Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 586 has finally been sold!

Ximen Lang was just waiting for Lao Luo to say that.

Therefore, it was clear that Lao Luo had finally relented.

Bai Ling, after talking to herself, no longer had any other unrealistic ideas.

Leading the group, Simon Lang arrived directly at the other side of this super-large warehouse, an area of ​​super container clusters that stretched as far as the eye could see, stacked like a mountain.

This massive container complex is truly astonishing, covering an area of ​​at least tens of thousands of square meters!
And this is the result after stacking 4 to 5 layers like building blocks!

It's truly astonishing to see in later generations that such a grand gesture was made so easily.

His heart skipped a beat, and Lao Luo was completely taken aback.

"Ah Lang, this...this huge group of containers, how many containers are there? And, are they all filled with Type 67 wooden-handled grenades? How many Type 67 grenades could this hold?!"

To be honest, when they first saw this scene, not only Lao Luo and Bai Ling thought it was exaggerated, but even Ximen Lang, who had already obtained specific data from Xia Yiyi and was somewhat prepared, was extremely shocked.

The reason is simple: there are just too many shipping containers here!
There were more than ever before, so many that even Ximen Lang could hardly believe his eyes!
Combined with Xia Yiyi's specific instructions to me before I came
"This is only half of it, and it might not even reach half the quantity. It's just that considering the storage capacity there, if too much is shipped over at once, they might not be able to handle it, so only this much was shipped over."

After desperately tugging at the corners of his mouth, Ximen Lang finally managed to force a big smile.

He tried his best to be friendly and kind, afraid that Lao Luo might change his mind, and introduced the person to everyone.

"These containers hold exactly 20,000 grenades! And just as you suspected, they're all filled with Type 67 wooden-handled grenades! As for the exact quantity..."

"Let me do the math for you. One wooden crate can hold 25 Type 67 wooden-handled grenades, and a standard 40-foot container can hold 916.67 wooden crates."

"25 multiplied by 916.67, then multiplied by 20000"

He took out a calculator and fiddled with it for a while under the twitching gazes of everyone.

As Simon pressed the equals sign key, the calculator immediately began to make a mechanical sound.

"That equals four hundred and fifty-eight million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand and five thousand!"

This extremely exaggerated number truly shocked Lao Luo and Bai Ling, who were already speechless with astonishment.

Seeing how outrageous things were in the future, spending over 4 million in one go!
Luo was completely taken aback.

"How much?! More than 4 million?!"

Looking again at the endless array of super containers, Lao Luo exclaimed in astonishment, somewhat incoherently.

"You have so many Type 67 wooden-handled grenades worth just over 4 million? You could find over a billion grenades if you searched around! Over a billion? You're kidding me! How many grenades would we have to swing a day to use them all up?!"

"Not much! Really not much! Let's say 10 billion. If we throw away 100 million a day, it will only take 1000 days! Just over three years. You'll be able to throw them all away very quickly!"

"What?! Even if we throw away a million a day, it would still take more than three years to throw them all away?! Ah Lang, I've never said anything harsh to you before! But this time, with this number, you're really kidding me?!"

Old Luo was so angry that he couldn't help but curse at Ximen Lang. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. Old Luo said with a prickly expression.

"Do you think this is a war?! Even if it were a real war, it couldn't go on for more than three years straight, could it?! And this is throwing away a million of them every day!"

"Who are you fighting? Aliens? I'm asking you, who are you fighting? You can throw a million grenades a day? Why don't you just say you throw two million a day!"

"Two million is great! If you can really throw two million grenades a day, you'll have used them all up in just over a year!" Seeing this shameless charlatan spouting nonsense, Lao Luo felt for the first time the urge to punch Ximen Lang in the face and smash his big face to pieces.

He took several deep breaths and rubbed his face, which was almost out of control, before finally suppressing the impulse in his heart.

Luo finally continued.

"Ah Lang, calm down. Stop giving me that nonsense. Just tell me the truth, how much of this stuff do you have left? Give me a straight answer!"

"Alright, Lao Luo, since you've brought this up, I'm not going to waste my breath on you! Back then, to deal with threats from all sides, we produced at least several billion of these things! Over the years, the total number used must be no less than 12 billion, maybe even 15 billion!"

"15 billion? That means..."

"It'll just be a matter of throwing it away for a few more years, it'll be over soon."

Even at this point, Ximen Lang is still saying "very fast, very fast."

"Get out of my way!"

She was so disgusted that Bai Ling couldn't stand it anymore. She grabbed Ximen Lang by the collar and dragged him aside, telling him to go cool off somewhere else!
Finally, some space was created for Lao Luo so that he could think things through properly.

After a long while, Lao Luo finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth, saying fiercely.

"Alright! No matter how many there are, or how many years we have to deal with this! Since we've agreed to take on this, we'll see it through to the end!"

"it is good"

"but!"

With a single "but," Lao Luo interrupted Ximen Lang, continuing, "I will."

"Our hand grenades also need to develop steadily. We can't let the Type 67 hand grenade cause our hand grenade development to stagnate for decades."

"Don't worry about that, we've already thought of that for you! Look!"

As he spoke, Simon Lang pulled out a large stack of professional documents from who-knows-where.

He handed it to Lao Luo and the others, telling them to study it carefully.

Meanwhile, Ximen Lang introduced them to the situation.

"See this? The complete design blueprints for the Type 77 and Type 82 hand grenades are right here! They've been broken down, crumbled, and fed to you, just waiting for you to open your mouths and swallow them!"

"In addition to these two types of grenades, there are also the Type 84 grenade, Type 86 grenade, and Type 91 grenade coming up, waiting for you!"

“Others have to go through a lot of trouble to develop even one of their own models, but we have several series that are directly related! Flashbangs, stun grenades, smoke grenades—you name it, we have it! Isn’t that enough to show our sincerity?”

If that's enough sincerity, then it's definitely enough.

"But these containers are stacked so high, we have to find a way to unload them! There are so many, how are we supposed to unload them?"

"Isn't it a coincidence? We've thought of this for you too! A whole hundred large tower cranes are parked right here, and they've even filled up their tanks with gas! Use them as you like, we're practically giving them away for free! How about that? You have nothing to say now, right?"

What else is there to say?

Since Ximen Lang had put it so clearly and considered everything so thoroughly, Lao Luo had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the deal without hesitation!
(End of this chapter)