Chapter 37: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Khalid was very excited, but Lin Yi was even more excited than them.

A five-million-dollar order; although tax-inclusive, affected by the financial crisis, policies offered incentives in export foreign exchange, and tax refunds could be claimed at year-end.

Small home appliances could almost be fully refunded, meaning that for these five million dollars' worth of goods, he himself could earn two and a half million dollars.

Although this number was a bit unlucky, but...

Banknotes were banknotes, the cutest banknotes.

He suppressed that flutter in his heart without a trace, and lightly tapped his head:

"Then let's discuss the supply time!"

"My production line is undergoing renovation, and it will probably take about five more days. Sixty-eight thousand Electric Pressure Cookers—I'll give you a round number and throw in two thousand, totaling seventy thousand. From stocking to complete shipment, it will take about ten days."

"That is to say, after our contract is signed, I can deliver all the goods in about fifteen days."

"If Mr. Khalid thinks there's no problem, then I'll fill in the supply time, supply quantity, supply price and total price, and the obligations of both parties."

Hearing that they could get this batch of goods in about fifteen days, Khalid was also quite surprised.

After all, the time they had budgeted for this trip was two months.

Within two months, find a suitable product, agree on the price, agree on the supply quantity, then take samples back.

Large quantities of goods would come later.

Now they had just landed in China and already found a suitable product, and they could get the goods in only fifteen days.

And from the nearest port to Umm Qasr Port in Iraq, a direct cargo ship would take about twenty-five days.

They could save nearly a month!

This could be called a surprise among surprises.

He could even take a batch of goods by air and go back first, arriving before Christmas, to give those American soldiers a good Christmas.

An unforgettable Christmas!

A happy Christmas!

Khalid made a praying gesture, then lightly nodded at Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, the delivery time is set at fifteen days, counting from tomorrow."

"Fifteen days later, you must deliver all corresponding goods to us, delivered to the corresponding port."

"Regarding customs clearance of the goods, you still need to help run some errands."

Speaking, Khalid reached out to take the contract, pulled out a Steel Pen from the inner pocket of his left suit chest, and nimbly wrote the words he had just said into the corresponding positions.

He wrote in Arabic.

After writing these clauses, he casually filled in his own name, and also left the date.

After waiting for the ink marks to dry a little, he stood up, held the contract with both hands, and handed it to Lin Yi.

The Arabic on the contract made Lin Yi's face twitch; he suppressed the urge to curse, translated those few sentences of Arabic into Chinese, and wrote them below the Arabic.

After writing, he then signed his own name and signing date, as well as the most important company account.

After finishing this contract, Lin Yi expressionlessly pulled open his Briefcase and took out the remaining five copies from inside.

Seeing these five contracts, Khalid almost wanted to slap himself.

But in the end he did not act; instead, he silently took the contracts and silently continued filling them out.

The pretense he put on, he bore himself.

After all six contracts were signed, nearly an hour had passed.

Both sides checked each other, confirmed that neither had tampered with subsequent signatures, then each took three copies and extended their right hands:

"Happy cooperation!"

"Happy cooperation!"

After the handshake, Khalid handed the contracts to Ahmed, then prepared to call people to leave.

His right leg had just been raised, and he had not yet taken a step, when he heard Lin Yi's cheerful voice sound behind him:

"Mr. Khalid, by the way, do you want to get some other things?"

This sentence made Khalid, who was kicking his leg to leave, stop his movement, slowly retract the right leg he had just raised, turn around, a hint of playfulness appearing on his big-bearded face, and look at Lin Yi with a smiling gaze:

"Mr. Lin, do you have any more good things?"

Under his expectant gaze, Lin Yi had a smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his right index finger before his eyes, and lightly pointed forward once:

"A kind of cheap Cannon!"

This sentence made the three people present all involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.

Ahmed, who had just left from the Door, carried his Briefcase, took a flying step to the edge of the Door, pressed his right ear tightly against the Door, afraid that someone might pass by outside.

Khalid stood in place, his Adam's apple rolling once, closed his eyes, and asked in an excited yet hoarse voice:

"Are you sure it's a Cannon?"

"Mm!"

Very light, but very fast.

This light reply did not make Khalid happy; instead, it added a hint of suspicion to his face, and even the way he looked at Lin Yi changed.

That was the annoyance and anger of having been outwitted.

Although he had been outwitted all day today, now he was outwitted again.

Anyone would be angry!

Noticing this slight change, Lin Yi wiggled his finger and explained with a calm face:

"I said I'm not interested in you, I'm only interested in your money."

"This kind of electric pressure cooker, although it can be modified into a remote-controlled mine, ultimately requires someone to physically carry this thing to the roadside, to the target that needs attacking."

"But the thing I'm about to say doesn't need that."

"Your thinking should be more open!"

"Besides using pressure vessels to make mines, they can also be used to make cannons."

"And unfortunately, I happen to have a Special Equipment Company that can produce the corresponding pressure vessels."

"And..." Lin Yi paused, a smile on his face, pointing with his finger at the electric pressure cooker beside him filled with chicken soup.

Khalid's gaze shifted accordingly, landing on the electric pressure cooker.

After staring at the pressure cooker for a while, the suspicion in his eyes slowly faded, turning into a look of shock.

After swallowing hard with great difficulty, he mechanically turned his head, his gaze landing on Lin Yi, looking at Lin Yi and asking:

"The same effect?"

Meeting Khalid's expectant gaze, Lin Yi wore a confident smile, lightly tapping his head: "Yes!"

"Not only is the power sufficient, but the materials used are all civilian products; even if others find out, they can only watch helplessly."

"And when using them, you can fire one shot and change locations; even if you don't change, throwing it away won't cost much money."

"Very suitable for you!"

"Mr. Khalid, are you interested?"

This time, Khalid no longer had his earlier calm; he crossed the distance between him and Lin Yi in two or three steps, came before Lin Yi, grabbed Lin Yi's shoulders tightly with both hands, and let out a roar that grew louder and louder:

"Are you sure?"

"Are you sure it's really a cannon?"

"Really?"

He couldn't stay calm; in the international military field, only weapons with a caliber above 20 millimeters can be called cannons.

Small calibers are generally machine guns, mainly appearing on armed helicopters, launching strikes against the ground from the air.

For unarmored personnel, when the machine gun of an armed helicopter sounds, it means death.

Larger calibers are mainly mortars and small grenade launchers.

This thing is also one explosion, one dead.

Going higher, 100 millimeters and above are mainly various tank main guns, vehicle-mounted howitzers, and rocket cannons.

The organization only has RPG-7 rockets, no such main guns, howitzers, or rocket cannons.

Over 150 millimeters is heavy artillery.

But it's something desirable yet unattainable.

What the organization wants most is the Soviet-made Tulip, that 240-millimeter mortar; one shot can easily demolish a building.

But those things are outrageously expensive, and even with money, there's no market.

But now, this guy in front actually says he has cannons!

Cannons!