Chapter 65: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

"As expected, an old general takes the field — one equals two. Having a teacher is great!"

"Graduate students are good, graduate students are more useful than undergraduates."

"Teacher, rest assured, I guarantee I'll vigorously promote Teacher Cai outside, guarantee I'll help him make a name for himself and achieve great success."

At the grilled fish stall, Lin Yi listened to the voice on the phone, agreeing nonstop.

After a long while, the call ended, and he also let out a breath of relief.

Turning back, however, he discovered the grilled fish on the table had been reduced to a single fish skeleton; the skeleton lay in the plate, its head raised high, as if it had died with grievances unaddressed.

As Lin Yi looked at the grilled fish plate, Ji Shuangshuang happened to let out a loud burp.

The sound was very loud, loud enough to make her want to dig a hole and crawl into it.

But the ground beneath her feet was all cement, impossible to dig; she could only sit there, feeling Lin Yi's probing gaze.

Even more embarrassing.

Here, the two of them, Lin Yi and Ji Shuangshuang, were experiencing Gusu's night life; six hours to the west in Iraq, Khalid was experiencing the despair of life.

After several days of preparation, he managed to get several dozen electric rice cookers and pressure cookers from all over the world.

At the same time, he also got quite a few gas cylinders of various models and differing capacities, and furthermore imitated the gas cylinders Lin Yi sold, making corresponding modifications.

Besides that, he also commissioned people to reverse-engineer several electric pressure cookers.

And the result of such painstaking effort was that the power of these things was not as great as they had imagined.

Clang— Khalid kicked an electric rice cooker flying with one foot, then grabbed the pressure cooker beside him and smashed it down hard.

The aluminum pressure cooker collided with the hard floor tile; clang— the tile shattered, the pressure cooker dented.

His hand was numbed by the shock.

Feeling the pain in his hand, he kicked another electric rice cooker flying, then his whole body slumped directly onto the ground, hands clutching his head, asking aloud nonstop:

"Where did the problem lie?"

"Which link ultimately increased the explosive power?"

"The signal reception module certainly couldn't increase explosive power, that little battery inside couldn't either, the materials?"

At this moment, Khalid seemed to have found the crux; he hurriedly stood up, hands tightly gripping Xiao Sadell's shoulders:

"When will the European material test report come out?"

The next second, Xiao Sadell gave him an answer that could make him give up hope:

"The news sent back from there: at least eight months are needed."

"Fuck!" Khalid let go, and spat on the ground again.

Eight months, having a baby only takes ten months; eight months for a single report, the yellow flowers would be cold by then.

He turned his head and kicked all those reverse-engineered things on the ground flying, only then reluctantly letting out a breath:

"The Chinese indeed have their unique strengths."

With that breath exhaled, Khalid's whole person seemed to have lost all spirit; his body went limp and collapsed, lying motionless on the carpet, a pair of pale blue eyes just staring straight at the ceiling like that.

Xiao Sadell watched from the side, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

Simply didn't speak either, and followed by lying down beside him, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The two of them just lay on the ground like that, lay for a long time, before Khalid turned his head a little, looked at Xiao Sadell and asked:

"Are Mohammed and the others coming back soon?"

Xiao Sadell lay on the ground, hearing these words, his body jerked: "News before coming to find you: the electric pressure cookers have all been delivered, total quantity 70,000 units."

"Mohammed is taking 1,000 of them and has already departed by plane."

"The remaining 69,000 are still at the port waiting to be loaded onto ships."

"Besides those 1,000 electric pressure cookers, Mohammed also brought five cannons, and 100 rounds of 118-liter shells."

"If faster, the day after tomorrow, around the 18th, we'll be able to see those things."

Old friend returning with equipment — this is a matter worth rejoicing over; thus, Khalid, lying on the ground, also jerked his body.

Adjusting to a new posture, he slightly tilted his head and asked Xiao Sadell:

"What is your father's opinion?"

"Father only said, let us make a big commotion, properly prepare a certificate of allegiance."

"We need to change the current situation now."

These few sentences plunged Khalid into memories; after a few seconds, he shrugged helplessly.

Sadell's words were right; the Chinese suddenly extending an olive branch at this time, then they, as the ones accepting the olive branch,

Ought to produce a certificate of allegiance.

Regardless of whether the other side accepts it or not, at the very least, they must let people see their usefulness.

He flipped over and stood up, walked out the door, turned right in the courtyard, and walked toward the room on the right.

Lifting the door curtain and entering, Khalid simultaneously pressed the switch on the wall by habit; the light came on, and the room's furnishings appeared before his eyes.

The room was very empty, yet also very full.

Because there was only one thing in this room — that large table in the very center; on the large table lay a map of the whole of Iraq.

This map encompassed Iraq, and at the same time encompassed parts of the lands of several countries surrounding Iraq.

On the map, there were several very obvious marked points; around these marked points were dense, closely packed lines of written records.

The text was tiny; if one wasn't careful, at first glance one might mistake it for printing artifacts.

Khalid stood beside the map, greedily eyeing the few marked points on it, but very quickly the greed in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only endless regret.

Footsteps rang out at this moment; he didn't need to turn around to know it was Xiao Sadell, so he simply pointed a finger at the marked points on the map and asked:

"What do you think?"

This question made Xiao Sadell roll his eyes hard.

He slanted his eyes at Khalid, rolling his eyes as he asked:

"How should I look at it with my head?"

"If it were me, I'd want to hit Asad Air Base in Baghdadi, but the problem is, that's not our turf."

"The remaining valuable ones, Erbil Base and Hanniel Air Base, are even farther away."

"And the closest to us is Taji Joint Training Base in Taji Town, Baghdad North; to go hit them, we'd have to pass through Baghdad."

"As for Baghdad International Airport, there are American advisors there, but the problem is killing them, the Americans won't feel pain."

"So, you tell me, who should we hit?"

Xiao Sadell's voice grew higher and higher as he spoke; by the end Khalid simply dug at his ear with his hand, then flicked away the nonexistent earwax lightly.

Then he blew on his finger lightly, slanting his eyes, glancing sideways at Xiao Sadell:

"I feel you still need to learn more."

One sentence, and Xiao Sadell instantly flared up, waving his arms and baring his teeth wanting to speak, but before he could open his mouth he was cut off by Khalid.

He grabbed a small wooden stick from under the table, the stick pointed at the map, and he said calmly:

"The several targets you mentioned are indeed valuable targets, however, attacking these targets does not align with our current interests."

"Asad Air Base is the most important base for America and NATO in Iraq; attacking this place would hurt them badly, but it would also be tantamount to courting death."

"Those two bases up north are in Kurdish hands; for us to go hit those two bases would undoubtedly mean tearing face with the Kurdish, which is even more against our current interests."

"Taji Base and Baghdad International Airport, don't forget, we also have people inside, and it took great effort to infiltrate these two places."

"If we attack, we'll inevitably have to use these people; using them means exposure, a loss we cannot afford."

"Moreover, is Taji Base a place we can hit? That's the Air Force Second Headquarters!"

The small wooden stick tapped through these points one by one, then was tapped by Khalid toward other marked points:

"I personally favor hitting these outposts!"

Xiao Sadell's gaze followed, landing on those marked points.

In 2003, after the Americans conquered Iraq, they propped up a compliant Baghdad government, then with the new government as the core and American troops as support, they set up several large bases and countless outposts.

The function of outposts is actually more like cameras; seeing enemies, they call in bombers from the large bases for airstrikes.

Pulling out outposts is equivalent to knocking out eyes one by one.

He lay prone on the map, following Khalid's line of thought, studying point by point.

His finger swept across one marked point after another, and finally he reached a conclusion.

That is, Khalid's plan was more suitable than his plan to attack bases.

Rather than attacking American bases and failing, better to directly hit their outposts.

Make them dare not go out, only able to turtle up in large bases.

Doing this, while weakening the enemy in a disguised way, is also strengthening oneself.