Chapter 35: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

If Lin Yi speaking Arabic at the start was a surprise to the three of them, then this sentence now bombing them pleasantly left them with nothing but shock.

Ahmed, standing by the door, couldn't hold back the most; he quickly turned around, locked the door from the inside, clenched his fists tight, and stared fixedly at Lin Yi.

This time they went out to find a suitable, cheap pressure vessel, using these pressure vessels to expand their weapons stockpile.

After all, no one's money comes from the wind; what matters is riding a bicycle to a bar—save where you should, spend where you should.

Now they found a suitable pressure vessel, both sides hit it off, and even the price was settled.

Then the other side suddenly said, wishing them happy bombing.

Wasn't that asking for death?

This meant their earlier guess was completely correct—the other side knew their purpose for coming to China, and had been monitoring them from beginning to end!

At this moment, Ahmed suddenly felt that the outcome of this trip no longer mattered.

What mattered most was getting this news back and letting the organization know about this.

He looked up at Mohammed and Khalid, hoping to hear instructions from the two elders.

In the direction of his gaze, Khalid and Mohammed had already stood up from the sofa, distancing themselves from Lin Yi, brows tightly furrowed, two pairs of blue eyes staring fixedly at Lin Yi sitting on the sofa.

Compared to Ahmed, the two of them knew better just how explosive Lin Yi's words were.

There's a mole in the organization!

A high-level mole!

A mole higher than them!

And this mole's channel for passing information was very secret, so secret that even people close to them couldn't detect it!

Just thinking about this possibility, Khalid and Mohammed broke out in cold sweat down their backs; the two exchanged a glance and moved forward a step without a trace.

At the same time, they reached their hands toward the soup bowl on the table.

Once they got the soup bowl in hand, they could use it as a weapon, then force the person opposite to take the three of them out.

The two stepped forward, still using the corner of their eyes to observe Lin Yi.

Just as they were about to touch the soup bowl, Lin Yi rolled his eyes and said calmly in Arabic:

"You two stand in front of my booth, discussing ammonium nitrate propellant charges there, and it's been less than an hour—have you forgotten?"

"Of course, besides this point, there are other reasons."

"Pressure cookers as kitchenware are mainly used in East Asia, a few countries in Eastern Europe, and immigrants from those countries."

"These immigrants are widely distributed in Europe and America, Latin America, and Australia."

"The Middle East isn't a traditional stewing region; Central Asia is more likely to use this thing than you."

"Combined with the ammonium nitrate propellant charge you discussed, buying this thing—besides filling it with explosives, what else can you do?"

"Look me in the eye and tell me, what else can you do?"

After Lin Yi's reminder, Mohammed and the others finally remembered that not long ago, when they thought Arabic was an encrypted language, they had discussed ammonium nitrate propellant charges right in front of Lin Yi.

After Lin Yi's reminder, Mohammed and the other finally recalled that not long before, when they had thought Arabic was an encrypted language, they had discussed ammonium nitrate propellant charges right in front of Lin Yi.

Realizing it was their own blunder, Khalid let out a long breath, returned to the table, picked up that soup bowl again, and ladled himself a bowl of chicken soup from the pressure cooker.

After drinking half a bowl of chicken soup, he put the bowl back on the table, his pale blue eyes staring straight at Lin Yi, and asked with a smile:

"Mr. Lin won't... stab us in the back, right?"

Seeing these three people acting so cautious in front of him, Lin Yi pressed his right index finger against his brow and emphasized again: "I said, I'm only interested in money!"

"As long as you don't court death..." At this moment, the finger pressing his brow pointed downward.

Pausing for a moment, waiting for the three opposite to see the movement clearly, before continuing to add:

"As long as you don't court death on this land, it has nothing to do with me."

"As long as you don't court death on this land, it has nothing to do with me."

These few sentences still didn't dispel Mohammed and the others' doubts; Khalid stood by the side, pondered for a long time, and still asked the question they had been obsessing over:

"Mr. Lin, are you one of your government's officials?"

"No! I am a le-gi-ti-mate bus-i-ness-man!" Lin Yi drew out his voice, his tone carrying a hint of impatience.

Getting the answer, Mohammed and Khalid exchanged glances, forced smiles, and sat back down on the sofa.

Receiving the answer, Mohammed and Khalid exchanged a glance, smiled wryly, and sat back down on the sofa.

Everyone pretending not to know, isn't that fine?

Moreover, they had no choice; their only choice now was to cooperate with this person in front of them.

Figuring this out, Khalid beckoned to Ahmed; when the other came before him, he pointed at the electric pressure cooker and soup bowl on the table:

Figuring this out, Khalid beckoned to Ahmed; when the other came before him, he pointed a finger at the electric pressure cooker and soup bowl on the table:

After Ahmed cleaned the table, Khalid opened his clothes, took out a thin notebook from the inner pocket of his suit jacket over his left chest, and placed it on the table, spreading it open:

"So Mr. Lin Yi, since neither side has objections to the price, now, should we discuss the contract details?"

Seeing these three suspicious people finally steer the topic back to the product, Lin Yi's tense nerves also relaxed.

If these three kept asking, he'd have no choice but to claim the Security Bureau Chief was his own dear grandfather.

Although he didn't know the Security Bureau Chief's surname, the other side didn't know either, right?

He sat up straight, took out a previously drafted contract from the briefcase beside him, and handed it over: "Exactly what I had in mind!"

He sat up straight, took a previously drafted contract from the briefcase beside him, and handed it across: "Exactly what I had in mind!"

A bilingual Chinese-English contract.

Khalid gripped the contract in his hand, his eyelids twitching a few times, then handed the contract to Ahmed.

One can only say Ahmed, as a brilliant student who studied in London, lived up to his reputation; in less than 20 minutes, he had finished reading the contract contents.

Turning his head, he said to Khalid and the other man in Arabic:

"A very standard international trade contract."

"Mr. Lin's obligation extends only until the products are delivered and handed over at the port; the commodity price includes this service."

"After the port handover, any loss or damage to the goods falls to us."

Ahmed explained while handing the contract documents to Khalid and the other man, occasionally pointing at a clause with his finger to explain the detailed contents of the clauses to them.

Half an hour later, the three men's gazes all fell on the payment terms at the end.

There, in both Chinese and English, was written an extremely simple sentence.

【After the buyer places an order, pay 70% of the cost; when the goods arrive at the seller's country's handover port, after the handover is completed, pay the remaining 30%.】

Three pairs of eyes lingered on this clause for a moment; Khalid gave Ahmed a look, Ahmed understood, raised the contract draft in his hand, and pointed at the payment terms, saying:

"This clause—"

"No room for negotiation! I've seen many free-loaders who take delivery without paying, so this clause is not negotiable." Lin Yi refused decisively, looking all business.

Ahmed casually relayed Lin Yi's words; knowing this clause couldn't be negotiated, Khalid and the other man turned their attention to the quantity of this purchase.

"Buy 10,000 first to try?" Khalid spoke up, and Mohammed immediately followed up:

"Buy 10,000 first! After all, we still need to try it out."

Receiving confirmation from the two elders on the purchase quantity, Ahmed raised one finger and reported the number to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi held a steel pen, wrote down this number on the notebook, capped the steel pen, and looked at the three opposite him with a face full of sincerity:

"You want 10,000 today, so what about tomorrow? How much then?"