Chapter 39

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

118 liters!

This figure made Khalid cough involuntarily.

Not long ago, the electric pressure cooker they had discussed frantically had an internal volume of 5 liters; packed completely full, it could hold 8.6 kilograms of ammonium nitrate or roughly the same weight of potassium nitrate.

As a result, just as they finished discussing one project, the young man before them produced a gas cylinder mortar that could hold 118 liters.

He had just taken a look; the range was 3 kilometers.

A range of 3 kilometers was enough to do many things; moreover, with this propellant charge, the kill radius was at least 500 meters — one shot downrange, and it was questionable whether the enemy could even organize sufficient counterattack strength.

This…

Is this a divine manifestation from Allah, and then His bestowal of a gift?

Allah is truly too good!

Khalid raised his hand in a prayer gesture, silently praying to Allah once in his heart, then looked at Lin Yi with eager eyes:

"Mr. Lin, I… I want to ask one thing — does your so-called cannon have a safety warning video like that electric pressure cooker?"

He had barely finished asking when Khalid noticed Lin Yi's expression change; his eyes slanted slightly, wearing a look as if Khalid were teasing him.

Before Khalid could add anything, Lin Yi answered with a sidelong glance:

"If you want to die, you can just tell me directly; no need for all that trouble."

"The goods I have anyway, the power is sufficient; as for whether you believe it, that's up to you."

"If you want to buy, you can place an order right now; if not, pretend I never said anything."

"As a merchant, I need to emphasize once more: I am only interested in the money in your hands."

"You coming here, you can only be a merchant."

"That's it!"

Khalid's lips beneath his thick beard pressed tight; Lin Yi's words left him unable to refute.

This wasn't Iraq, wasn't the Middle East; there was no place for him to demonstrate artillery.

If he insisted on demanding it, perhaps today he would have to be carried out lying down.

But if he didn't watch a demonstration, it meant he would have to buy this so-called cannon with his eyes closed.

If the performance was sufficient, spending the money didn't matter.

The terrifying part was insufficient performance, money wasted for nothing.

Thinking it over, he still decided to gamble once more, to probe this man's background further.

With resolve in his heart, Khalid stood up, right hand placed on his chest, and bowed deeply to Lin Yi with great respect:

"Mr. Lin, for your generosity, our Sadell Movement will remember it in our hearts."

"But the cannon you speak of concerns our future, so we must be cautious."

"Therefore, I would like to ask for your help — please make an introduction!"

Even after finishing his words, Khalid maintained that bowing posture, appearing extremely respectful, and placing his own status very low.

On the sofa opposite, Lin Yi rolled his eyes, leaned his head back against the sofa backrest, a pair of black eyes devoid of any emotion observing the ceiling.

The name Sadell Movement, in his previous life, he had heard of when dealing with Middle Eastern merchants.

It was a major faction within the Iraqi Shia, its sectarian origin tracing back to the Sadell Family, a prestigious Iraqi Shia religious clan; the current leader's name was Muqtada al-Sadr.

Locally, he was generally addressed simply as Sadell.

His late father, Grand Ayatollah Mohammed Sadiq al-Sadr, in the 1990s, was an important Iraqi religious leader.

And the local honorific for him was generally Grand Ayatollah.

After the 2003 Iraq War, Muqtada, that is Sadell, began organizing the Mahdi Army militia, and began warring against the NATO organization led by America, as well as armed forces infiltrated by Iran.

Politically, they advocated Iraqi independence and autonomy, opposing foreign interference in politics.

The idea was good, but the place they were in was the Middle East; on this chaotic battleground, that idea wouldn't work.

So they kept fighting.

Fought for over 20 years.

Lin Yi wasn't some naive youth; he wouldn't treat the other party as a Sadell Movement member just because of Khalid's self-identification.

He placed his right index finger before his eyes, blocking the space between himself and Khalid, and his previously smiling face turned exceptionally cold at this moment:

"Mr. Khalid, I still need to repeat once more: I am merely a merchant, I am only interested in your money."

"Since you are unwilling to purchase, then…"

"Our negotiation today ends here; I hope you will transfer the procurement funds for the electric pressure cookers to my account as soon as possible."

"And I, too, can prepare the goods sooner and deliver the cargo to you."

Having spoken these lines, Lin Yi stood up, briefcase in his left hand, right hand on his chest, mimicking Khalid's gesture, and bowed to him in thanks.

After the thanks, he carried the briefcase and walked out; reaching the door, Ahmed guarding the entrance did not step aside, but cast an inquiring gaze toward Khalid.

In the direction of his gaze, Khalid stood there, teeth clenched, eyeballs rolling around.

Rolling and rolling, he raised his right hand, just like Er Kang stopping Ziwei: "Mr. Lin, wait a moment!"

"We'll buy!"

"But it might trouble Mr. Lin a bit — that is, this gas cylinder mortar, and the electric pressure cooker, need to be given to us a very small portion in advance; I need to take them back to Iraq first, to our warriors."

"Let them try them out!"

By the Door, after hearing the words of persuasion, Lin Yi's face showed no Expression, but his body was honest; following the Road he had just come out on, he retreated step by step, returning to the Sofa and sitting down again.

At the same time as he sat down, he had already opened the System Panel.

In the Supplier Interface, he picked and chose, selecting the Suitable parts into place, Found the parts' prices, and Added the Factory operating and labor costs.

Finally, he obtained two numbers.

Gas cylinder pre-treatment plus modification parts, 350 per set.

Mortar Cannon main body plus modification parts, 5300 per set.

Seeing the prices clearly, Lin Yi smiled bitterly in his heart; he could only let the Middle East brothers suffer first, let himself earn money first, and then Bring them along!

Raising his hand to close the System Panel, a trace of gravity emerged on his previously expressionless face; those pitch-black eyes then closed, his right index and middle fingers tapping continuously on his Brain, as if thinking hard.

A long time, a very long time.

He suddenly opened his eyes, the hand tapping his Brain slapped onto the table:

"Mr. Khalid, under the same delivery conditions, gas cylinders and modification parts, regardless of size, I'll give you 1000 per set."

"I'll give you a Blueprint then; you take the Blueprint, disassemble the gas cylinders, swap in the corresponding parts, pack Explosives inside, add a Fuze, and that's it."

"As for the mortar Cannon main body, 50,000 per set."

"Same as the shells, you only need to bring these parts back to Iraq, Find a worker who can read Blueprints, plus a few Wrenches, and you can assemble this Cannon."

"This price includes Tax Revenue, and also includes the cost of delivery to the Port; after Port handover, the rest you handle yourself."

"If you find it acceptable, then we can sign another Contract; you give me the quantity needed, and the money."

"In a Few Days, you can bring this civilian Cannon, return to Iraq, return to your familiar battlefield, and try it out."

"I believe the appearance of this Cannon will help you break the current situation, give you enough say, and make the Dawa Party and the Fatah Alliance people sit down and talk properly with you."

"How about it?"