Chapter 807 The Supercar Market is a Bottomless Pit
When Vincent drove the prototype back to the laboratory, Eric found Luca to discuss the next mass production.
Costs do need to be further reduced. Even with the technical support of the Volkswagen Group, the research and development costs of the prototype car alone have burned through 1 million US dollars, and the cost has reached a staggering 3000 million US dollars.
"Mr. Wayne, I personally think that Veyron should be positioned as an unprecedented top supercar. Its outstanding performance far ahead of its time is bound to be enthusiastically sought after by people."
Eric agreed with Luca very much.
Not to mention a 20-year lead, at least 10 years.
Even though the economy is in a downturn and the rich are tightening their belts, once this new speed legend is officially released, it will definitely greatly stimulate the sports car market that has been dormant for several years.
"Luca, did you record the video just now?"
"Yes, Mr. Wayne, do you want to start promoting it from now on?"
"Yes, I plan to bring the prototype to the exhibitions in Paris, France and Frankfurt, Germany in September."
There are a total of five international auto shows recognized by the world, namely the Geneva Motor Show in Switzerland, the North American International Auto Show, the Tokyo Motor Show in Japan, the Paris Motor Show in France and the Frankfurt Motor Show in Germany.
The first three are in the first half of the year, and the last two are in the second half of the year.
Now that you have decided to participate in the exhibition, you need to build momentum in advance.
Although Luca is a scientific researcher, he understands the importance of publicity.
No matter how good a car is, it’s useless if no one knows about it.
“That bend was also recorded, right?”
“Of course, our instruments provide perfect coverage of the entire runway.”
Eric chatted with him for a few more words, and then they returned to the garage together.
Vincent has taken off his racing protective suit and is communicating in a friendly manner with members of the scientific research team.
People who do scientific research are often very pure, and their attitude now is even more enthusiastic than Luca's at the beginning.
Seeing Eric coming over, they all tactfully dispersed.
The father and son came and sat down on a sofa.
"How's the car driving?"
"It fits my design perfectly, except that the tires need improvement."
An inertial drift is almost scrapped, not because Michelin is not strong enough, but because the Bugatti Veyron is too powerful.
Just withstanding a speed of 400km/h is difficult enough. If we want to completely solve the tire problem, we have to work with them to customize a new one.
Eric thought about the funds on hand and nodded to Vincent. "I will communicate with Michelin as soon as possible. Do you have any ideas?"
"Let's try it according to the standards of airplane tires. It should be more durable than the current ones."
The cost has not been reduced yet, and it will rise again.
Eric grimaced.
The supercar market is truly a bottomless pit. It seems that the few US dollars earned from reselling arms in the Middle East last year cannot be kept.
But when he thought about the endless orders in the future, his face was full of smiles again. "I asked Luca for the video of you driving on the track. Do you mind if I use it for publicity?"
Vincent shrugged. "I'm wearing a helmet anyway, so you can advertise it however you want."
The young designer and talented test driver should be a good gimmick.
"By the way, Rita is yours now, right?"
"Dad, I suggest you don't follow her example."
Eric immediately frowned, "You are used to a good life, I wish I could exchange all your gold galleons for green US dollars."
It is impossible to change it. The layout of the magic communicator requires a large amount of gold galleons.
Vincent said calmly, "I see. Anyway, she has nothing else to do recently. She will definitely be happy to take on the publicity work."
Eric's expression brightened. "I won't tell you for now. I need to go to the lab to take a good look at the prototype car."
Vincent smiled as he looked at his old father's back, which was full of excitement and excitement.
Men, there are only a few hobbies.
Pornography, gambling and drugs are not acceptable, but luxury cars, famous watches and beautiful women are.
Uh... forget about the beauty.
Eric stayed in the lab until the evening.
By the time the impatient Evelin dragged him out, it was completely dark outside.
After saying goodbye to the researchers, the two families drove three EB110s to a nearby hotel.
During dinner, Chris had a big smile on his face the entire time.
No man can refuse a sports car, if there is one, it's only because the car's performance is not good enough.
For ordinary people, the EB610 with 350 horsepower and a top speed of 110km/h is enough.
After the meal, the two fathers went to the open-air bar on the rooftop of the hotel for a small gathering.
The two mothers did not follow. They walked into the room together, arm in arm. They probably had something to whisper to each other.
Vincent and Hermione came outside the hotel.
The young couple held hands and strolled in the beautiful garden.
By the time they came back from their walk, the two fathers were already drunk.
As soon as Eric and Chris walked out of the bar arm in arm, they were grabbed by their two mothers and taken back to their rooms.
Both Vincent and Hermione could predict what was going to happen next.
The two people who understood each other well didn't say much. They agreed to go to the hotel gym together after breakfast tomorrow, and then returned to their respective rooms next to each other.
The two dads had a very tough night.
You want to get in bed when you're drunk? Just sleep on the couch.
After dawn.
Chris got up from the sofa with big dark circles under his eyes, washed up and walked out of the room. When he passed by his daughter's room, he saw her coming out of it wearing sports shorts.
"Dad, were you okay last night?"
"I just drank and couldn't sleep."
Hermione didn't expose her father's stubbornness. "Dad, Vincent and I have an appointment to work out at the gym. Do you want to join us?"
Chris looked back at his room, "No, I have to bring breakfast to your mother."
He's so attentive, it seems like he hasn't been coaxed enough.
The Waynes also came out of the room at this time.
Evelyn held Eric's arm intimately, and the two of them were talking and laughing.
Chris was shocked.
Just to learn the skill of coaxing my wife, I must find an opportunity to learn it.
The four of them went to the restaurant downstairs together and spotted Vincent sitting in the corner at a glance.
There was not only him at the dining table, but also Cecilia, Abraham, and two cute pets who had stayed in the suitcase all day yesterday.
In principle, pets are not allowed into the hotel. It seems that the magical powers around are aimed at Muggles.
Hermione walked towards them in the corner.
I'm used to seeing employees in the alchemy shop wearing formal attire, so now seeing the two of them wearing couple outfits always feels like there's something weird about it.
"Boss, Miss Granger and your parents are here, so we'll be leaving first."
As Hermione passed the two people, she suddenly realized what was wrong.
Although they were wearing couple outfits, they obviously kept a certain distance, and the atmosphere was so stiff that they didn't seem like a couple at all.
Wizards in disguise...
I really can't complain.
Hermione walked up to Vincent, and before she could sit down, the two cute pets jumped over.
She held one in each hand and glanced at the empty plates piled on the table. "Crookshanks didn't cause any trouble last night, did he?"
Vincent smiled.
I was woken up by it and Gugu before dawn to eat breakfast, but it was quite well-behaved when sleeping, just a little too clingy.
"Of course not." He shook his head and then stood up. "I'll get you breakfast. What would you like to eat?"
Hermione thought for a moment, "Croissants and espresso, I want to try an Italian breakfast."
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