Chapter 34: Little Rice Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

"That young man's reaction just now was far too calm!" Khalid waved his hand casually, pointed a finger at his feet, and continued, "This country bans guns, and has been strictly investigating explosives in recent years."

"The ammonium nitrate fertilizer sold in this country now has all been passivated and cannot be used directly."

"Put another way, even if this man surnamed Lin can get some ammonium nitrate through his own channels, he wouldn't dare bring it out openly."

"If he dares bring it out openly, there's only one possibility: he is an official white glove."

"From the moment we landed in China, we've already been in their sights. Those videos were deliberately shown to us by them!"

"Could there really be some European idiot who puts explosives in an electric rice cooker? Those are Europeans! No matter how stupid, they wouldn't be stupid to that extent!"

"So I lean toward the second possibility."

"And do you know what this means for us?"

After Khalid's prompting, Mohammed also caught on at this moment. He closed his eyes, softly exhaled a breath, followed Khalid's line of thought, and continued to add:

"It means we have a stable source of weapons."

"It means our explosives consumption can be reduced, and we can save a large sum of money."

"Even without reducing the propellant charge, with the same amount of propellant, we can attack targets we previously didn't dare attack."

"Do things we previously didn't dare do!"

"Based on the capacity of this electric pressure cooker and its performance in the video, if filled with ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate, its power could rival those anti-tank mines left over from the Soviet Union."

"If loaded with regular TNT explosives, its power would far exceed them."

After Mohammed said this, Khalid lightly nodded once, tacitly acknowledging that Mohammed had followed his train of thought.

He reached out, grabbed the promotional document into his hand, his slender fingers slowly sweeping over the electric pressure cooker, and finally, lightly tapped once:

"Mohammed, how much do you think such a product should be worth?"

Asked about its value, Mohammed's brain crashed directly.

The value of this thing really isn't easy to calculate.

If this pressure vessel were filled with explosives, the price would naturally have to be calculated high.

Like the Soviet anti-tank mines.

Those things are very cheap in Russia, but on the international arms market, they're expensive as hell, and even with money there's no supply—you have to see if there's an opportunity to buy them.

There's no other reason: it's just that this thing destroys tanks, destroys heavy armored units, destroys hard-to-attack buildings—one hit, one kill.

Guaranteed no survivors!

But unfortunately this thing is just a shell, and right now all we've seen is the video, with no formal verification.

Offering a high price might get us scammed, after all, up to now, everything is just their guesswork.

What if they guessed wrong?

Offering a low price, and if the other side is unhappy and refuses to cooperate, then they can only keep looking for ordinary pressure vessels.

Those ordinary pressure vessels might not achieve such an effect.

It's really troublesome.

The two exchanged a glance, and finally decided to pay according to the price of similar competitor goods seen during this period.

After settling it, Khalid stood up, first checked himself, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, then walked toward the door, exchanged positions with Ahmed, and personally pulled open the door.

Outside the door, Lin Yi held an electric pressure cooker in his hand, and that electric pressure cooker was still giving off aroma.

Behind him stood Liu Daneng, holding a bowl.

Putting the things down, Liu Daneng turned and left without hesitation, once again leaving the space to Lin Yi and Khalid and the other two.

Lin Yi sat on the sofa, opened the electric pressure cooker, skillfully picked up a spoon, picked up a bowl, and ladled chicken soup for the three opposite:

"Gentlemen, let's eat and talk."

His actions made the three opposite flustered, after all, just before Lin Yi entered the door, they had been discussing using this thing to load explosives.

But as soon as the door opened, Lin Yi appeared with this thing, and then asked them to drink chicken soup.

Khalid held the bowl, stared at the chicken soup for a while, carefully brought the bowl to his lips, felt the temperature with his lips, then felt safe opening his mouth and began drinking the chicken soup.

After a bowl of chicken soup went down, the atmosphere became much more harmonious. Khalid picked up the promotional document beside him and handed the promotional document to Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, we're all businessmen, so let's talk business."

"Your product is quite good. The price we can offer is the price of similar competitor products."

As his words fell, Khalid raised his right hand, his tightly clenched fist slowly opening, revealing five fingers.

His face, covered by a large beard, also showed a pained expression at this moment.

And Lin Yu, looking at his five fingers, twitched, very much wanting to reach out and break those five fingers.

Fifty!

One can only say, as expected of an Arab—born to be a swindler, and also born to be hanged from a street lamp.

Glancing at the fingers, Lin Yi quickly lowered his head, held the bowl of chicken soup in front of him with both hands, gently blew a breath, and drank the soup in silence.

After speaking, Khalid kept sizing up Lin Yi.

Every Arab is born a qualified arms dealer, and arms dealers are best at reading expressions and observing colors.

Lin Yi's expression and actions, in his eyes, naturally yielded the answer—the other party was dissatisfied with this price!

His throat rolled, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Khalid's right hand extended a little further forward, and softly said:

"Mr. Lin, 500 RMB per electric pressure cooker is the best price we can offer."

"And the foundation of all this is that your safety promotional video and promotional document contain no exaggeration."

"If there is exaggeration, this price will have to be lowered."

"Cough cough!" At this price of 500 yuan, Lin Yi, who was drinking chicken soup, suddenly coughed a few times.

After coughing, he hurriedly pulled two tissues from the table, covered his mouth, using them to conceal his embarrassment.

He discovered he had underestimated this group of Arabs.

Although these people claimed to come from Iraq, and Iraq is not a peaceful place right now, and doesn't have much money, people who can cross thousands of miles to come to China to do business.

How could they be weaklings.

No matter how poor, they are still richer than himself.

He offered 500 yuan, while his own cost is 250; if production volume goes up, the cost can even be pressed below 200 yuan.

If pressed below 200 yuan, he couldn't say he was making a huge profit, he could only say it was a steal.

Raising his hand to push the chicken soup bowl to the side, Lin Yi very calmly pushed the promotional document back in front of Khalid again:

"Mr. Khalid, I believe in the distant future, you can proudly pat your chest and tell your grandson, 'Your grandpa I made a very worthwhile transaction back then.'"

"A price of 500 yuan per unit is a bit of a loss for me, but it doesn't matter."

"You are the first customer I've met at the exhibition willing to cooperate with me."

"I can supply you at this price!"

"Finally, wishing you happy bombing!"