly used for any electricity generation! So, we completely developed a specialized refinery! We are handing you the exact architectural technology to refine the raw sand into pure, kinetic reactor fuel!"
The HDO stared at Kniya, his jaw slightly open. His brain was actively struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the intellectual property being offered. They weren't just selling a machine; they were selling an entire, self-sustaining industrial era.
"This is..." the HDO stammered, shaking his head. "This is way too much to just blindly believe. You are claiming you solved fifty years of theoretical physics in a private lab."