Siheyuan diet for men and women

Chapter 1266 Civilian Hardware
"You eat it, he has enough to eat."

Zhou Yamei got up early in the morning to make dumpling soup with a poached egg in it. This is the coolest breakfast in Northeast China.

"I thought it was fishy, ​​so I didn't like eating it when I was a kid."

Lao Biaozi passed the fried egg in the bowl to Fu Zhidong and said with a smile: "It tastes good. Grow up taller."

This may be the most original and deepest expectation and hope that most parents of this era have for their children.

Grow up and grow taller.

Northeastern people pay more attention to height and physique than to studying. It is even generally recognized in later generations that young men under 1.7 meters tall are considered third-class disabled.

Even the height standard for conscription is much higher than in the South.

Of course, people of this era are generally short in height. One reason is that they don’t have enough to eat, and the other is that the physical work is heavy, which affects their acquired development.

This may also be the regret of a generation, so we should work harder to give the next generation a better life and not let them suffer such hardships and pains.

Fu Zhidong chuckled, looked up at Lao Biaozi and said, "Thank you, Uncle Biao..."

"Take small bites, don't rush."

Li Xuewu dipped some sauce with chopsticks and put it on the poached egg in his bowl, then watched his godson wolfing down the food with a smile.

Zhou Yamei looked at the people at the dining table from the kitchen, and the smile on her face became warmer, just like the morning light just rising outside the window.

"Qinglan and her mother are doing well, right?"

She brought up a small dish of pickled vegetables she had made herself and took the initiative to ask, "I was thinking of going to see you this weekend."

"Go now, she misses you."

Lao Biaozi scooped half a spoonful of soybean paste into the dumpling soup and replied with a smile: "He said he was very tired at home. The child was small, he couldn't go out of the house, and there was no one to talk to. He was going crazy."

"You too, it's not like there's no convenient car," Zhou Yamei picked up her bowl and said angrily, "Hurry up and send them here to stay for a few days."

"Did I stop them from coming?"

Lao Biaozi smiled bitterly and shook his head, "She said she wanted to go everywhere, but when she thought about taking the children with her and packing a lot of things, she was too lazy to bother."

"It's cold in the Steel City," Li Xuewu glanced out the window. It was the end of March, and it was still freezing cold outside in the morning, with the ground covered with white stubble.

"It's at least five degrees colder than the capital."

He picked up a piece of pickled vegetable with chopsticks and spoke slowly: "The trees in the capital are sprouting green leaves, and the flowers on the roadside have already bloomed."

"She regretted it herself, saying that she should have waited in the capital earlier and came back when the weather got warmer," Old Biaozi chuckled, "She also blamed me, worried that I didn't eat well and that I wasn't dressed warmly enough. In the end, she blamed it all on me."

"That's out of concern for you—"

Seeing that his bowl was empty, Zhou Yamei stood up and scooped a large spoonful of food for him. Fearing that he would not be full, she emphasized, "I made a lot, eat more."

"I won't pretend here."

Lao Biaozi chuckled and politely took it. When Zhou Yamei turned around, he started talking to Li Xuewu about the main topic.

"The thing you talked about before the New Year has come to fruition. There really is someone who values ​​money over life," he said as he ate a mouthful of dumpling soup, "three of us in one boat. We're pulling electrical appliances when we go, and we're pulling pork when we come back..."

"Is it frozen meat?" Li Xuewu raised his head and glanced at him, then asked, "Is it from the high seas or the small dock?"

"The big ship is parked on the high seas outside the small dock and stays there all year round," Lao Biaozi introduced. "I don't know exactly how they get it back, but at present, it's just a simple exchange mechanism."

"The boat can carry 200 televisions, which can be exchanged for 17 boatloads of frozen pork."

He raised his head and grinned, saying, "Our thousand-ton cargo ship is parked in Bohai Bay. I'll give them 500 yuan for each ship they run, regardless of life or death."

"Of course, it can't be all pork. The other party's ship has all kinds of stuff. We can load whatever is available. The price is not bad."

Lao Biaozi took off the watch on his wrist and placed it on the table, pushing it over and saying, "It's an Enicar brand. The store sells it for 151 yuan, but I sell it for 300 yuan and it's often out of stock. It's like picking up money."

As he said this, he shook his head with emotion and said, "Sometimes I feel that money is not money anymore. A life is not even worth 200 yuan."

500 yuan for a round trip, shared among three people. If something happens, a life is not worth more than 200 yuan.

But at this time, saying that you can earn more than 100 yuan for a round trip is really enviable.

It’s not much. After running for a month, working hard in the middle of the night, and taking into account the time for rest, I can bring home at least two or three thousand yuan.

In this era, two or three thousand!

"Pork, flour, cigarettes, sugar, soybean oil, cloth, pens... our ship collects too much of these things."

Lao Biaozi ate quickly, and while he was talking, the bowl of dumpling soup was gone.

Zhou Yamei wanted to give him the bowl back, but he waved his hand to refuse.

"I'm really full, Sister Zhou."

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and continued to report: "I was really mad once. Those stupid... stupid guys actually brought me more than a dozen ships of fertilizer. Where the hell was I going to spread it?"

He originally wanted to call him an idiot, but when he saw Fu Zhidong sitting at the table eating, he swallowed his words.

"It doesn't sound very dangerous."

Li Xuewu was full, put down his chopsticks, and asked, "Nothing happened recently, right?"

"We manage it strictly and don't work too hard, so of course nothing will go wrong," Lao Biaozi nodded and said, "I've issued a strict order to the ship. We'd rather not make money, even if it means losing money, than to lose lives."

"But the dozen guys who came recently were very aggressive and told the ship that they would not settle the bill and would settle the bill when they got the money for the boat."

He curled his lips and said, "I am a kind-hearted person, and I am the most benevolent person, you know that. I only set the price of one ship at 50."

"As long as they do what I say and don't take any unconventional steps, they will be able to take down the ship in half a year."

Lao Biaozi calculated with his rolling-pin-like fingers: "You see, I've made it clear to them that they will be paid 500 per trip. If they have their own boats, I'll charge them based on the cargo on the boat."

"They handle the cargo, so how could they not know how much they can earn from a cargo? They are all very ambitious and are eager to make a lot of money."

He spread out five fingers on one hand, made a two with the other hand, and said, "Five hundred versus two thousand. If you only sell pork, that's the price."

The big aircraft also has a payload, five tons, or ten thousand kilograms.

Frozen meat on the high seas is actually not cheap either, 200 pounds per ton, which is equivalent to cents per pound, which may be more expensive than that in the domestic market.

Someone asked, is Lao Biaozi an idiot?
The price of meat in China is 60 cents, and he spends oil, effort and risk to get meat from outside for 60 cents. Isn't this going to cost him his pants?

Just think about it, how many people can buy meat for 60 cents in the vegetable market? It's considered good if you can buy meat for 1.2 yuan.

The imbalance in supply and demand here has caused a price difference of at least 60 cents.

After deducting the operating costs and risk costs, the pork that Lao Biaozi brought back could still be exchanged for at least ten cents.

In other words, he sold 500 televisions from the electronics factory at a price of yuan per set, which means the export cost was yuan.

In exchange for 166,000 kilograms of pork, one can earn about 16,000 yuan.

"It's a small business, not very profitable, mainly for selling boats."

Seeing Zhou Yamei looking at him in surprise, Lao Biaozi smiled and explained, "The sea-speeding car that costs 500,000 yuan a ship is the biggest deal."

"Cutting leeks——"

Li Xuewu said calmly: "Don't be afraid of them making money. You can slow down the efficiency a bit, cultivate more crops, and harvest slowly."

"I understand. I've kept it in mind."

Lao Biaozi nodded and said seriously: "If we don't let them take the money back, how can more people believe that sailing can make money?"

"Only when there is a wave of people going into business to make money, one after another, can we achieve the step-by-step economic development rhythm of selling fast ships, selling anti-smuggling ships, selling faster ships, and selling faster anti-smuggling ships. The replacement is only to make the money flow."

"Uh..." Zhou Yamei was a little confused. She hadn't really studied this matter carefully, but she knew that Lao Biaozi was doing it.

Every time Li Xuewu came to Gangcheng, Lao Biaozi would take the initiative to meet him at home to talk about work and discuss work arrangements over breakfast.

After all, some things are not convenient to talk about in letters or over the phone.

Zhou Yamei was both touched and helpless about Li Xuewu's trust.

What touched her was that Li Xuewu raised her and gave her a good material life and a safe living environment.

Unfortunately, the more she knew, the tighter she was bound to him. She could no longer leave Li Xuewu or this circle.

Sometimes circles are like this, the invisible attraction will firmly grasp people's hearts, it is hard to explain, but you just can't escape it.

Lao Biaozi didn't care about her because Li Xuewu trusted her, so it didn't matter if some things were said to her face.

When Fu Zhidong grows up, she may have to carry the child on her back, but as the organization’s human resources manager, she is not an outsider.

“It’s a balance—”

Seeing that Zhou Yamei didn't understand, Lao Biaozi smiled and explained to her: "We are not afraid of them making money, but we are afraid that they will do whatever they want after making money and not know how to restrain themselves."

"This business doesn't need so many ships or so many people," he said in a relaxed tone. "If new people come in, old people must come in."

"After one batch after another is eliminated, the next batch of people will have the opportunity to earn money, continue to work for us, and save money to buy a ship... This cycle continues endlessly."

Actually, what Lao Biaozi said was restrained, but Zhou Yamei understood it. It’s about ecological balance and the survival of the fittest.

Exported electrical appliances are in the hands of recycling stations, as are the channels for purchasing ships, and even the handling of “imported” goods.

The recycling station has the final say on everything, including the speed of the boat.

As long as a faster ship appears, some unlucky people who don’t know how to live or die will be caught, and they will become the credit of anti-smuggling or the nutrients of the ocean.

"Those pork or commodities..." She frowned slightly and asked, "Are there any risks?"

"We don't have any risk. We are not redeeming it to individuals."

Lao Biaozi shook his head slightly and said, "This amount is not enough for each unit to share. Once the supply chain is broken up, there will be nothing left."

"Even if a ship carrying 1,000 tons of pork was brought back, Yingcheng, Gangcheng, Fengcheng, and Jicheng alone would have eaten it all."

He told Zhou Yamei: "We earn our money through hard work. This is no joke. We make almost no money from distributing meat to various units."

"Red Star Factory has more than 10,000 employees in Gangcheng, more than 10,000 employees in Yingcheng, and another 10,000 in Fengcheng. How many tons of food go through the canteen every day?"

Lao Biaozi shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Li Xuewu and said, "As long as the workers and cadres can eat pork, no one will cause trouble."

"Okay, go about your business."

Li Xuewu just needs to know that he has done a good job. Some things do not need to be explained too clearly, and Zhou Yamei does not need to be responsible for specific matters.

In fact, Zhou Yamei now understood that there was no need to take any risks with grain products such as pork, white flour, white sugar, and soybean oil.

Once you enter the mainland, enter the supply chain, and go through the trade management center, you won’t be able to see anything.

Especially for the food processing plant that the Red Star Factory is building, no matter how much grain and pork are shipped back, it is not enough to digest it, let alone divide it among the factories.

Precious and in-demand goods such as cigarettes, cloth and pens are out of reach of ordinary people, so where is the risk?

Now these "imported and exported" materials are only used to maintain ships and train personnel in the initial stage of operation, and are for the subsequent Northeast Asia strategy.

Li Xuewu once mentioned to her privately that the key is to export industrial products and achieve product premium to defeat the other party's industrial development potential.

Whether it is South Korea or Japan, neither has as much industrial production potential as the Northeast.

As long as it is operated well, although we cannot expect to be on par with the technology, we can at least stand on equal footing and use the large sea-borne aircraft to slow down the opponent's take-off speed.

It is now 1968. In another ten years, more capital will have been accumulated among the people of Northeast China and it will be fermented. That will be a good time for Northeast Asia to truly take off and conquer the economic market of Northeast Asia.

It is also a development opportunity for Hongxing Factory to layout an integrated industrial chain.

Li Xuewu was well aware that after opening the country's doors and opening up the market, the impact of foreign economy on local industrial productivity would be very severe.

If Red Star Factory wants to withstand this wave and achieve counterattack and growth, with its size and capabilities, even if it stands up, the losses caused will be immeasurable, and there is even a high possibility that the giant will collapse.

At this time, a key is needed to awaken and open the door to the economic market, combine the industrial production economic chain with the private capital cultivated over the past decade, generate a shock wave, and offset this wave of economic influx.

Only when the people have money, only when industry is quickly transformed into an economic surge, and only when the bold and reckless drive to expand the market, can the planned economy, which has been rigid for decades, be revitalized.

This key is the recycle bin.

It connects the industrial clusters that Li Xuewu has been planning for ten years, forms a domestic demand market internally and a crushing dumping market externally, and dares to say no to the market.
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Early in the morning of March 3, Gao Yaqin presided over a briefing for the inspection team and divided the Gangcheng Industrial Zone into several groups for visits.

"To be honest, this is my first time here too."

Gao Yaqin smiled and gestured to Dong Wenxue who was sitting next to her, and said, "I reported to the Red Star Factory at the beginning of the month, and I haven't had time to come down to do research work yet."

"But Comrade Wenxue talked to me last night and introduced the development status of the Steel City Industrial Zone and its industrial layout structure."

She gestured to Li Xuewu and said, "The Secretary-General knows Gangcheng very well. He mentioned that the Gangcheng Industrial Zone is too large and there are too many of us to introduce it or manage safety protection. In addition, we cannot see everything in a cursory manner. We must carefully inspect and visit the key points."

“So the secretary general suggested that we divide the group into several groups according to the industrial areas that can be visited, and each group will have a dedicated person to guide and introduce them.”

Gao Yaqin said earnestly in a warm tone: "Everyone can follow the detailed introduction given on the table and choose the group they are interested in to visit."

"One in the morning and one in the afternoon. It's voluntary to regroup. You can choose the content you want to watch. There are ten groups to ensure that everyone can finish watching."

Behind the foreign representatives were real-time translators arranged by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Red Star Factory, who promptly informed the foreign businessmen of what Gao Yaqin had said at the briefing.

The foreign businessmen were also very understanding. Following the translator's introduction and help, they began to choose what they wanted to visit and then chose the "tour guide" group to follow.

After final statistics, the most people wanted to see the electronics industry, followed by quite a few in the automobile industry and hardware industry, and then aircraft and engineering equipment.

The hardware industry is relatively scattered, so Art, that bastard, first chose the group that Li Xuewu was in, and he also took the initiative to ask to take a look at the weapons factory.

Whether it is foreign businessmen or representatives of the heads of United Industries, few are willing to look at the weapons industry, and the hardware industry only wants to see kitchen and tool hardware.

"In fact, you can go and see the aircraft and automobile factories first."

Li Xuewu, wearing a woolen coat, smiled and said to Art who was following him: "Besides, didn't I bring you to see it once last year?"

"Last year was last year. I heard you have new production plans."

Art wrapped himself in a military coat and gestured to the guys behind him, saying, "These are all my friends. They are as enthusiastic as I am about spreading the flame of peace. I brought them here to see the world."

"Then I can't embarrass you, can I?"

Li Xuewu glanced at the guys surrounding him with amusement. Each of them looked like a gangster. How could they be peace-loving?
In fact, he didn't know that to outsiders, there was no sense of incongruity when these people walked around him, and he was still the "handsomest" guy.

If Li Xuewu said that Art and his friends were not good people, Art would definitely feel particularly aggrieved.

Because in his eyes, Li Xuewu was not a good person either.

But in the eyes of outsiders, isn't this just a bandit leader with a group of fierce bandits? Li Xuewu, wearing a tweed coat, has a bulge on his waist. What is that?
"We're not short of money!"

"What the hell?"

Li Xuewu led the group of foreign businessmen out and prepared to take a bus to the weapons factory, but he heard a distorted Northeastern dialect.

"Who said that?"

He turned around to look for him, only to see that it was an African brother.

This guy is really dark, and he looks like a brother of Art. They both have a pair of big buck teeth.

Of course, this was a joke. Artek's hair was very white, the kind of white that looked like a piece of cloth on his head. Li Xuewu meant that his buck teeth looked like brothers.

"Stop talking nonsense—"

Art did not miss this trend and also said something in Northeastern dialect.

"Asking Mr. Li about money is an insult to him, understand?"

After teaching his friend a lesson, he turned around, spread his hands to Li Xuewu and said, "You are used to being straightforward outside, and you don't know the rules here."

"Do you even understand the rules here?"

Li Xuewu looked at him with amusement, then looked at the upright brother. Are they the Black and White Devils?
"Who taught you this Northeastern dialect?"

He nodded to the translation team behind him and scolded with a smile: "Don't teach useless things, these are our national quintessence."

"Hahaha--"

Li Xuewu's words changed very quickly, sometimes in English, sometimes in Northeastern dialect. Those who didn't understand were stunned, while those who understood laughed out loud.

In fact, those who deal in beheading business are more cheerful and humorous than those unscrupulous businessmen, and they even have a strong sense of humor.

Art brought seven or eight friends with him. His purpose was very clear: to see the weapons factory. They looked like they were ready to place a big order.

Li Xuewu had already known the purpose of these people, so he specially arranged this group inspection trip in order to show them some fun things.

How much money can you make from selling a truckload of hardware tools or a truckload of televisions? At least not as much as selling a truckload of submachine guns.

The weapons orders that Art placed last year have basically been fully delivered, leaving only orders for cars and other regular commodities.

It wasn't that the Red Star Factory delayed the delivery time, but this guy ordered two years' worth of goods at once, and requested delivery in batches and at different time periods.

This time, we brought so many people to buy peace, it seems that we are really making money.

"Isn't it very peaceful over there?"

Li Xuewu asked Art in the car: "Why are you so eager to buy peace?"

“Peace is needed at all times.”

Art said seriously: "Peace in one region is not peace. Peace in the whole world is the real peace. Peace is also a relative state..."

"You're such a philosopher!"

Li Xuewu nodded and praised him earnestly, saying, "If I don't hear your name in the academic world within ten years, it means that the world is seriously prejudiced against you."

"That's right, prejudice, absolute prejudice!"

Art was also amused by Li Xuewu's words. He slapped his thigh and said, "I actually have a lot of things I want to say to the world, but it doesn't listen to me!"

"You could write a book called Art."

Li Xuewu nodded at him and said, "Write down your views and opinions on peace, and then write about how you spread the flame of peace to the world."

"Alas—I am still too busy."

Art shook his head slightly and said, "But I will write a book like this sooner or later. Time is too precious now and cannot be wasted. When I am brought to court, they will help me write it."

"Hahaha--"

The translator and foreign affairs staff following the car were almost laughing like crazy. The two of them were chatting seriously about nonsense, which sounded particularly funny considering their identities.

They were talking about a deposition, wouldn't Art be willing to write it himself?

"You have expanded so many workshops?"

Before Art got out of the car, he entered the compound of the weapons factory and was surprised to see more production workshops.

"When I came here last year, this was still an empty lot," he pointed in the direction of the workshop and said, "It's only been a year."

"We are developing rapidly, especially in new civilian hardware," Li Xuewu smiled and nodded, introducing, "and we have received some commissioned production orders, and we happen to have some obsolete machine tools and workers who need to be resettled, so..."

“So this is recycling?”

When Art got out of the car, he was a little dazed. Looking at the factory where the machines were roaring, he turned around and asked Li Xuewu, "A complete set of light weapons system?"

"That's about it, what do you want to see?"

Li Xuewu took off his leather gloves, pointed in the direction of the warehouse, and said, "In order to welcome you, a warehouse has been specially prepared for the exhibition."

"Is there any need to consider it? Of course I'll take a look at them all!"

Art was like a little fox that fell into a chicken coop. His friends behind him all stared with eyes wide open and full of anticipation.

"Actually, I wanted to ask this last year. Since Mr. Ji can get so many obsolete weapons, why don't you start producing them yourself?"

He nodded and said to Li Xuewu: "You finally accepted my advice. This is definitely a good business!"

“We are just OEM production.”

Li Xuewu emphasized this and did not argue with him any further. Under the guidance of the security cadres, he walked towards the warehouse.

Along the way, they also saw some workshops where production was in progress, with weapon parts being transported into the assembly workshop on carts.

All of these people stretched their necks, looked at them, pointed, and instantly told what weapons those parts were used in.

Well, I can see that they all love peace.

"Type 56 semi-automatic, Type 56 submachine gun, Type 56 light machine gun," Art walked to the front of the wooden weapon box as soon as he came in, patted the exhibits on it with his hands, and explained: "You can buy these three with your eyes closed. They will definitely not be any different. Take as many as you can. There is no need to worry about not being able to sell them."

"Type 54 pistols can be purchased in small quantities. They are too powerful and can only be used by officers for self-defense. They are too luxurious for individual soldiers to use."

He didn't need Li Xuewu's introduction at all, let alone the "tour guide" here, but became the mentor of those friends.

“I really like this thing!”

He picked up a Type 56 submachine gun and introduced it: "It is actually a copy of the Russian AK-47, and it also fires 7.62x39mm machine gun bullets."

"Click——"

Art removed the magazine and gestured to his friends to introduce it: "It is also equipped with a 30-round detachable double-stack magazine."

After that, he loaded the magazine, pulled the bolt with his backhand like a gangster, put the butt of the rifle on his shoulder, aimed forward and said, "This thing can also fire semi-automatically or fully automatically."

"The theoretical rate of fire is about 650 rounds per minute, which is much more powerful than the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle over there."

"It looks like our store is about to open." Li Xuewu smiled at the staff beside him, then looked at Art and asked, "What was the price last year? It's still the same price this year. You'd better have an idea of ​​how much it costs."

“No, no, no—” Art shook his fingers, threw the gun in his hand to the friend standing closest to him, and said to Li Xuewu with a smile: “I no longer do this kind of small business, the profit is too thin. These friends of mine can use it to practice, it’s safe and profitable, and the profit is not small.”

"Do you know how to distinguish between a Type 56 automatic rifle and an AK-47?"

He pointed at the front sight with his finger and introduced it to his friends: "The AK-47 has a notched front sight, while the Type 56 has a round, raised front sight. You can tell them apart at a glance."

"Of course, they modified this gun."

Art lightly touched the triangular bayonet under the barrel and said, "It turns out that this is a detachable sword-shaped bayonet, but it looks more lethal now."

Li Xuewu shrugged his shoulders without saying anything, indicating that they could do as they please.

These people are all knowledgeable, especially with someone like Art, there is no need for him to introduce what these things are and what their advantages and disadvantages are.

"Type 54 heavy machine gun," Art said when he saw his friend paying attention to the big gun on the ground. "It's the Russian DShK 12.7mm heavy machine gun. It looks almost the same, right?"

"It also fires 12.7x108mm machine gun bullets, equipped with a belt or belt box for ammunition, and has a theoretical rate of fire of about 650 rounds per minute."

He patted the ammunition box next to the machine gun and said, "It's a good thing to put in a bunker, and it's also a good thing to put on a ship."

“Do you also produce this?”

Art had seen the rocket launcher a long time ago, but because he was with his friends, he didn't pay attention to it for a while. Now that his friends were studying the quality of the previous few guns, he turned to look at the other weapons on the shelf.

"The Type 56 rocket launcher is a copy of the RPG-2, and the caliber is also 40mm," he pinched it with his hand and said, "I want this one."

He turned back to Li Xuewu, pointed at the bazooka in his hand and said, "What's your current production capacity? I may need a lot."

"I don't know either. Let's talk about it later."

Li Xuewu flipped his palms but did not give any definite data. He was just here to visit today and was not allowed to take the place away.

"Type 63 60mm mortar, I like it."

Art understood what Li Xuewu meant, walked to the side, patted the small steel cannon on the shelf, and said, "Mr. Ji took me to fire a cannon last time, and the effect was quite good, but the stability was not very good."

"It has a range of 1470 meters and weighs only 12.5 kilograms," Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and asked, "What else do you want?"

“That’s right—” Art shook his head, smiled and said, “I want this one too. The last one was sold out in less than a month.”

"Oh, by the way—" Art turned around, looked at Li Xuewu and asked, "Are you still selling ammunition separately? Should I buy it from Mr. Ji?"

"That's right, we are just processing for you."

Li Xuewu pursed his lips and reminded him: "This is just a civilian equipment processing factory. What do you think our company does?"

"Well, I understand," Art nodded without any complaints. He really understood what Li Xuewu meant. "Reputation is more important. In the future, you will be a world-class enterprise."

"Thank you for your understanding—"

Li Xuewu smiled and asked, "Do you still need the Type 66-6 sniper rifle? We have a certain amount in stock. If you buy in large quantities, we can offer you a discount."

"My friends will love it."

Art gestured to the people watching the cannon, smiled and said, "I still have some in stock. Although this thing is useful, it is also really expensive."

"But I want all of these," he pointed to the various individual equipment stacked on the box, "The water bottle is very useful and is especially popular."

"The same goes for the ordnance shovel, as well as the dagger and lunch box. I want them all."

Art picked up a pair of binoculars, opened them and tried them out, then asked, "Is it a top-quality product? It seems to be of average quality?"

"Of course not as good as Zeiss."

Li Xuewu said frankly: "Because its price is not as high as Zeiss, only one tenth of Zeiss's."

“Its advantages are that it is easy to use and cheap.”

He took the telescope from Art's hand and put it in the box.

"In addition to weapons, are you interested in doing some civilian hardware business?"

"What? What civilian hardware?"

Art was stunned for a moment, then looked at Li Xuewu and said, "Have you developed new hardware tools or products?"

“Isn’t this part of the afternoon tour?”

"What you are thinking of is indeed in the afternoon."

Li Xuewu shook the telescope box in his hand and said with a smile: "The civilian hardware I'm talking about is a relatively special product that ordinary people can't see."

"Then I have to take a look—"

Art understood it in an instant, rubbed his hands, and asked anxiously: "Where is the civilian hardware you mentioned?"

"Call your friends. You know all these things by heart. What's so interesting about them?"

Li Xuewu patted him on the shoulder, motioned to the foreigners who were still looking at the guns and cannons, and said with a smile: "I'll wait for you at the door."

Having said that, he threw the telescope in his hand to Art and turned to leave.

Outside the door, the security officer saluted and reported: "Secretary-General, everything is ready."

"Well, be sure to pay attention to safety."

Li Xuewu nodded and reminded: "Including the implementation personnel and the target site, the personnel clearance work must be done well, and no accidents can occur."

"Don't worry, I'm personally watching this matter."

The security officer replied solemnly: "We have conducted several experiments in the past few days. There is absolutely no problem. The target site has also been isolated and inspected."

"That's good, thank you all for your hard work."

Li Xuewu smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "If you make this order, I'll treat everyone to braised pork. There's plenty of meat."

"Thank you, Secretary General—"

The security officer saluted excitedly, of course not for the meat, but for the chance to eat the meat that the Secretary-General had invited him to.

There is a huge difference here!
The group company is about to be established, and the organizational structure has suddenly been raised to a higher level, so there will naturally be a lot more corresponding positions.

Although Li Xuewu was promoted to the position of Secretary-General, he still worked in the security team, which was his supervisor.

Another thing is that even if Li Xuewu is no longer in charge of the security work, his influence on the security work will not be weakened much.

Everyone knows that whether Li Xuewu is in the security team or not will not affect his current work and influence.

The braised pork is not important. What is important is being remembered by the Secretary-General.

"Where are we going?"

Art and his friends went to the warehouse to look at the equipment they wanted to buy and discussed the needs for the next order before they walked out together.

Li Xuewu turned around, looked at him, smiled and pointed at the car.

“Want to go to another factory?”

Art didn't quite understand what Li Xuewu meant, but he followed anyway.

The group got back into the car and the convoy started, leaving the weapons factory and heading straight for the main road.

Along the way, Art saw the gates of many factories and occasionally met other groups, but the convoy did not stop and even drove out of the industrial zone.

As for Li Xuewu, he closed his eyes and rested, ignoring Art's questions.

The car seemed very quiet.

At this time, Art also discovered that there were fewer people on the bus, including translators and foreign affairs personnel. Even when the convoy was halfway through, some cars automatically fell behind.

Art's nerves became tense, wondering if Li Xuewu wanted to kill him.

That's impossible. A businessman like him is worthless. Even if we kidnap him, he won't make a penny.

Compared with the orders they can place from the Red Star Factory, harming and threatening them is tantamount to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. Li Xuewu cannot be so stupid.

But it was so mysterious that Art was confused again.

In particular, the convoy went further and further away from remote areas. Not only was there no city, but even the countryside was nowhere to be seen. There were only deserted roads that seemed to lead up the mountain.

Is he taking him to see some secret weapon?
Art began to doubt again. It was true that he was a peace messenger, but the peace he was selling was the peace of peace, not the core of a fried egg!
If Li Xuewu really wants to take him to see some amazing civilian products, do you think he will buy it or not?

I bought something but couldn't sell it, and ended up getting myself into trouble.

But if he doesn't buy it, he will definitely offend Li Xuewu. Then, will he and the brothers in the team behind him still be able to have lunch today?

Damn it, I should be blamed for being so curious!

Just as Art was blaming himself, the convoy stopped after traveling for an unknown distance and for an unknown amount of time.

It is surrounded by mountains, but there is not much scenery to see. It is a good place to bury someone.

There are few people in this mountain, so even if you kill them, there won't be any noise at all. Even if you beat drums and gongs and shout at the top of your lungs, no one will hear you.

"Get out of the car, what are you looking at?"

After Li Xuewu got out of the car, he saw that Art had not come down yet, so he smiled and greeted him, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?"

"Haha...natural."

Art got off the car nervously. He didn't know if it was because he had been sitting for too long, but his legs were a little out of control and he almost fell when he got off the car.

This is a remote place with no one in sight, let alone any factories or consumer hardware products.

The friends who got off the convoy behind him looked the same as him, and even the face of the brother from Africa looked a lot paler.

"Bring the things over here," Li Xuewu waved to the back and said to Art with a smile, "I've prepared a little show for everyone to enjoy."

As he said this, a security officer came over from behind carrying a round object, which made Art and others stare in amazement.

"No! Is this what you're going to show us?"

Art was confused, pointing at the thing on the ground and questioning Li Xuewu: "We have come so far through mountains and rivers, and you only show me a gas tank?"

"Hmm..." Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and said, "This is not an ordinary gas tank. This is a gas tank with a tail handle produced by our factory."

"What's the difference?"

Art wanted to curse. He seriously suspected that Li Xuewu was teasing him, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"Oh, the difference is huge!" Li Xuewu took the cardboard box from the security officer and gave each of Art and the others a pair of binoculars they had just seen. He gestured to Art and the others and said, "Watch a show first."

As he was saying this, a truck came from behind dragging a sewer pipe, leaving Art and the others completely confused.

"A new product from our hardware factory."

While the security officers were preparing, Li Xuewu smiled and said, "You should use it in the kitchen when you buy it back. You must not fill it with explosives, steel balls, nails, sawdust, or anything like that. You must not add sugar, ammonium nitrate fertilizer, potassium nitrate fertilizer, or anything like that. And you must not use it like they did."

Li Xuewu pointed, and everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw several guards stuffing the gas tank into the drainage pipe, and then -

Boom——Boom——

The smoke and dust were everywhere, deafening.

A cloud of gray smoke rose from the distant hills, looking spectacular and scary.

Now there was no need for Li Xuewu to remind them, Art and others raised their telescopes one after another, and the scene in the distance completely stunned them.

Is this civilian hardware?