I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 136: Let’s Talk Business Part 2

The next morning, the stakes were higher.

Matthew sat at the same long conference table, but this time, the mood had shifted.

Yesterday had been about impressing them. Today was about closing the deal.

Angel sat beside him, sharp as ever, while General Reed, Colonel Reynolds, and the senior military officials took their positions across from them. The Pentagon representatives were once again dialed in through a secure video feed, their expressions unreadable.

Between them, a new stack of documents had appeared—detailed procurement reports, cost assessments, and contract drafts.

The U.S. wasn't just considering Titan Mk-I anymore.

They were preparing to buy.

Reed leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "Let's get straight to it, Borja."

Matthew smirked. "By all means, General."

Reynolds took over, tapping his tablet as he spoke. "After reviewing performance data and logistics, the Department of Defense is prepared to place an initial order for fifty units, along with a five-year research and development partnership with Sentinel BioTech."

Angel kept her face neutral, but Matthew saw the slightest raise of her eyebrow. They were moving faster than expected.

The Colonel continued, "The proposed budget for this initial phase is $2.5 billion, including operational integration and software licensing."

Matthew leaned back, considering the number. They were trying to lowball him.

"You're valuing each unit at $50 million?" he asked casually.

Reynolds nodded. "That includes bulk order reductions and long-term contract incentives."

Matthew smirked. "Generous."

Reed raised an eyebrow. "You disagree?"

Angel tapped her tablet, already pulling up Sentinel BioTech's cost projections. "With all due respect, General, $50 million per unit doesn't account for Titan Mk-I's true cost and value."

Reed didn't look convinced.

Matthew clasped his hands together. "Let me break it down for you, General. Right now, Titan Mk-I isn't just a piece of equipment. It's an entirely new category of warfare."

He gestured to the documents in front of them. "Your price point is based on the assumption that this is just another military contract—like buying new drones or upgraded vehicles."

Matthew leaned forward. "But Titan Mk-I isn't replacing a single system. It's replacing entire doctrines."

Reynolds frowned. "Explain."

Matthew smiled. "You don't need to send twelve soldiers when one in an exoskeleton can do the job."

The Pentagon official on the video call adjusted his glasses. "You're suggesting we could reduce force deployment numbers?"

Angel nodded. "Exactly. Fewer soldiers needed per mission. Lower casualty rates. Enhanced efficiency in urban combat, special operations, and heavy-labor military tasks."

Matthew tapped the table. "And let's not forget the strategic edge. The first country to mass deploy exoskeletons in warfare changes the balance of power forever. You don't just want Titan Mk-I—you need exclusive control over it."

Reed exhaled slowly. He understood the argument.

And now he had to decide how much it was worth.

Reynolds glanced at Reed, then back at Matthew. "Alright. Let's talk real numbers."

The Colonel swiped his tablet, adjusting figures in real time.

"Our revised offer: $3.75 billion for the initial 50 units—$75 million per unit as you proposed. Additionally, we'll invest $2 billion into expanding Sentinel BioTech's production capacity, with a ten-year exclusive contract."

Angel's expression didn't change, but Matthew knew this was huge.

The U.S. was willing to fund Sentinel BioTech's expansion in exchange for locking out competitors.

Angel glanced at Matthew, silently signaling that they had leverage for one last push.

Matthew let the moment stretch before he spoke.

"I like the numbers," he admitted. "But if we're going exclusive, I need a commitment to full-scale deployment."

Reed narrowed his eyes. "You're saying fifty units isn't enough?"

Matthew smirked. "It's a good start. But if you're serious, we need a roadmap to integrating Titan Mk-I into special operations, infantry divisions, and homeland defense."

Angel slid a new document forward. "We've prepared a phased deployment strategy—starting with Tier 1 special forces, then expanding to rapid deployment units and armored divisions."

Reynolds read through the proposal. "You want us to commit to 500 units over the next decade?"

Matthew nodded. "That's what full-scale integration looks like."

A tense silence.

Reed finally spoke. "If we agree, what's the final price?"

Matthew didn't blink. "$37.5 billion over ten years."

A murmur rippled through the room. That was a massive contract.

The Pentagon official on the screen adjusted his earpiece. "That's on par with the cost of a new fighter jet program."

Matthew smirked. "And Titan Mk-I will be just as revolutionary."

Reed exhaled. "We'll need time to review."

Matthew leaned back, arms crossed. "Take your time, General. But just so you know—you're not the only ones interested."

Reed's gaze sharpened. "Are you saying other nations have reached out?"

Angel smiled. "We've had inquiries. Let's just say you're ahead of the competition."

It was a bluff. No other country had officially made an offer yet.

But they didn't need to know that.

Reynolds sighed, exchanging glances with the Pentagon officials. "Alright, Borja. Give us 48 hours. We'll come back with a final answer."

Matthew stood, offering his hand. "I look forward to it."

Reed shook it firmly. "If this deal goes through, Borja, you just changed warfare forever."

Matthew smirked. "That's the plan, General."

As he and Angel left the briefing room, she let out a low whistle.

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"Thirty-seven billion," she muttered. "You really don't play small."

Matthew grinned. "Why should I?"

Angel shook her head, exhaling. "Alright. Now we wait."

Matthew's gaze was sharp. "Not for long."

Forty-eight hours.

The countdown had begun.

As they stepped out of the briefing room, Matthew and Angel walked down the long, sterile hallway of the military facility. The weight of what had just transpired settled between them—$37.5 billion over ten years. A contract that could change not only Sentinel BioTech's future but the entire global balance of military power.

Angel exhaled, glancing at him. "If they agree, this won't just be about selling tech anymore. It'll be about playing the long game—diplomacy, politics, power struggles."

Matthew smirked. "We've already been playing that game, Angel. This is just the next level."

She shook her head. "You really think they'll say yes?"

Matthew's gaze sharpened. "I don't think, Angel. I know."