Chapter 127: A cup of wheat juice down the hatch, and the chatterbox opens

One thousand units, that's five million dollars!

Ha San's heart gave a sudden thump; he naturally hoped to get advanced equipment, but……this money is no small sum!

The Truck Cannon project is a hundred million dollars; Yi Tuo and Yue Tuo, two spoiled heirs, together pitched in enough; next, this is another fifty million dollars—spending like this, even more money wouldn't be enough!

"This kind of missile is meant to be used in large quantities on the battlefield, striking enemy supply points, bridges, railways and other key targets behind their lines; a thousand of them won't last long, since a single attack could fire off dozens." Qin Miao continued, chattering on: "How about it, old brother—do you think this number of missiles is too few? When you've used them up later, come find me again; I'll work something out, get the unit to open another opening."

What do you mean 'few'? It's clearly too many!

But……Ha San didn't dare say it, for fear of hurting feelings; surface-to-surface missiles, this kind of big killer is hard to buy; last time I made the request, this good friend did a lot of work—if I complain about too much, wouldn't that disappoint the friend?

"There's nothing much to see here; come on, I'll take you to eat—it's almost New Year's, perfect for having some of our Northeastern specialties…"

Qin Miao almost slipped up and said 'pork-butchering dish', but he quickly changed his words: "hot pot lamb."

"Good."

When it comes to Eastern cuisine, Ha San is truly satisfied; although he hasn't been here long, when he goes back he'll still miss it, feeling that the food from his own country is altogether hard to swallow.

"Good!"

Factory cafeteria.

On the table sat a large copper pot, filled with charcoal that was burning vigorously, bubbles gurgling in the pot, fragrance spreading everywhere.

Factory leaders, the Ha Gong Da teachers supervising work here, Qin Miao and Ha San all sat around the big copper pot; everyone was a bit restrained, only Qin Miao and Ha San chatted and laughed.

"Come, Ha San, the way to eat hot pot lamb is to put the lamb in the pot; as soon as it changes color, fish it out, dip it in sesame sauce and other condiments—this plate is lamb leg, the tastiest part!"

Qin Miao said, putting the lamb leg into the pot; after a few moments he fished it out and placed it on Ha San's plate.

Ha San picked up his knife and fork and put the lamb into his mouth.

The meat's aroma, the sauce's fragrance, plus the broth from the pot base, all burst together in his mouth, stimulating every taste bud; Ha San's eyes widened.

"Not bad, not bad, delicious!" Ha San threw all his worries to the back of his mind; now he didn't need to think about anything else—first enjoy this delicious meal! In the Middle East, there's no custom of eating hot pot lamb; after all, this dish is best eaten in winter, and eating it in scorching heat is just torturing oneself.

"Come, everyone eat together!" Qin Miao called out.

Plate after plate of lamb, lamb tripe, lamb offal… various kinds of lamb went into the pot, plus frozen tofu, napa cabbage leaves and so on; everyone ate with great enjoyment.

"Almost forgot—come, have a sip of wheat juice to warm up." Qin Miao saw the Bei Da Huang on the neighboring table, then remembered what to do, and glug-glug poured a cup for Ha San; instantly the aroma of the wheat juice filled the whole room.

Everyone widened their eyes; San Shui, is it okay to tease your friend like this?

Unexpectedly, Ha San sniffed, then lifted his cup and took a sip.

"Not bad, not bad—this wheat juice has a great mouthfeel! A whiff of wheat fragrance, clean and aromatic, when it reaches the stomach it's warm and cozy…"

Qin Miao laughed, raising his cup: "Come, cheers!"

The wheat juice is drinkable; next time, maybe the big-eared sheep can have a taste too!

Wait a moment!

This guy……glug-glug……actually downed half a cup in one gulp, old brother—this isn't low-alcohol red wine or clear sake, it's baijiu!

Sure enough, Ha San's face visibly reddened.

"This wheat juice is really great—I feel warm all over……Qin, why are you swaying in front of my eyes…"

One cup and he's down! Will this old brother, when he looks back, ever not like wheat juice again?

"Qin, are you alright? I'm really worried about you!"

This old brother has started talking nonsense!

"Qin, don't think I'm a prince, but inside the royal family I have hardly any friends; I despise all the scheming within the palace, and only when I'm with you do I feel an indescribable ease…"

"Qin, I truly hope our cooperation this time succeeds, but……this fifty million dollars is a bit much for me……what do you think I should do?"

This guy, is he already spilling his true feelings after drinking? For me, this is really……a favorable situation.

"Ha San, why didn't you say earlier? Rest assured, your matter is my matter; I will definitely help you resolve this!"

"How……how can you solve it? At fifty thousand dollars each, that's already the lowest price; a thousand units is also the minimum purchase condition—I know all that! Qin, you've helped me so much, I absolutely can't let you be put in a difficult position again!"

At this moment, Ha San is truly pouring out his feelings.

"No, no, Ha San, my friend—this isn't a difficult matter for me; actually, you could buy a bit less, that would be fine, but……I feel this opportunity is rare and shouldn't be wasted; we could think of another way, for example……find a wealthy friend to help?"

Ha San blinked: "A wealthy friend?"

"Right, Sha Mou Ren! Ke Tuo! They're all your friends, and thanks to the petroleum resources within their borders, they're all quite wealthy." Qin Miao said: "Now, this war appears on the surface to be between the two Irans, but actually Yi Tuo is fighting for your friends; if Yi Tuo weren't holding the front, Lang Tuo's export revolution would spread across the whole Middle East."

Ha San's expression became dazed.

I don't know what the situation is over there on your side, but in our East, we emphasize that when one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid—those with money contribute money, those with strength contribute strength! This time, our surface-to-surface missiles can follow the Truck Cannon and be sent over together as a set; you can take them to show off to some Mr. Sha and Ke Tuo, demonstrating the power of this weapon and expounding on brotherly affection—this way we can also...

"Of course—since we're friends, your matter is my matter! Once the cargo ship arrives, I'll take a plane over!"

"Thanks, thank you, my friend! Come, wheat juice—fill it up, I want……to have another cup with you, another cup……"

Just then, Ha San's body went limp, and he nearly slipped under the table.

"Ha San, my friend, are you alright?"

"No, no, it's fine—I want to drink wheat juice……"

At night, the bitter wind howled; Chu Miaomiao was in her room, head down, continuing to review her lessons; she'd taken another exam that afternoon, and at this pace of two exams a day, she'd finish in six days, just in time for winter break.

Only, San Shui brother had been out all day, leaving Chu Miaomiao somewhat……absent-minded; when footsteps sounded at the door, she immediately ran over, opened it, and saw a familiar person.

Just, Brother San Shui went out for a whole day, making Chu Miaomiao somewhat… absent-minded; when footsteps sounded at the door, she immediately ran over, opened the door, and saw a familiar person.

Chu Miaomiao welcomed Qin Miao inside, helped him take off his coat, saw his cheeks red from the cold, felt a pang of pity, and used her little hands to warm him up.

"It's fine—I'll just warm up by the heater; exam, exam, exam, the teacher's magic tool—right, how did you do on today's test?"

It's fine, I'll just warm myself by the heater, test test test, the teacher's treasure, right, how did today's exam go?