Chapter 36: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

The sudden sound rang out, landing in Mohammed's ears, and he exploded on the spot.

He had lived more than half his life without a single smooth day.

Finally on a business trip, he could take advantage of the guild to travel.

He had just enjoyed two smooth days, not yet had time to be happy, when his smooth days were completely shattered today.

The stimulation he received today was more than what he had received in the past several decades, and more unbearable.

He slammed the table, stood up, and pointed at Lin Yi, shouting:

"Mr. Lin, if you don't want to cooperate, you don't have to cooperate; there's no need to scare us like this!"

"Do you understand!"

"We are merchants, we are in an equal relationship; even if you have this country as your backing, you shouldn't keep toying with us again and again."

Mohammed's sudden accusation left Lin Yi completely baffled; he stared at the other man for a while, then shifted his gaze to Khalid.

From the interactions just now, Khalid's status was clearly somewhat higher than Mohammed's.

He was the leader among the three.

He nodded at Khalid, then silently asked Mohammed:

"Is there something wrong with his head?"

This left Khalid unable to respond.

As Mohammed's friend of many years, he very much wanted to nod in agreement, agreeing that Mohammed had something wrong with his head.

But he knew very well that if he agreed, Mohammed would definitely beat him up.

He pressed his lips together, let out a breath, and tentatively asked Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, what you just said means your daily production capacity is 10,000 units?"

This question was like sweet rain in June to Lin Yi.

He gave Khalid a thumbs-up, then quickly explained:

"The production line in my hands is undergoing modernization upgrades; before the upgrade, daily capacity was 3,000 units."

"After the upgrade, daily capacity can reach 10,000 units; if running three shifts around the clock, capacity can be raised to around 20,000."

"So you said 10,000 units..."

Having said this, Lin Yi didn't continue, but spread his hands with a harmless, bitter smile.

Yet his simple statement of this number made Khalid across from him unable to stop coughing.

As someone with some understanding of industry, Khalid knew exactly what the figure 10,000 represented.

That was ten times 1,000.

Any product reaching this capacity would undergo a qualitative change.

That electric pressure cooker was right before him, with the number 5L clearly written on its outer shell.

5 liters!

Liter is a unit of volume; under compact conditions, ammonium nitrate has a density of about 1.72, so 5 liters of ammonium nitrate is 8.6 kilograms.

8.6 kilograms of propellant charge, combined with this electric pressure cooker's special pressure structure, once it explodes can easily destroy an M1A2 tank, easily destroy the high walls of the American garrison base, easily destroy roads, bridges, and those heavily guarded buildings!

Such a thing was originally something one could hope for but not seek.

Yet the person across from him casually told him,

they could produce 10,000 units a day!

This...

10,000 units a day!

10,000!

What about ten days?

What about twenty days?

What about thirty days?

300,000 units!

Khalid could not imagine at all what the scene would be like if countless such pressure cookers filled with ammonium nitrate were placed together and exploded.

Or rather, when the organization had enough propellant charge to fill these pressure cookers, what would the whole of Iraq be like!

At this moment, a sentence inexplicably popped into his mind—

Let's blow something up to our heart's content!

At this moment, his heartbeat began to accelerate, thump-thump, thump-thump.

He could even clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

That was the sound of excitement!

Even, Khalid felt his whole body burning up!

Across the table, Lin Yi's beautiful eyes narrowed, looking at Khalid with a face full of confusion.

He didn't understand why, after he said the number 10,000, the guy across from him seemed as if he'd been injected with chicken blood, his whole person becoming excited.

Crazy?

Just as he was about to speak and ask Mohammed whether Khalid had something wrong with his head, Khalid spoke up.

He stared at Lin Yi with blazing eyes, asking in a low, hoarse voice:

"Mr. Lin, I need an answer right now — your Electric Pressure Cooker can double the explosive power, correct?"

The moment this question was spoken, Ahmed, who was guarding the Facade, immediately pressed his ear to the Door, his eyeballs rolling round and wide, afraid someone might pass by outside.

Mohammed, beside Khalid, had eyes like searchlights, sweeping back and forth between Lin Yi and Khalid.

As if looking at two monsters.

And Khalid still wore that same look, those eyes fixed dead on Lin Yi.

Lin Yi did not speak; he merely raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, shook it, then put his hand down.

"500%!"

His words gave Khalid a definite reply; this Arab from Iraq often spat out a breath of Cold Air, his right hand hanging at his side suddenly thrust forward, five fingers spread:

"Get me 5 million units of goods!"

After speaking, perhaps fearing Lin Yi had not understood his meaning, he hurriedly shouted an addition:

"Dollars! 5 million! Dollars! You deliver to your Port, I'll come pick up the goods!"

His voice was loud and powerful, shaking ears painfully.

Mohammed beside him only snapped out of his daze long after Khalid's words fell.

He grabbed Khalid in a hug, demanding harshly:

"You're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy!" Khalid broke free of Mohammed's restraint, shouting loudly again:

"I'm not crazy!"

"Right now 1 dollar exchanges for 6.826 yuan RMB; 5 million dollars converts to 34.13 million yuan RMB, which works out to 68,260 Electric Pressure Cookers."

"That's merely 7 days of production capacity!"

"But do you know what 68,260 Electric Pressure Cookers landing in our hands means?"

"Do you know?"

Khalid turned the tables, seizing Mohammed's shoulders with both hands, questioning while shaking the other's shoulders wildly.

Able to reach the organization's upper echelons, Mohammed was no fool; he understood basic math.

These years, the organization has been using Roadside Bombs to ambush American soldiers.

Those Roadside Bombs were all refashioned from assorted bottles and jars, crude shoddy goods.

Moreover, the quantity wasn't large.

But now, just 5 million dollars buys a full 68,260 units!

And they're special premium goods whose power can be boosted roughly 5 times!

This...

These 68,260 bombs can completely blow through every American soldier base visible from south to north, east to west across Iraq.

Even go abroad to bomb!

And save materials too!

This...

Happiness comes this suddenly, just like this...

For a moment, Mohammed actually couldn't find a single word to describe his state of mind right now.

He danced hand and foot, reaching back to grab Mohammed, wanting to give the other a hug.

But Mohammed did not oblige; instead he shoved him away, turning his attention to Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, let's sign the Contract!"