Siheyuan: I, Shazhu, started out as an army and became a general.

The battle at the Canton Fair made He Yuzhu, the "mysterious Eastern General," and his "Wrath of God" a legend in the international arms industry.

The money chain not only connected, but it even resulted in a "margin call".

Prince Salman's main characteristic is his "outrageous extravagance," slapping a $30 million deposit directly onto the table. In an era where foreign exchange is more valuable than gold, this sum would make half of the Ministry of Industry green with envy.

At the Huludao Shipyard, the night was as dark as ink, but the slipway was as bright as day.

Sparks from the welding arc flew like a waterfall. He Yuzhu took off the suit he had worn to fool the foreigners and put on his oil-stained training uniform. He pulled his helmet down low and squatted down next to the giant keel.

"This steel is a bit lacking."

He Yuzhu took off his gloves, placed his fingertips on the just-cooled steel plate of the hull, and frowned slightly.

Huang Xuhua (chief submarine designer, who came specifically to assist the 055 project) standing next to him was stunned for a moment: "President He, this is freshly produced from Ansteel's furnace, special high yield strength steel, all the data are excellent."

"Data is for the leaders; feel for the game is what saves the soldiers' lives."

He Yuzhu activated the system [God-level Metallurgical Perception] in his mind.

The microscopic vibrations transmitted from the fingertips are as clear as an electric current, and the molecular arrangement is indeed tight, but in extremely cold environments, there is still a 0.03% risk of brittleness.

The 055 is meant to go to the deep blue ocean and fight hand-to-hand, even riding right up to the faces of the Russians and Americans. That three in ten thousand chance is the difference between life and death.

"Reworked".

He Yuzhu stood up, dusted off his hands, and spoke in a low but firm voice.

"Add 0.03% rare earth elements, and extend the annealing time by two hours. Old Huang, we're not building a fishing sampan, we're building a national treasure. Anyone who dares to mess things up at this crucial moment, I'll make them swim back to Beijing!"

"yes!"

Although they were worried about the cost, none of the technicians on site dared to make any mistakes.

The guy in front of me is a ruthless man who can handcraft the core of an atomic bomb. If he says it's no good, then even Jesus couldn't do it.

Just then, Zhang Xiaowu came running over, panting, his expression as interesting as if he had swallowed a duck egg.

"Sir! There's an uproar outside! There's chaos outside!"

"What? The Navy is rushing us again? Let them line up." He Yuzhu didn't even look up, continuing to inspect the welds.

"No..." Zhang Xiaowu swallowed hard, lowering his voice, "They were brought by comrades from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. A large group of black and brown-skinned friends, saying they were 'recommended' by Prince Salman and specifically wanted to see 'Mister He'!"

He Yuzhu paused for a moment, then laughed.

This wealthy prince's ability to drive sales is impressive; he's practically a top-tier salesperson who brought his own funding to the project.

"Let's go take a look. It seems our Type 055 destroyer construction fund will need to be expanded again."

……

The reception room was bustling with people, a cacophony of languages, resembling a miniature United Nations.

The military attaché from Tanzania, the representative from Albania, and even several guerrilla leaders from the South American jungles dressed in camouflage.

The moment they saw He Yuzhu enter, their eyes were like those of hungry wolves seeing meat, or believers seeing God.

"General He!" The Tanzanian military attaché rushed forward, his handshake surprisingly firm. "We need weapons! Not those delicate electronic junk, we need durable ones! Cheap ones! We need weapons that can beat the shit out of those bastards next door!"

Rough words are not rough.

He Yuzhu didn't rush to discuss the price. He sat down in the main seat with an air of authority.

He scanned the room, his fingers rhythmically tapping the table, "tap, tap, tap," each sound striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Everyone."

He Yuzhu spoke, with a confidence and composure unique to this life, "I know why you've come. There's unrest at home, blood is flowing, and people are being bullied. The great powers are using high technology to blockade you, and the colonizers are shitting on your necks."

These simple words brought tears to the eyes of everyone present.

"What I'm selling to you isn't just guns and cannons."

He Yuzhu stood up, walked to the world map behind him, and waved his hand as if he were pointing out the landscape.

"It's a methodology left by our ancestors, a way to break free from constraints!"

"No money for a tank? No problem, I have a 40mm RPG, guaranteed to crush any challenger, one shot, the ultimate can-opening machine!"

"Can't afford a heavy artillery cluster? I have the 107mm rocket launcher, the ancestor of guerrilla warfare! You can carry it around separately, and bombard it from all sides when put together. The noise it makes is more festive than the New Year!"

"As for submachine guns..." He Yuzhu grinned, "How about the Type 56? Buried in the sand for three days, it'll still unleash devastating firepower!"

Every time He Yuzhu threw out a "miracle item," the eyes of the people below lit up, and some even started pulling out their checkbooks.

"but!"

He Yuzhu suddenly changed the subject, his eyes instantly becoming sharp as knives.

"I have three principles that I will never waver from."

"First, I won't sell to anyone who points a gun at their own people."

"Secondly, we won't sell those intended for the slaughter of civilians."

"Third, and most importantly—"

He Yuzhu's gaze was fixed on a representative in the corner whose eyes were darting around, and he sneered, "I won't sell myself to a hegemonic lackey!"

"Not only will I not sell it, I'll sell it to your arch-enemy at half price, so you can personally experience what 'Chinese-style firepower coverage' of fatherly love truly means!"

The representative with a guilty conscience instantly turned pale, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and he slunk down.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The audience erupted in applause, a heartfelt expression of approval.

This isn't doing business; it's clearly exporting revolution and building a united front in the Third World!

That very night, orders poured into the country like snowflakes. The third-line military factory, which was on the verge of shutting down, was bustling with activity again, and the workers were all smiles.

The continuous flow of foreign exchange, through He Yuzhu's shrewd and manipulative hands, was transformed into the indestructible special steel pieces on the keel of the Type 055 destroyer.

……

It was late at night.

He Yuzhu was checking the accounts when a long-lost system notification suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! The host has significantly increased the nation's fortune value through military trade influence!]

[Special reward quest triggered: Deep Sea Ghost.]

[Mission Objective: A high-ranking spy codenamed "Pangolin" has infiltrated the shipyard and is attempting to steal the core frequency data of the Type 055 phased array radar.]

[Mission Reward: Silent Pump-Propeller Technology for Nuclear Submarines (20 years ahead of the world).]

He Yuzhu's hand, which was counting money, stopped in mid-air.

A silent pump? That's great!

With this thing, future nuclear submarines will be like ghosts "walking silently" on the ocean floor, and the US's pronouncements will be meaningless.

He squinted, looking out at the thick darkness of the night, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"A pangolin? Trying to steal my tower?"

"That's interesting. We were just worried about not having anyone to sacrifice for the 055 project, and now someone's come from afar to offer their head."

He tossed a thick wad of US dollars to Zhang Xiaowu, who was still in a daze: "Keep this safe, it's our food money for tomorrow. Also, notify the guard company to block off all the intersections."

Zhang Xiaowu hurriedly caught the money: "Sir, what are you doing so late?"

He Yuzhu straightened his collar, his eyes gleaming with the unique light of a hunter:

"Nobody sleeps tonight, come with me to catch a mouse! This mouse is carrying a treasure that's twenty years ahead of the world!"