Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 551 Abstract Collective!

In a nutshell.

"Want a bargain? Sure, no problem. I can take the plunge and lower the already loss-making price by another two or three tiers. But all of this is on the condition that you become the ones who take over the losses."

"It's not a million or two million wooden-handled grenades, nor a million or two tens of millions, but conservatively estimated at several hundred million! If they search the house thoroughly, it's not impossible that they might even be worth a billion or two billion!"

Don't say it, you really don't say it.

When Ximen Lang said that he could find billions of wooden-handled grenades from later generations by carefully searching, he was not exaggerating at all.

Because he actually had that much stock in later generations!
After all, in order to deal with the dual threats from the north and across the ocean, the later generations took the path of mobilizing the entire population to fight.

The wooden-handled grenades were prepared in accordance with the following plan: 40 for each soldier, 4 for each militiaman, and 1 for each ordinary civilian!
Consider the massive population that has long dominated the world's top spot, only recently being surpassed by neighboring India, and now relegated to second place.

How could there be a shortage of these wooden-handled grenades?!
And this is only what was planned; if we include the overproduction that was not planned, that's a different story.
Ximen Lang couldn't even imagine how many of these things were produced back then!
So much so that even after all these years of throwing them away, they still haven't finished!
I really think that the new recruits in later generations are really miserable, so miserable that it's indescribable.

He pulled out a huge stack of dozens of different types of new hand grenades that had been developed in later generations, and handed them directly to Bai Ling and Lao Luo, who were already dumbfounded, so that they could take a good look and see if what he said was true and if these hand grenades were really as good as he described.

Then, Ximen Lang said with regret.

"Look, look closely! So many different types of grenades specially made for our soldiers! It's because we had so many wooden-handled grenades left over from back then, so many that we ourselves didn't even know how many were left!"

"Decades have passed, and to this day, our soldiers are still struggling to throw those wooden-handled grenades produced dozens of times! How many generations have they gone through? Not only have soldiers come and gone, but these grenades have also undergone countless iterations and been produced in countless models."

"But what was the result? Not a single new type of grenade was deployed! Our soldiers, generation after generation, had never even heard of these grenades, let alone handled them!"

"How can this be allowed? How can this be permitted! We must compete with the outside world for first place in everything! Not just with one or two countries and regions, but with everyone and every region except ourselves!"

"Over the years, I've lost count of how many great achievements we've made that have garnered worldwide attention. Our army is universally recognized as the best in the world, invincible! But what's the result? This invincible army is still using outdated hand grenades from decades ago. Can you imagine how upset I am? Can you imagine how frustrated I am?!"

Whether Ximen Lang felt aggrieved or uncomfortable after hearing what he said, Bai Ling and Lao Luo didn't know, but they were definitely fed up with Ximen Lang's nagging.

It took a full minute or two to finally suppress the complex emotions that were mixed together!

After being questioned by Ximen Lang, Lao Luo and Bai Ling reluctantly put down these various new types of hand grenades.

First came heartfelt sentiments and agreement.
"Although I find it increasingly nauseating, and it always reminds me of what you're talking about again? Yes, Versailles, that's Versailles, the word you use so often. But, the power of these new grenades is undeniable!"

"I originally thought that the Japanese melon grenades and American hand grenades were already good enough, but I never expected that you guys could make them even better! To be honest, this is really beyond my expectations!"

"And I completely agree with what you just said. Such a good grenade was never even issued to the soldiers before they retired one after another, and the grenade faded into obscurity over time, which is truly a pity!"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Lang immediately grasped Lao Luo's hand tightly and exclaimed...
"As expected of my favorite male god, you really understand me!" But before Ximen Lang could finish rambling on, a sentence came out.
"but!"

Luo interrupted Ximen Lang's long speech, which was about to begin, and discussed it with him.

"We're taking on a project involving hundreds of millions, even billions, of grenades. This is just too big a deal for us! The main problem is that we simply don't need it!"

"If we really take over these grenades and become the ones left holding the bag, given our current peace and tranquility, I'm honestly afraid we'll end up like you, with so many grenades that we can't throw away, but we can't keep them either, so we'll just have to leave them there!"

"If we were like you, with no new grenades for years, and our soldiers never even got to touch a new grenade before retiring, then we would be the ones who would feel terrible."

Lao Luo's concern is certainly not without merit.

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"Are you sure you really don't need this? Are you sure you don't need these grenades? I doubt it."

Although he needed to keep his "secret" to himself, Ximen Lang couldn't say too much or be too blunt with Lao Luo.

"But look at us. Back then, we had to rely on these grenades to maintain appearances and deter those who coveted us. Do you think you can escape? As long as you stick to your principles, adhere to your bottom line, and resolutely safeguard the sovereignty and territorial integrity of Beijing, I can say with certainty that you will not be able to escape!"

"Not to mention, a guy with a rather peculiar way of thinking, whom I still can't figure out, has made it clear that it's the Indian guy next door! He has some ideas about you guys, and big ideas at that!"

This really baffled Lao Luo.

"That Indian guy next door? What makes him think he can?! We just defeated 17 gangs, what gives him the right to have designs on us?!"

But who can blame them when their Indian neighbor is so abstract? And whose thought process is so peculiar?

Back then, the leader thought about it for three days and three nights but couldn't understand why he wanted to target us, Ximen Lang.
Needless to say.

He shrugged and frankly told Lao Luo that he also couldn't figure it out, and that the Indian's abstraction was so unfathomable that it was practically a collection of abstractions.

Since Ximen Lang had already said all that, Lao Luo certainly couldn't keep dragging it out any longer.

Although there's an old saying that the longer you work, the more you earn.

But for Ximen Lang, and for the descendants who always held goodwill towards him...
Forget it!

So, without a second thought, Lao Luo directly expressed to Ximen Lang that Sijiucheng was willing to be the one to take over.

(End of this chapter)