Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 451 High-Tech Weapons! (First Update!)

As they were talking, Zhao Jingsong suddenly steered the conversation towards Lin Yi:
"President Lin, I heard from Qin Chao that you seem to have business in the Middle East. Is there any special information?"

"To be honest, regular trade with America, Australia, Europe, Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asia isn't easy. I've heard that the Middle East is full of wealthy people. Do you think it's possible for us to expand our business there?"

Zhao Jingsong's words acted as a pause button, causing everyone at the table to stop what they were doing and turn to look at Lin Yi.

It's almost certain that Suzhou will be the city with the highest GDP in Jiangsu Province this year, and the key to Suzhou's success lies in having a Xiaomi Heavy Industry plant there.

According to insider information they've gathered, Xiaomi Heavy Industry alone has contributed nearly 200 billion yuan to Suzhou's GDP this year.

If, supposing.

If this Mr. Lin can replicate the miracle he achieved in Suzhou in Jinghai, bringing them 20-30 billion yuan in GDP and creating tens of thousands of jobs, then he will have done them a great favor.

Whether now or in the future, they will feel very proud when they go out.

Of course, it would be even better if it could surpass Suzhou.

Then Jinghai can compete with several cities in the Yangtze River Delta for status, and locals will have more confidence when they go out to work.

Stared at by this group of people, Lin Yi picked up the small wine glass in front of him, drank the wine in it in one gulp, and gently shook his head under their expectant gazes:

"Highly unlikely!"

"Although the Middle East is chaotic, the market has always existed. The problem is that Jinghai City's products are not very competitive in the Middle East."

"According to the information I have, the export of electromechanical products accounts for more than 50% of the total export value of Jinghai City."

"Of this 50%, the largest proportion is ships and marine equipment, followed by electronic components, and then household appliances."

“And these things were introduced to the Middle East by Europe, America, Japan and South Korea much earlier than we were.”

"Their products have already created a brand barrier there."

"If we want to compete with them, we must have our own competitive advantages."

"I think everyone should be very clear about whether we have a competitive advantage or not."

"Besides electromechanical products, the only products left that can open up the situation in the Middle East are textiles."

"Besides Jinghai, there are also textile giants in Guangdong and Yue provinces. The profits from these two places... you should all be more aware of them."

When Lin Yi first started speaking, the group of people were staring at him expectantly, but as he continued, they all turned their heads away, picked up their glasses, and began to drink in silence.

After watching them drink for a while, Lin Yi raised his glass high:
"Everyone, we don't need to wallow in self-pity."

"Right now, we are outmatched in skill, and we really can't take anything from them."

"However, all of this is temporary."

"We are developing gradually. In a few years, when we have enough capabilities, we will be able to snatch the lucrative world trade from the hands of Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea!"

"The days when Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea could make money effortlessly are over."

"I, Lin, am not very talented, but I just pinched myself and I feel that I can accomplish all of this in five years."

"Are you all willing to believe me?"

After holding his glass for a while, Zhao Jingsong slowly stood up, clinked his glass against Lin Yi's, and then turned to look at the others:
"I'm willing to believe!"

After him, the others also stood up and clinked their glasses together, saying, "I'm willing to believe it too!"

"With President Lin being so supportive, how can we not believe him?"

"Five years! Five years is a time that everyone can afford to wait!"

…………

With the land issue for the shipyard resolved, the most important next step is planning.

The planning includes shipyard construction, land use planning for the remaining island, road planning on the island, and road planning connecting the island to the outside world.

As the CEO of Xiaomi Heavy Industry, Lin Yi was naturally drafted into the workforce. As the CFO, Ji Shuangshuang was also destined to be a laborer, as the shipyard would require a large flow of funds in and out of the company once construction began.

These two laborers then naturally shifted their attention to the Xiaomi Heavy Industry drone testing team, treating them as laborers and dragging them over from Suzhou.

At the same time, they were given a career change, becoming civil engineers.

They were busy at the scene, while Zhao Jingsong studied the situation nearby, and at the same time, he kept nagging in Lin Yi's ear:
"This drone uses your navigation system, right?"

"Is it really this convenient to do these things nowadays?"

"They don't even need people to run anymore! The world is changing so fast."

"This reminds me of my old classmate who was a surveyor. Back then, he was full of vigor and ambition. After graduation, he went to work for a railway bureau and then disappeared without a trace."

“I even thought he was dead until I saw him on a project. He was wearing a hard hat, his skin was tanned, and his eyes were bright, but those bright eyes couldn’t hide his beggar-like appearance.”

"I even treated him to a drink back then!"

"Now who knows where they've disappeared to!"

Listening to his sentiments, Lin Yi remained calm, as surveying was just a small subject within the Civil Engineering program.

The worst off are those who do drilling.

He waved his hand calmly: "It's alright, as long as he's not a drilling worker!"

"When you see people doing drilling, you don't think they are beggars; you just think they are refugees who have just escaped from mudslide disaster areas."

While the two were talking, the drone test team had finished mapping the area ahead and was packing up their equipment to move to another location.

A short while later, the pickup truck carrying the equipment drove away, and as the sound of it receding into the distance, Zhao Jingsong suddenly asked:
"Kobayashi, do you think that once our shipyard is completed, it will be able to build ships that surpass the America Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyers?"

"What if we could even build ships that surpass America's nuclear-powered aircraft carriers?"

"Do you think we could go aboard and take a look after this ship that's been built?"

Upon hearing this question, Lin Yi calmly turned around and said, "Secretary Jingsong, you are underestimating us too much."

"America's Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyers are indeed very strong, but you should know that the first Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer was already a product of 1991."

"A full 19 years have passed, and we need to become stronger."

"We need to surpass them across the entire system; otherwise, we'll just be left behind and eating their dust."

"When the first guided-missile destroyer is ready, I'll take you up there to take a look and take a couple of pictures. That way you can brag about it to your kids later."

These words seemed to resonate with Zhao Jingsong. He chuckled and gently patted Lin Yi's arm: "Then I'll be waiting for that day!"

"Let's go, let's quickly finalize the general plan and move on to the next step."

"Once we finish all this, we need to quickly come up with a plan. We want to build Jinghai into a shipping capital, so that ships from all over the world can leave through us."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi raised his hand, cracked his knuckles, and turned around to say, "Then you guys need to hurry. If my information is correct, people in Shanghai next door have similar ideas."

Zhao Jingsong nodded slightly upon hearing this. This matter is a bit troublesome, but with proper planning and the technical support of Xiaomi Heavy Industry, it's not impossible.

After a day of wandering around, he had just returned to the office he was temporarily assigned to in the community when Mao Xiaofei sent him a message:

[Mr. Costa just replied that the goods have arrived in Türkiye, and said he hopes to cooperate again in the future.]

[Twenty minutes ago, the second batch of drones, transported by Qatar Airways and destined for America, took off from Zanwu Airport and is expected to arrive in Qatar in 18 hours.]

Looking at the message, Lin Yi took out the phone he used to contact Eisent privately, edited a text message, and sent it.

[Mr. Eisent, according to Xiaomi Heavy Industry, the second batch of goods has been successfully shipped. Please check your mail. There are two more batches of goods remaining.]

The message was sent successfully. Lin Yi turned back to his computer and began organizing the initial planning draft.

Once this thing is ready, the system can generate it directly, saving you the design fee.

Throw those two dogs over here again!
perfect!

…………

In Istanbul, as the plane slowly came to a stop, Costa, carrying his luggage, stepped out of the passenger cabin. As soon as he landed, several forklifts passed him and ran straight to the cargo hold.

The goods were unloaded from the warehouse and loaded onto the C130B truck next to it.

Before Costa could figure out what was going on, the C130B, which had been in service since 1975, pierced the sky and chased after the setting sun.

…………

Zawiya.

Alania Gulf.

9 pm.

Under the cover of night, the Mediterranean Sea sheds its usual feigned calm and becomes exceptionally volatile and ferocious.

Waves crashed one after another against the shore and onto the protruding rocks.

The sea breeze brought a chill to the group of people guarding the shore. Misrati found a sheltered spot and, by the dim light of his flashlight, disassembled his Glock 17, taking out the bullets one by one and then reloading them.

After loading the last bullet, he raised his left hand, and on his left forearm was a digital watch.

The time displayed on the digital watch is 21:37!

And today is Wednesday!
He stretched his neck, stood up, and walked along the fine sand towards the coastal highway. Beside the highway, beneath a protruding rock, a white pickup truck was parked quietly.

Ayval, a Turk, was sitting in the passenger seat of the pickup truck, holding a Zippo lighter in his right hand. He flipped it open, lit it, closed it, then flipped it open again, lit it again, and closed it again.

Misrati made no attempt to conceal her footsteps; the soft sound of her boots crunching on the gravel carried gently towards Eval.

Hearing the footsteps, Aival turned around and gave Misrati an awkward smile:
"Mr. Misrati, this was just a small accident, a small accident!"

"Let's wait until 12 o'clock!"

"If the equipment hasn't arrived by midnight, you can just kill me!"

"Okay?"

Faced with the man's pleas for mercy, Misrati remained silent, simply ejecting the magazine from his Glock 17, unloading the bullets one by one, and then reloading them one by one.

"You said you'd deliver the goods to me at 8 PM last Friday!"

"But there was no stock at 8 pm last Friday, not even a single item."

“My people stayed here in the wind all night and caught a cold when they got back.”

"Then they infected other people, including me, and I also developed a fever."

"You said there would be goods at 9 pm tonight, but where are they now?"

"Tell me, the goods..."

Misratti couldn't finish his sentence because, as he spoke, the roar of an airplane came from the northeast sky.

Upon hearing the roar, Aivale let out a scream, then shouted at Misrati:

"Turn on the ground guidance lights and let the aircraft airdrop at low altitude!"

Misrati did not immediately heed Ayval's advice. Instead, he had several people keep an eye on Ayval while he picked up a telescope and began searching the sky.

In the dim moonlight, his binoculars barely managed to capture a glimpse of an airplane.

The plane had the Turkish flag on it.

Seeing this, Misrati finally breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Turn on the lights on the coastal highway!"

At his command, the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie immediately pressed the switch.

When the switch is closed, electricity travels along the lines, illuminating the light bulbs placed on both sides of the coastal highway, creating a river of light along the road.

These lights illuminated the coastal highway and allowed Turkish transport pilots in the air to see the situation on the ground clearly.

He pressed the microphone: "We have arrived at the target area and are delivering supplies."

As soon as the words were spoken, the rear cabin door of the plane opened, and the cargo, which was secured in the cargo hold, rolled out of the window. Halfway down, the parachute opened, and the plane slowly descended to the ground.

After dropping its cargo, the plane turned around in mid-air and flew towards Malta.

As a NATO member state, Türkiye's aircraft can land in Malta and refuel.

The people on the ground didn't pay much attention to the plane's destination; their attention was all focused on the beach and the supplies.

Misrati couldn't wait to open an aviation case. Inside the case were boxes, and inside each box were rotorcraft drones.

What's the use of this thing?

Could all these boxes contain this?
He eagerly opened another box, which contained items that looked like cell phones.

What's the use of this thing?

At that moment, Misrati felt like he had been tricked again.

He tried to calm himself down and opened a few more boxes.

Having experienced the surprise of the first two boxes, opening these two boxes brought him no surprise whatsoever.

One box contained TNT and grenades, while the other box contained some plastic shelves.

What a load of rubbish about advanced weapons!
Turning around, just as he was about to shoot that bastard Ayval, he discovered that Ayval had already placed those things on the beach and was assembling them by the dim light.

In just a few minutes, the plastic frame he had been complaining about was now hanging under the drone, and the grenades were evenly distributed under the drone like dates.

(End of this chapter)