Chapter 17: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Han Shunfa hurriedly took the ten thousand yuan, sent the other men from the Security Section away, and then ran cheerfully toward the canteen.

Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory had a canteen that provided lunch.

The standard for collective meals was actually quite low; ten thousand yuan was enough for the canteen to prepare two feasts.

Han Shunfa disappeared in front of the office building like the wind; in the direction he left, a slender hand reached out a moment too late, followed by a clear, sweet voice calling after him:

"Remember to get receipts when you have the canteen staff do the shopping."

The speaker was Ji Shuangshuang.

At this moment, she was just like Elkang catching Ziwei.

Elkang couldn't catch Ziwei, and she hadn't called Han Shunfa back either.

Putting away the two boxes of money, Lin Yi looked back at the two bank staff members: "Gentlemen, would you like to come up for a cup of tea?"

The slightly older bank staff member waved his hands repeatedly:

"General Manager's kindness is appreciated, but it's almost time to get off work, and we still need to return to clock in."

After saying this, he ignored the younger bank staff member's objections and directly pushed the man out.

The two walked out of the electrical appliance factory, glanced at each other, and then each left in a different direction.

Clock in?

That doesn't exist!

This is called going out on business!

Just as he was carrying the two boxes and preparing to go upstairs, after taking two steps, Lin Yi returned to Ji Shuangshuang, who was sighing and groaning.

He opened the box, pulled out fifty thousand yuan, and casually tossed it into Ji Shuangshuang's arms:

"Go buy some nicer clothes; a finance team will arrive tonight, and you need to coordinate with them, so dress yourself up a bit."

"Also, go buy some things to throw into Rest Room No. 1; Rest Room No. 1 has a bathroom, and it needs some things inside."

"Rest Room No. 2 is yours; go buy some furniture to put inside for your own use."

The bright red banknotes lay in her arms, the portrait on the bills smiling, looking especially kind at this moment.

Ji Shuangshuang quickly put the banknotes into her arms, raised both hands to cover her cheeks, squatted on the ground, and said shyly:

"Boss, isn't this a bit too much?"

"You have to work overtime!" Leaving these words, Lin Yi walked into the office building without looking back, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared into the stairwell.

Ji Shuangshuang squatted where she was, turned her head, quickly glanced around to confirm no one was looking this way, chuckled, then also stood up and walked into the office building.

A few minutes later, she appeared again, already changed into a different outfit.

Back in the office, Lin Yi tossed the box of money aside casually, sat back down at his desk, grabbed a steel pen and A4 paper, and began organizing the production lines he needed.

To ordinary people, 300 muche of land is large, but to Lin Yi, 300 muche is small.

This renovation concerns his development over the next few years; he cannot be careless.

Living life again, if he were to step into pits again, that would be too boring.

The appliance production line is the life-saving production line for now; the existing factory buildings are three-story concrete buildings that can accommodate equipment for appliance production.

A slight upgrade will do.

There also needs to be a mobile phone production line; when researching, change the name to military-grade communication equipment, and add anti-leakage requirements, which should trigger the corresponding mechanism.

The finished products will be bundled with Landmine Electric Rice Cookers; once they make a name for themselves, the markets in the Middle East, Africa, and Central and South America have great potential.

The existing factory buildings cannot accommodate those pieces of equipment; new factory buildings need to be constructed separately.

Size... 80 muche should be enough; if not enough, they can ask for more land when they have money later.

The leaders of Gusu should not refuse tax revenue.

After writing down the appliance and mobile phone production lines on the paper, Lin Yi was troubled again.

Because there were too many options, he didn't know how to choose.

Drones, mechanical dogs, humanoid robots, laser seekers, paint...

In the adult world, there is no choice, only wanting everything.

He wrote all these things on the paper, thought it over, and then used the steel pen to cross out all these things.

He currently has no people under him, no money in his pocket, and moreover, the corresponding infrastructure of the state has not yet been upgraded to the required level.

Doing it would be doing it in vain.

He needs to get some cheap and easy-to-make-money things.

Thinking for a moment, he held the steel pen and wrote a few lines on it.

Gas cylinders.

Steel wire ropes.

The gas cylinder thing is naturally a gift for the old folks in the Middle East.

It's hard to imagine how powerful a standard 50-kilogram gas cylinder filled with 118 liters of ammonium nitrate would explode under the premise of 500% increased power.

Of course, 50 kilograms is too big; there are also 15-kilogram and 5-kilogram specifications to choose from.

As for the steel wire rope, starting from '08, the state began to vigorously develop infrastructure, and many bridges in many places need steel wire ropes.

Those things are expensive and sell in large quantities!

The investment required in all aspects is smaller than things like machines and drones!

Moreover, he was planning to name his own company Xiaomi Heavy Industry — Heavy Industry, Heavy Industry, without a shred of heavy industry, why call it Xiaomi Heavy Industry?

Having confirmed the factory needed, Lin Yi summoned the System Panel and opened that D Map.

As he silently thought Factory Renovation in his mind, the D Map turned into a 2d map, and a Ruler and a Pencil appeared above the map.

At the same time there was also a Prompt.

【Please provide factory planning, that is Production Line Planning!】

Taking a Deep Breath, Lin Yi grabbed the Steel Pen and Ruler, and began planning on this square 2d map.

A line on the left, a line on the right, planning complete.

Just like the Englishmen of old, lacking virtue and lacking integrity, dividing the map of America, perfectly horizontal and vertical.

After drawing the two lines, he then used the Pencil to fill in the required factories and Production Line Requirements into the corresponding zones.

As the final character fell, the system Prompt popped up again.

【Planning complete, whether to begin renovation?】

【Confirm】【Return to Previous Page to Replan】

Lin Yi did not Hesitate in the slightest, directly choosing Confirm.

The Confirm key pressed, he immediately ran out of the Office, ran toward the transparent Corridor, and stood on the Corridor gazing at the distant Open Space.

On the Open Space Nothing Happened.

No Divine Machine Descent.

Just as he deeply Suspected this Broken System might already have a problem, the phone in his Pocket rang.

"The 1st snow of 2002..."

Dao Lang's voice echoed in the Corridor; Lin Yi Frowned, Touching out his phone, only to Discover the Screen flashing an unfamiliar number.

Hesitating a moment, he still chose to answer.

The moment he pressed the answer key, a resonant voice came from the Handset:

"Hello, Thirteenth Bureau Construction at your service!"

A Sentence spoken without head or tail finished, and the call was immediately hung up by the other side.

Before Lin Yi could react, the phone rang again, another unfamiliar number.

Answered, still a resonant voice.

"Hello, Pacific Supervision at your service!"

The voice barely fell, the Scene from not long ago Replicated once more — the phone was hung up by someone.

The howling Wind blew past, only Lin Yi holding the phone, standing on the Corridor Staring Blankly.

What on earth is all this?

This Garbage...

The words at his Mouth, not yet having had time to finish Scolding, Lin Yi heard a burst of Footsteps from the Corridor behind him.

Turning his head, he Discovered two Tall middle-aged men.

The left middle-aged man's head Wore a Red Hat, on the hat was Thirteenth Bureau Construction.

While the right middle-aged man's head Wore a White Hat, it was Pacific Supervision.

On the left and right of these two middle-aged men, each had a yellow mongrel, the mongrels' heads also Wearing the same hats as them.

What is this?

Civil Dog?

Dog Supervisor?