Chapter 40: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Khalid lowered his eyes, frowned in thought for a moment, then simply pulled a notebook from his briefcase and began writing and drawing in it.

He muttered under his breath, but his voice was too low, and his accent was strange, so Lin Yi couldn't hear clearly or make out what he was saying.

After maintaining this motion for about ten minutes, Khalid suddenly looked up, pressed his right hand on the notebook in front of him and gently rotated it, then pushed the notebook forward, sliding it in front of Lin Yi.

At this moment, Lin Yi finally saw clearly what was written in the notebook.

It was the quantity of weapons Khalid needed.

Since Lin Yi said regardless of size, the notebook listed two types of shells, namely YSP35.5 and YSP118.

Half each, totaling 29,130.

As for cannons, this guy wanted a full 100.

Combining the prices of these two figures, the final total was exactly 34.13 million RMB, or 5 million US dollars.

Electric pressure cookers were 500 each, and he earned half; for this so-called cannon, he earned more than half.

At year-end, after claiming export tax rebates, from over 60 million he netted 40 million.

Truly, the old saying came to pass: no wealth without windfall, a horse is not fat without night grass.

To make money, one really had to take the crooked path.

Having learned from the embarrassment of filling out the contract last time, this time Khalid did not presume to write in Arabic, but had Ahmed do it instead, writing the corresponding clauses in English in the blank spaces.

When writing the delivery time, Ahmed stopped and looked at Khalid.

Khalid noticed the movement, said nothing, but turned to look at Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, I don't know how long it will take to deliver this batch of cannons."

"Three months!" Lin Yi spat out a number without emotion. Upon learning delivery would take half a year, the smile Khalid had recently accumulated vanished without a trace in an instant.

This thing...

Three months, and the yellow flowers would be cold.

But before he could speak, Lin Yi jumped in first, explaining ahead of him:

"My own steel processing factory will probably need two more months to complete. Before that, I can arrange a small batch from elsewhere for you to take back and use first."

"By the time the factory construction is finished, you'll find that over 20,000 shells are really not enough."

"To express my apology, I'll make up the gas cylinders to thirty thousand for you!"

"If you're not in a hurry, you can wait until the factory construction is completed and then send them in batches. After all, internationally, military equipment sales are often calculated by the year."

"Three months is truly insignificant compared to those contracts."

Lin Yi was still talking nonstop, but Khalid and Mohammed opposite him had already begun to wander off in thought.

After Lin Yi spoke for a long time, they only heard one sentence: arranging a small batch for you from elsewhere.

What factory construction needs time, what three months.

These were clearly excuses.

These things needed to be transported from a secret place, then modified at Lin Yi's so-called processing factory, disguised as ordinary civilian products, and then shipped at the port.

Only in this way could it explain why ordinary electric pressure cookers and liquefied gas cylinders would increase several times in power after passing through their hands.

The Middle Eastern folks were just poorly educated, but not fools.

To achieve this level, there must be a powerful organization behind it, or rather, a powerful country.

Without a doubt, there was a powerful organization behind Lin Yi.

He really was an official person!

Khalid gave Mohammed a traceless glance; Mohammed received the glance and returned the same look.

Receiving the look, Khalid picked up the steel pen and wrote the number 180 days on the contract document without hesitation. After writing the number, he also wrote his name and date on the contract.

Passing it over, the contract was pushed in front of Lin Yi.

Looking at these clauses, Lin Yi nodded in satisfaction, signed his name and date, then began copying the remaining five copies.

Another thirty minutes passed; after the contract copying was finished, both sides checked each other, confirmed no clauses were missing or secretly altered, then put their minds at ease and each took their three copies of the contract.

The contracts were put into the briefcase; Khalid and Lin Yi stood up at the same time, almost simultaneously extending their right hands toward each other:

"Pleasant cooperation!"

"Pleasant cooperation!"

The cooperation was settled; both sides no longer had their initial guard, appearing especially relaxed, and when speaking, they were less circuitous.

Walking out the door, Lin Yi subconsciously tried to get close, preparing to invite the three to eat. Just as he opened his mouth, Khalid raised his hand and waved:

"Mr. Lin, I know your customs, but I'm sorry, we have our own dietary habits, afraid that eating together might cause misunderstandings."

"So, Mr. Lin doesn't need to see us off. We'll go back first, prepare the funds, and then transfer them to your company account."

"By then, please Mr. Lin, for the sake of the money, shorten the delivery time a bit."

"Thank you!"

After exchanging pleasantries with Lin Yi, Khalid turned around, leading Mohammed and the other away without looking back, as if they had made some decision.

Lin Yi watched the three disappear down the corridor, then patted his briefcase and turned toward the booth.

Meanwhile, Khalid and the other two, after leaving the negotiation area, each scattered and disappeared into the crowd.

Khalid wandered in the crowd for a long time, then, speaking broken English, came to the volunteer service desk of the exhibition. He gestured and spoke to the volunteer inside the desk for a long time before finally getting a list of exhibitors prepared by the exhibition organizer.

His finger slid across the list. When it reached Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group, a golden light flashed in his eyes. He memorized Xiaomi Heavy Industry's information, turned around, and walked out of the exhibition hall.

The three regrouped on the square, then found a flower bed to sit down at, staring unblinkingly at the old men and women dancing on the square, occasionally baring a big tooth and grinning foolishly.

After watching the old men and women for half an hour, Mohammed suddenly spoke:

"I haven't found anyone following me on my end!"

He spoke, and Ahmed immediately followed suit, shaking his head to indicate that when he went out, he had not been followed.

Finally, it was Khalid.

He nodded his head, giving his reply to the two.

After replying, the three fell into silence once more.

After all, what happened today was too strange, too beyond ordinary people's understanding.

In the silence, Mohammed broke the quiet:

"Are we really going to give him the money?"

"His stuff is good, give it to him, what's the problem?" Khalid tilted his head and asked back, then after asking, he pointed with his finger at the ground beneath his feet:

"Next, we five split into three groups, Ahmed and you are one group, I am one group alone, and the two left behind at the hotel are another group."

"The ones left behind at the hotel stay behind, you two go near his factory, I go find the Organizer, and take a close look at this Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

"We regroup after 24 hours, during this time I also happen to go prepare the funds."

After giving his instructions, Khalid waved his hand: "Now, go back to eating!"