Chapter 33: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Years of experience licking blood off the blade's edge made Ahmed and the other two make nearly the same movement at almost the same time.

That was to pull away from Lin Yi, while at the same time the three formed a combat group, with young Ahmed in front, and the two older bearded men behind him already shifting their gaze to the surrounding objects.

Preparing to find two suitable things to use as weapons.

But scanning around, the three suddenly discovered that the things in the room most suitable as weapons were those few glass cups on the tea table.

And because of their earlier movement, the three of them had already pulled away from the glass cups.

Now if they wanted to grab the glass cups, they would only be a step slower than Lin Yi.

To forcibly snatch those few glass cups as weapons, they had to get past Lin Yi first.

If they were somewhere outside this country, they would have already made their move, but this was not a place familiar to them.

Moreover, they did not know the background of the person before them, nor did they understand his purpose; once they acted, they had a very high chance of falling into a passive position.

Once they fell into a passive position, what awaited them was most likely death.

The two older bearded men retreated half a step further, then stepped out from behind Ahmed's back, exchanged a glance, simultaneously raised their hands horizontally across their chests, bowed slightly to Lin Yi, and greeted him in Arabic:

"Hello, friend!"

On the sofa opposite, although Lin Yi still wore that lazy look on his face, his heartbeat had already shot straight past 100, reaching 120.

He was actually quite panicked too.

In his original guess, the people he could contact should just be some professional procurement personnel.

But he never expected that the movements of these three just now clearly showed they had received very professional training, and moreover, they had most likely been on the battlefield.

People like this coming over to do procurement, this...

Is it necessary?

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills; next, I need to learn from Uncle Ben Shan!

Watching the expressions and movements of the three opposite, Lin Yi raised his hand and pointed at the sofa opposite, gesturing for them to sit down.

After the three opposite had sat back down on the sofa, only then did he lean his body forward, pick up that cup of tea on the table, gesture toward them, and then drink the tea dry in one gulp.

Putting the cup down, he leaned back into the sofa again, and said lazily:

"To do foreign trade business, I've learned a few foreign languages, Arabic is one of them, you don't need to mind it."

"Your backgrounds, I'm not interested in; I'm only interested in money."

"Where we are, when guests come there's fine wine, when jackals come there's a hunting rifle."

"And I feel that the three of you are very good guests!"

"Now, can we have a good talk?"

Words of unclear meaning, spoken in Arabic with a strong Chinese accent, made the three opposite take quite a while before they finally figured out the meaning behind the words.

The two older bearded men looked at each other, and finally, the bearded man on the left gritted his teeth, nodded toward Lin Yi, and began to introduce himself:

"You can call me Mohammed Ali Mousavi!"

"The one beside me, Khalid Sami Jubri!"

"We came here to purchase some special, portable pressure vessels."

"Those electric pressure cookers on your booth fit our requirements very well."

"Therefore, we want to inquire about the corresponding price, and the output quantity; if the price is acceptable, and the output quantity is sufficient."

"Then we can carry out large-scale procurement."

"I just don't know if Mr. Lin is willing to reach a cooperation with us."

Hearing the other party pull the topic back to the product, and so straightforwardly, Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

As for whether these people were really from Iraq as they claimed, he was not interested; now he only wanted to make money.

That ghostly place in the Middle East, after thousands years of chaotic war, and after England, France, America, Russia, Israel, Iran, Turkey meddling in it.

Wanting to distinguish right from wrong, distinguish good from evil, can be said to be a delusion.

After all, most of the people there have a special fondness for that dish, seaweed and egg drop soup; to eat seaweed and egg drop soup, they can be said to spare no effort.

But when the day they truly ate seaweed and egg drop soup came, they were not happy again.

Regarding this, Lin Yi could only say one word—win!

He very naturally opened the briefcase he carried with him, took out a file from inside, which was a promotional document for the two electric pressure cookers for export sales.

Handing over the promotional document, Ahmed snatched it first, he checked it once, then handed it to Mohammed.

For his cautiousness, Mohammed cast him an appreciative glance, then opened the file and looked at it carefully.

The more he looked, the tighter his big-bearded face wrinkled.

Secretly glancing at Lin Yi, he then handed this file over to Khalid.

Khalid looked at the file, and the expression on his face also became tighter and tighter.

But thinking that Lin Yi could understand what they were saying, these two could only swallow the words they wanted to say in their hearts.

Not long after, the two men's brows were furrowed tightly, and that face half-covered by the big beard also began to slowly turn red.

Their faces turned red!

Seeing them like this, Lin Yi picked up the teapot, poured water into his own cup until full, then carrying the briefcase, holding the teacup, stood up, nodded slightly to the three, then turned and walked out of the private room, leaving the space to these three big-bearded men.

The door closed, Ahmed dashed to the door in one stride, pressing his ear against the door.

After listening to the movement outside the door for a while, he then turned around and made an OK gesture to Mohammed and the other two.

After finishing his movements, he turned his head again and continued pressing his ear against the door.

Ahmed's actions brought relief to both him and Muhammad.

The stone weighing on their hearts dispersed, and the two immediately began discussing intensely in very low voices:

"Could he be from the government army?"

"Iraq can't manage this place, and neither can America."

"Could he be from the Chinese government?"

"I don't know!"

"Then what do we do? Do we really have to cooperate with him?"

"I'm afraid that's the only way!" Khalid's finger tapped twice lightly on the Electric Pressure Cooker promotional image, and as he moved, his large-bearded face was instantly covered with worry:

"In his safety promotional video, the ammonium nitrate he used definitely did not exceed one kilogram."

"But the effect of the final explosion definitely exceeded the amount of five kilograms of ammonium nitrate."

"There are only two possibilities for this situation: one possibility is that his video was edited, and he placed five kilograms of ammonium nitrate somewhere not visible in the video."

"The other possibility is that they learned through some channel that we need some new weapons."

"Then they pulled out a small thing from their own technical reserves."

"And so, this meeting came to be!"

"I lean more toward the second possibility!"

Khalid's words left Muhammad very surprised, especially since Khalid supported the second possibility, leaving him even more at a loss for how to complain.

After hesitating for a moment, he still asked the question in his heart:

"Why do you think it's the second possibility?"