My Professor is a Bastard

Chapter 37: A bit of the History

Glenn's PoV (October 16, 2134)

''Harell offered to supply us in war. He started an armed company lately.''

''Really, Dad?'' I asked.

''Yep. Governments award contracts to supply their country's military; such arms contracts can become of substantial political importance. The link between politics and the arms trade can result in the development of what U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower described in 1961 as a military–industrial complex, where the armed forces, commerce, and politics become closely linked, similarly to the European multilateral defense procurement...'' the three continued as the three of us listened.

This might be a good business.

''The Russian International Peace Research Institute estimated military expenditures as of 2118 at 1822 billion dollars. This represented a relative decline from 2090, when military expenditures made up 3% of world GDP. Part of the money goes to the procurement of military hardware and services from the military industry. The combined arms-sales of the top 100 largest arms-producing companies and military services companies excluding China and Monarch of Bluegaine, totaled 420 billion dollars in 2118, according to RIPRI. This was 4.7 percent higher than sales in 2117 and marks the fourth consecutive year of growth in Top 100 arms sales. In 2104 over 40 billion dollars were spent in the international arms-trade. According to the institute, the volume of international transfers of major weapons in 2114–18 was 8.8 percent higher than in 2109–13 and 13 percent higher than in 2104–2108. The five largest exporters in 2114–18 were the United Kingdom of America, Axillian Republic, France, Germany and China whilst the five biggest importers were Saudi Arabia, India, Egypt, Australia and Algeria...''

Woah. That's a lot of dollars.

''Dad...Shall we go now?'' I said.

''I am very sorry about that, Glenn. Let's continue this next time with beers.'' Dad offered.

''I'll accept that. Goodbye, Glenn.'' Valerian said. I hopped into the chopper, following dad and Uncle.

''Goodbye. Principal. Farewell, Aaron. See you next time, Anne.'' I bid them farewell.

I waved my hands until the three of them looked like ants from my point of view.

''You will be going back, son.'' Dad encouraged me.

''Thank you for caring my daughter, Glenn. I can now entrust her to you.''

My heart skipped a beat. I haven't asked for Stella's hands yet, but...Uncle Arthur is feeding me with her hands.

''I-I'll gladly accept it!''

''Then after the war, let's arrange the marriage.'' Dad said.

I blushed.

I'll definitely go back to you, Stella, sweety, as fast as I could.

Just sit there and wait.

Just after two hours of traveling the sea, the land of Calchimera can be seen. It's been months since I last step on it.

''We are now departing, sir.'' The pilot said.

They really inform the passengers once they arrived at the destination.

Good work, Uncle Arthur.

It is one of the Fleandear's business. One of the greatest suppliers of modern helicopters.

A helicopter is a type of rotorcraft in which lift and thrust are supplied by horizontally-spinning rotors. This allows the helicopter to take off and land vertically, to hover, and to fly forward, backward and laterally. These attributes allow helicopters to be used in congested or isolated areas where fixed-wing aircraft and many forms of Vertical TakeOff and Landing aircraft cannot perform.

We arrived at a tall building. It must be Uncle Arthur's building. The pilot dropped exactly at the H marking. An H marking is to be provided, located centrally within the aiming circle, and aligned with the orientation of the helicopter landing direction. The dimensions of the H marking are to be 6m high and 3m wide, with a line width of one metre, and painted white, as shown in Fig 11.53.

''Why did you build a Helicopter business, Uncle Arthur?'' I asked as we walked towards the door, entering the highest floor.

''Mmmm...my wife, Veronica, always wanted to operate a Helicopter. Because I didn't gave that dream of her, I decided to just build a helicopter business. And the money I get from it is high. In 2127, 966 civil helicopters were shipped for 4.65 Billion dollars, led by Fleandear Aircrafts with 1.97 Billion dollars for 369 rotorcraft, Alecial Helicopters with 906 Million dollars for 101 on the first quarter only, Velle Helicopter with 696 Million dollars for 122, then Hammingson Helicopter with 161 Million dollars for 307. By October 2128, the in-service and stored helicopter fleet of 38,680 with civil or government operators was led Hammingson Helicopter with 24.9 percent followed by Fleandear Aircrafts with 24.6%, then Velle Helicopter with 21.5 and Alecial with 8.4 percent, Calchimera Republic Helicopters with 7.7 percent, United Kingdom of America Aircraft with 7.2 percent,Korean Helicopters with 4.4 percent and other with 2.2 percent. The most widespread model is the piston Hammingson H44 with 5,700, then the A265/AS360 with 4,600 units, followed by the Velle 216 with 3,400. Most were in Northern Of U.K.A with 34.3 percent then in Europe with 28.0 percent followed by Asia-Pacific with 18.8 percent, Southern U.K.A with 11.6 percent, Africa with 5.3 percent and Middle East with 1.7 percent...''

And so we talked about his aircrafts business as we travel towards the Fleandear Mansion. He was very sweet, it's like he treats me as a son-in-law already.

''Glad, he accepts you. That man hardly accepts anybody.'' Dad whispered as Uncle Arthur answered a phone call.

''Yeah. I thought he would be against it.'' I replied.

''What are you guys talking while I am away?'' Uncle said as he ended the call.

''Nothing, uncle.''

''Don't call me uncle. Just say Papa, like what Stella calls me. I will also accept Stella calling Harell dad too.''

''Heeheh...'' I just laughed.

''After all these problems to be solved, we will have a family meeting about your wedding.'' Dad said.

''Okay. Now, let's continue to the business we left a while ago. For a standard helicopter with a single main rotor, maintaining steady flight with a crosswind presents an additional flight control problem, where strong crosswinds from certain angles will increase or decrease lift from the main rotors. This effect is also triggered in a no-wind condition when moving the craft diagonally in various directions, depending on the direction of main rotor rotation...''

Both men talked about this and that. I cannot catch up to them. I am an ex-military official and a Professor, how would I answer business-related things?

I gaze at the scenery just outside the window of the car. The scenery is amazing. The skies are bluer than usual. Seems like something's gonna stir the world around me soon.

Galillea's PoV

(April 28, 2123)

Brother Harell suspected me of killing my assistant. Hahaha...He should be suspecting me as the one who threw his son away from him eight freaking years ago!

His son must be suffering right now. 2115.

''Where are you going, Galillea?'' Mom asked.

''Some friends house.''

''Wait! Who are th---''

I shut the door behind me.

''Mr. Please get my car.'' I told the butler who was cleaning the garden.

''Y-yes. Madam.''

He run with his tails behind his legs. ''What a freak..''

After a few moments, my lovely Lamborghini arrives in front of me.

''Would you like me to drive in your destination ma'am?''

''Stay out your hands from my Lamborghini.''

''Yes.''

I drove my Lamborghini in the wide street of Hammington District.

I arrived at this weird looking house in the middle of nowhere but trees.

''What the?''

''Galillea Reevish. Here.'' a woman in her 50's or 60's came to me.

''That's a brave thing to do. Calling me by my name. That must be a brave body you got there.''

''There are no superiority here, Galillea. If you want to know superiority, I am far superior to you, given our place in each family.''

Grrr. Fleandear's are no good. Except for Arthur, no one's good in their blood.

Arthur is for me and mine only. That Veronica just appeared. She destroyed the relationship that Arthur an I created.

''Be our guest as we somewhat share the same goal. We want Arthur and his family out of the mansion. You want Veronica out of Arthur's life.''

She opened the door for me. What's inside was lots of members from the Fleandear clan. They really must hate Arthur. Can't they see the greatness in him. The leading aura he is steaming? These people are blind.

''Ahh...Galilliea Reevish. The one who believes that she is the Golden Baby Dragon from the curse.''

A man in his 70's or 80's said. That sentence disgust me. Believes? I am the Golden Baby Dragon!

''Don't be mad. I can see the anger in your face. We have the same beliefs as you.''

Same? Beliefs? Us?