Chapter 62: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Throwing those miscellaneous things out of his mind, Xiao Sadell began to consider the key point in Khalid's words: how to get enough ammonium nitrate.

Or enough explosives.

In the Middle East, there are many sources of explosives, but the largest source is the American troops stationed there, then the NATO troops, then Israel.

And the traditional arms giant Russia has a share here, but doesn't count.

Because Russians like to add extras when selling things, and those miscellaneous extras are not liked at all by the "kind and hardworking" Middle Easterners.

Of course, if there's really no other way, some things can also be obtained from Russia.

After thinking through all the various sources of explosives, Xiao Sadell lightly tapped his knee with his finger and said with a worried expression:

"If it's just to satisfy the current quantities of electric pressure cookers and shells, we can scrape together enough ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate by scouring the surrounding cities."

"But the problem is, once war starts, it won't end according to our will."

"So while we collect these ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate, we also need to find a stable source of goods and establish stable channels to ensure we can get enough ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate during the war."

Xiao Sadell's words made Khalid agree very much; he lightly nodded his head, resting his chin on his hand, and said:

"You're absolutely right."

"If we're determined to do this, I suggest splitting into two routes: one is the normal Persian Gulf route, and the other, I suggest going from the north, through the grain-producing areas of northern Syria, then passing through Syria to Lebanon, to the port of Beirut in Lebanon, where there's a large chemical industry warehouse."

There's an old saying that you can't put all your eggs in one basket.

Xiao Sadell had naturally heard this saying.

The Sadell Movement's area of activity is mainly around Baghdad and in the Shiite areas south of Baghdad.

If the news is exposed, other factions, as well as the Americans, will definitely send teams to sweep and block in the south.

Then the northern route can come in handy.

Keeping this in mind, Xiao Sadell nodded: "Fine! By then you... forget it, I'll go myself."

Thinking about the trouble of running the channels next, Xiao Sadell couldn't help but shake his head, but what could be done about it?

As Sadell's eldest son, he could only go himself.

And he couldn't make a mistake; once he made a mistake, his dead old man might have his several younger brothers take over.

Damn it, they're already anti-government armed forces.

Why is there still a succession struggle?

Fucking insane.

He had just finished shaking his head when Khalid's voice rang out again:

"We also need a batch of high-performance explosives! These two special items can increase explosive power by 500% if we use high-performance explosives directly."

"Performance improvement might be even more terrifying."

"So, for the high-performance explosives available on the market, you'd better get me a copy of each, preferably Octogen."

"I—" A string of demands left Xiao Sadell speechless.

He wanted to curse a couple of times, but Khalid was doing it for the organization, so he couldn't curse.

He could only nod and shake his head, adding all these tasks to himself.

But soon, he discovered a blind spot.

Running the channels himself was for safety and stability, but getting those high-performance explosives was clearly a white-glove job.

And Khalid was the most suitable white glove his old father had assigned to him.

How did the task end up on his own head?

He looked over with a questioning gaze, but before he could speak, Khalid answered first:

"I need to verify some things."

He didn't say it outright, just pointed with his finger at the electric pressure cookers being moved outside the house.

Xiao Sadell wasn't stupid; just a glance told him what Khalid meant, but he still asked:

"You want to go to other countries, get similar things, and see if we can master those technologies ourselves."

"Mm!" Khalid lightly grunted, picked up the plate of flatbread and yogurt in front of him, stood up, and walked out the door.

He kicked the door open with his foot, and as he walked out, he turned back to Xiao Sadell and said:

"Sadell, remember: only by holding your own destiny in your own hands is it most reliable."

"The last piece of news: that Chinese person also revealed a piece of intelligence—that the NATO organization led by America is planning an operation called the Arab Spring."

"The target is all Islamic countries."

"The timing is unknown, but the method might be using public opinion."

"This intelligence should bring us some benefits."

Leaving these words behind, Khalid's back view disappeared outside the door, while Xiao Sadell in the room, after thinking with his head down for a long time, suddenly slapped his thigh, showing an expression of sudden realization.

He quickly pulled up the carpet, lifted the wooden planks under the carpet, and took out a book from under the planks.

The book was opened, and a slip of paper was clipped inside the data.

The slip had only a single line of words.

【There are believers gathering secretly.】

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On the other side of the world, Gusu.

Time passed quickly; in the blink of an eye, the new production line had been running for a week.

The goods for Khalid were all finished; Lin Yi personally led people to deliver this batch to the port, and after handing them over to Muhammad himself, Lin Yi only felt himself lightened by several jin.

Back at the factory, he discovered that a truck full of flamingo flowers had appeared at the factory doorway, and inside the truck bed there was also a money tree that looked not bad.

Han Shunfa stood at the doorway, arguing with the driver.

Seeing Lin Yi's old Santana, he hurriedly ran over: "Factory Director, the flower shop owner on the truck says the flowers were ordered by a boss named Lei Jun, saying congratulations on our successful opening."

As he spoke, a woman who looked to be in her forties, dressed in a flashy manner, got out of the passenger seat, walked up to Lin Yi, and pointed at the truck bed with her finger:

"General Manager Lin, these are flowers ordered by General Manager Lei from Yanjing, and he also ordered a money tree; well, because he was looking for the money tree, he was two days late, please don't mind."

Lin Yi was a firm materialist; left eye twitching meant wealth, but the right eye was QTMD.

Hearing this, he glanced at the truck bed, picked up the phone, found Lei Jun's number, and casually pressed dial.

The phone rang for a while, then someone answered from the other end; just as it connected, Lei Jun's cheerful voice came through:

"General Manager Lin, did you receive the flowers?"

"Received! Thank you General Manager Lei for your concern; I won this round, so you'd better keep that hundred yuan in your hand safe!"

"Glad you received them; rest assured, that hundred yuan is definitely mine. I have other business, hanging up now."

After hanging up, Lin Yi said to Han Shunfa: "Call a few people to move the flowers, and then notify everyone in the factory."

"Three days later, payday!"