Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 582 Let's Make a Trade! (First Update!)

As the last flag was planted, Leng Yun shook his head in disdain. "What a pity. What a pity that such a fertile land, such a beautiful country, has been occupied by such a bunch of idiots."

"Heaven is truly blind!"

Hearing this, the person who had just been doing the deduction with him tilted his head, smiled, and asked, "What? Not convinced?"

"I've heard that many online novels, written by young people and serialized online, are imitating 'A Step into the Past,' where the protagonist travels back to the Ming Dynasty and takes a ship to that new continent."

"Do you want to write one yourself?"

This question made Leng Yun slowly raise his head. He stared at the speaker for a while and asked:
"You're free, aren't you?"

The words were laced with deep malice, which the person opposite could naturally sense. He quickly took a step back and waved his hands repeatedly.

"What do you mean you're very free? Are you kidding me? We're all in the same department. Even though you're the boss, do you know how much work you have on your own?"

"How could I possibly have any free time!"

"I'm off to work!"

After leaving behind two sentences, the person turned around and left as quickly as possible, disappearing from the entrance of the joint command center in the blink of an eye.

After he left, Leng Yun didn't rush to leave. Instead, he reached out and pulled all the chess pieces off the sand table. Then he beckoned to several young staff officers beside him, summoning them over, and threw the chess pieces onto the sand table.
"Come on, you guys do the deduction!"

Seeing this, the young staff officers gritted their teeth, each picked up a piece of the flag, and began role-playing.

"My Third Fleet is advancing to the Bering Strait and will land there!"

"Cow batch!"

Aren't you going to do anything about it?

"Do you want to take a look at the simulation's timeline? The simulation is set for early January, and you'll land in the White Collar Strait! You are this one!"

"Then I'll just parachute into Moscow!"

"..."

…………

Leng Yun was having people conduct simulations. At the America Central Command Headquarters in Florida, Brian was also leading a group of people in a simulation on a sand table.

I'm pondering what kind of people, and what kind of weapons, could possibly launch a surprise attack on over 1000 people with just nine men in the desert on the Saudi-Jordanian border and still manage to win.

The main problem is that this is just too outrageous!
Even with official Saudi certification and a public announcement that the nine warriors would be awarded gold medals made of gold, they still couldn't believe it.

"I think we should assume that the Israeli army, after a long march, was exhausted both mentally and physically when they arrived here!"

"Impossible! It's only a little over 100 kilometers away, and for the first few dozen kilometers they were on the Jordanian highway, so it's impossible that they were completely exhausted in both spirit and physical strength. It's more likely that they underestimated their opponent."

What were our reconnaissance satellites and drones like at that time?

"At that time, there were only optical reconnaissance satellites at that location, but because it was nighttime, the optical reconnaissance satellites couldn't capture anything."

"Didn't they send out helicopters to scout ahead?" Brian asked again.

The person next to him looked troubled, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a helpless expression:

"The original statement from Israel was that they felt sending the army was enough, and there was no need to send the air force."

"So they didn't send air force support, or even an air force aviation squadron."

Brian had nothing to say and could only continue to try to find ways to increase Saudi Arabia's chances of winning.

After staring at the map for a long time, he slammed his pen on the table and asked:

"Is it possible that a bomb was planted there beforehand?"

This unique angle left the young staff officers standing nearby looking at each other in bewilderment. They exchanged glances but neither answered nor objected.

After a long pause, a young voice finally spoke:

"It is possible that Saudi Arabia planted the bombs in advance on the route that the Israeli group would inevitably take."

"When the more than 1000 Israelis reached the border and found no Saudis there, they confidently walked forward and entered the bomb field."

"The final bomb detonated, and the more than 1000 Israelis were blown to pieces. Only in this situation can we explain why the Israelis say that the attacks they encountered were all straight-line shots."

"Because there are no heavy artillery pieces at all!"

"Then, in order to divert attention, the Saudi side attributed all of this to three tanks and nine Russian mercenaries, choosing them to bear the brunt of the world's attention. To further divert attention, they even held a so-called award ceremony, using the Soviet Gold Star Medal!"

"That's entirely possible!"

The logic is closed at this moment.

After listening to this closed-loop analysis, the people in the operations command center visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

no way.

Their predecessors witnessed such combat power back in an era of inferior weaponry. Now that weapons have improved, it's incredible that such people still exist in this era.

And since it happened in the Middle East, the first to suffer a major setback would be their Central Theater Command.

The Central Theater Command is in big trouble, and all the staff officers of the General Headquarters, as well as the various military and civilian officials of the theater command, are going to be in big trouble too.

Therefore, this analysis represents the best possible outcome.

Brian stood opposite him, arms crossed, staring at the map for a long time before finally nodding his head: "Based on this analysis, we need to close the loop of relevant data and evidence, forming a complete chain of evidence, and finally compile a complete report, which I will submit to the President."

The young staff officers nodded in agreement and wrote down the task.

Just as they finished noting down all the tasks and were preparing to leave to complete the relevant evidence chain, the door to the joint operations command center was pushed open, and another young staff officer rushed in:
"General Brian, here is some intelligence from inside Saudi Arabia. Please take a look!"

After finishing speaking, the young staff officer handed over the folder in his hand. Brian did not take the document immediately because his intuition told him that if he took the document, all their previous deductions would be rendered useless.

Next, they will need to spend a lot of time investigating the whole incident, and then the investigation will eventually come to nothing, leaving nothing but wasted time, energy, manpower, and money.

But his curiosity compelled him to reach out and take the document.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the documents with a heavy heart.

Inside was a photo printout of a letter, written by a man who called himself Lahman.

Upon seeing the name, Brian pictured an Arab man wearing a turban. He had seen this man before at a banquet hosted by the Saudi royal family; he was also a member of the Saudi royal family, but this man didn't get along with the current Saudi King, Saeed.

After mentally reviewing the person's information, Brian continued to examine the contents of the letter.

【Dear General Benjamin, I imagine you are having a headache right now because of Israel, and I happen to have some news that can ease your headache.】

According to reliable intelligence I have obtained, there were indeed only 9 people blocking Israel at the border this time. In addition to these 9 people, there were also some logistics personnel.

These logistics personnel were elite troops drawn by Sayed from the National Guard. Their task was to load ammunition and maintain the new tanks that Sayed had purchased from China.

The tanks that Saeed purchased from China are fourth-generation tanks, with performance far exceeding that of modern tanks. These performances include firepower, mobility, and even range!
This tank has a terrifying straight-line firing range of five kilometers, whether using anti-personnel or armor-piercing rounds.

Under the cover of night, this tank is the king of assassinations! And this tank comes from China, from a company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

In addition, according to the information I have, this company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry only took two months to manufacture this tank.

The total price for the tanks purchased by Saeed was $1.1 million. These three tanks were custom-made by him at an extra $1000 million each, and each tank was equipped with approximately $800 million worth of ammunition.

Hopefully this will be helpful to you, General Benjamin!

The letter ended there; Brian couldn't see his own expression, but if he could, he thought it would be quite something.

He now deeply regrets it, extremely regrets it, regrets reading that letter.

He tossed the letter aside and looked at the young staff officer who had brought it in: "What did Benjamin say?"

The young staff officer scratched his head and said softly, "It's General Benjamin's exact words; you can decide for yourself."

Brian really wanted to hit someone.

But there's nothing we can do; we can't fight.

He could only take the letter back into his hands and read it again.

A brand new tank can be produced in two months, a fourth-generation tank that is said to surpass all current tanks.

This……

He didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or curse the idiot, but when he thought that the so-called Lahman was a member of the Saudi royal family, he felt it was perfectly normal.

Those are the only ones who don't understand the military industry.

He turned his hand and slapped the printed photo of the letter back into the young staff officer's hand:

"Contact the CIA and have them investigate."

"While you're at it, send a message to Commander Damon of the Indian Ocean and Pacific Command and tell him about it."

"Understood!" The young staff officer smiled as he took the letter and turned to arrange the related work.

So, this boring job ended up in Navarro's hands.

Navarro didn't want to do the extra work that had suddenly appeared, but he had no choice. Through this Israeli operation, the CIA's Middle East division provided some intelligence. Although this intelligence was not used, Israel lost.

They have to take the blame.

Of course, the deeper reason why Navarro didn't want to take on this task was that Xiaomi Heavy Industry was now his cash cow.

After the Chinese New Year, the number of home appliances and mobile phones that Dmitri received from Xiaomi Heavy Industry doubled again.

These products, once sold to America and Latin America, will bring them enormous profits.

Those profit sharing amounts to much better than any salary.

He was genuinely afraid that if he issued an order, they might uncover something about Xiaomi Heavy Industry, and then America's various departments would mobilize to begin a crackdown on Xiaomi Heavy Industry's products.

If it really comes to that, the money-making path they've painstakingly developed will be completely ruined.

That’s all money!

Those are all green dollars!
And there's also gleaming gold!
But he couldn't abandon his mission, so he had no choice but to take out his phone and call Dmitry, asking him to gather intelligence in a private capacity.

When Dmitry received this assignment, he was even more bewildered.

But when he heard that the matter involved Israelis, he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

There's no way around it, the Israelis are like the president's own father, no, even closer than his own father.

The president's own father died, but he probably doesn't care that much.

After estimating the time, Dmitri called Lin Yi, who was far away in Suzhou.

As soon as the call connected, he greeted Lin Yi before Lin Yi could get angry:
"are you asleep?"

"Talk about something!"

"I heard you built a tank?"

"Correct!"

"It only took two months?"

"Correct!"

"Far surpassing all current tanks?"

"Yes! What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to know which department of yours is handling this matter and cooperating with Saudi Arabia in this charade."

It was 3 a.m. in Suzhou. Lin Yi looked at the name on his phone screen and wanted to grab the person on the other end of the phone and hack them to death.

Lin Yi wanted to curse, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly remembered that he needed to talk to this guy, so he decided to play along.

Taking a deep breath, he put on a tired tone and said softly:

"I can tell you, but you have to exchange something for it!"

After he finished speaking, the person on the other end visibly relaxed and immediately switched to a cheerful voice: "Speak, what is it?"

"I need a lithography machine, an ASML lithography machine, and the corresponding raw material procurement chain."

What are you going to do with this?

"To make chips!"

Before Lin Yi could explain, Dmitry on the other end of the phone had already prepared an excuse for him:
"That's true. All your home appliances, mobile phones, and other miscellaneous things require a lot of chips."

"If you had better chips, the price of these things could be increased even further."

"I can get you a set through my channels, but it's limited to processes between 128nm and 250nm. I can't get anything below that!"

"And let me make this clear from the start: I'm going to get paid for this."

"At least $2000 million in kickbacks! If you agree, then we'll make a deal. You give me $2000 million in kickbacks, and tell me which department is behind this, and I'll get you a lithography machine from ASML with a process range of 128 nanometers to 250 nanometers."

"Deal!" Lin Yi agreed readily, then took a deep breath and, with a look of grim determination, uttered a name:
"Research Institute 80515!"

“A few months ago, this research institute approached us, asking us to sell a batch of tanks in our name.”

"Three vehicles were delivered a couple of days ago, but I'm not entirely clear on the details because I wasn't the one handling the delivery."

"I only borrowed a name!"

(End of this chapter)