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"You little rascal, how could you be so kind? Selling a production line? I don't believe it. Isn't selling feed more profitable for you?" Yan Zhengping stated his reasons.

"Commander Yan, I can only say… you know me too well!" Dongfang Chen said with a smile.

"However, this time, you guessed wrong. I really am going to sell the production line," Dongfang Chen said.

"Really?" Yan Zhengping asked suspiciously.

"Really!" Dongfang Chen nodded affirmatively.

"This production line, it doesn't have any problems, does it?" Yan Zhengping still didn't believe it.

"Absolutely no problems!" Dongfang Chen said.

"Then is it too difficult to produce feed?" Yan Zhengping continued to ask.

"Foolproof operation, no difficulty," Dongfang Chen replied.

"Then is the production cost high?" Yan Zhengping continued to ask.

"It's alright! According to my estimation, besides labor and energy, there aren't many other costs," Dongfang Chen pondered for a moment and said.

"Then I really can't imagine what reason you could have for wanting to sell the production line," Yan Zhengping said.

He had to figure out Dongfang Chen's reason for selling the production line.

As the saying goes, everyone under heaven is bustling for profit.

If he didn't figure it out, he might be tricked by this kid.

"Commander Yan, stop overthinking it. I'll tell you, I'm just afraid of trouble," Dongfang Chen said.

"Afraid of trouble?" Yan Zhengping was puzzled.

"Do you know what I use as raw material to process rat feed with this production line?" Dongfang Chen asked.

"What raw material?" Yan Zhengping asked.

"Mutated cockroaches, ants, fish, and so on," Dongfang Chen said.

"What? That stuff can be eaten?" Yan Zhengping immediately felt disgusted.

"Look at you. It's not for you to eat, what are you disgusted about?" Dongfang Chen said with disdain.

"But…" Yan Zhengping didn't know what to say, and could only sigh at how daring Dongfang Chen was!

"Don't worry, the production line can crush those mutated animals and then process them into high-protein nutrients. It's no problem for rats to eat. Besides, those rats will only live for a few months at most, why do you care what they eat? As long as they grow fast and reproduce quickly, isn't that good enough? We're just extracting crystal cores, not killing them for meat, what's the problem?" Dongfang Chen said.

Yan Zhengping didn't say anything, still digesting this information.

"If you feel that it's beneath your rats to eat this, then use the Southwest Military Region's reserve grain to produce it. I don't care," Dongfang Chen said.

Yan Zhengping was choked by this sentence.

"That's right, they're just a bunch of rats, why bother about what they eat? Why am I so stubborn?" Yan Zhengping was awakened by this sentence.

Nothing is immutable.

In the past, when feeding chickens and pigs, he was most disgusted by those unscrupulous merchants who added unclean things to the feed to promote egg production and meat growth. So, a kind of inertia naturally formed in his mind, that feed should be clean, safe, and hygienic.

But the situation is different now. Rats are not for human consumption, what difference does it make what feed is used? Isn't it enough to be full?

Using mutated animals as raw materials is also a wonderful idea. That stuff is all over the mountains and fields, with absolutely no cost. Using it to process feed would be very low cost. And I was worried that those mutated insects had no value, but now they do?

"But if mutated insects are used as raw materials, there are still problems," Yan Zhengping pondered for a moment and said.

"What problems?" Dongfang Chen asked.

"Capturing these mutated insects is very troublesome. It requires a lot of manpower, weapons, ammunition, and transportation and processing. After calculating all this, the cost of the feed will definitely not be low," Yan Zhengping said.

"Do you think I wouldn't have thought of these problems? That's why I'm selling the production line directly. Next, let me introduce the machine behind me," Dongfang Chen said with a smile, pointing to the aircraft behind him.

Yan Zhengping looked at the strange plane again.

"This is not an ordinary plane, but an aircraft that integrates capture and feed processing. It can realize the fully automatic capture of terrestrial and aquatic animals. It does not require the consumption of ammunition, and does not require too much manpower. With this machine, it can automatically produce a continuous stream of feed. How about it? Awesome, right?" Dongfang Chen transformed into a salesman and asked with a smile.

Yan Zhengping's eyes lit up after hearing Dongfang Chen's description.

This is a magical artifact! With this thing, all the problems he was worried about would be solved.

No transportation is needed, and no ammunition is needed, so the cost will definitely come down.

"No! There's still a problem," Yan Zhengping calmed down.

"Since you've developed such an awesome machine, why don't you use it yourself, but sell it instead?" Yan Zhengping didn't think Dongfang Chen was a fool.

"I said, I'm afraid of trouble. If I use it myself, wouldn't I have to recruit people? Wouldn't I have to manage it? Wouldn't I have to sell the feed that's produced? Isn't that troublesome? It's better to just sell the machine to you, and you can produce it yourself," Dongfang Chen explained.

"That's true!" Yan Zhengping nodded.

"Let's go, let's go up and try it out first!" Yan Zhengping dispelled his concerns and prepared to test the aircraft first.