Without the accident insurance bill, at most 100,000 yuan would be wasted.

Even if you have to go to court, the cost shared by the legal team maintained by the group is extremely low for each case. It can be as high as 100,000 yuan.

And how many workers who have never even attended community college have legal awareness?

If calculated using mathematical expectations, the 'life' cost spread equally to each machine may only be 30,000 to 400,000.

And how much profit can it bring?

Even if the machine in Chenxi City exploded after being used for more than fourteen years, it still brought a profit of more than 4 million yuan to the factory, a profit rate of close to 1,000%.

To achieve such a terrifying profit margin, all you need to do is change one line of text.

Change the design service life from ten years to fifteen years.

Then change the serial number of the robotic arm, and it will become a "customized new model" with a design life of fifteen years.

It was launched twenty-three years ago and accidents began ten years ago.

Thirteen years is exactly the time when this kind of robotic arm starts to have various problems.

In this way, everything is correct.

He Ao took a deep breath, held the handle of the chair tightly, and slowly released it.

He opened the social platform software, and two of the five suspected victims in other cities he contacted in the afternoon responded to him, and both of them were online at the moment.

He Ao sent them a message, communicated with them, and obtained the incident materials of the two people.

He finished reading the materials quietly, then put on his mask and made a video call to Christos.

"Hello?"

After the phone rang a few times, it was quickly answered.

"Didn't I say before that I need you to do me a favor?"
Chapter completed!