I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Chapter 70 A rotten bird attracts a stinky turtle~

Niu Yi walked at the front, carrying a wooden box on his shoulder with tinplate corners, his breathing steady.

This is a damn "human-shaped gantry crane"—

"Where should I put it?"

Four-Eyes was busy talking from behind, but his strength was much less than that of the laborer; he just wanted to put his head behind him to help with the momentum.

Chen Zheng gestured with his chin towards the newly appeared rock wall deep inside the cave: "Come with me, there's a new place inside."

Four-Eyes paused for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and walked towards the rock face.

When I got closer, I found there was a hole. It was pitch black, and when I shone my flashlight in, it only illuminated a few meters ahead.

Actually, I have an idea to reduce the use of flashlights and the wear and tear on batteries—the plan is as follows: Durex has a condom that lights up; if everyone wore it on their heads, would we no longer need streetlights?

Oh my God!

I'm a genius!!!

"Boss," Four-Eyes finally found his voice, "this place—"

"This will be our new base from now on."

Chen Zheng put his phone back in his pocket, put his hands on his hips, and said with a hint of smugness, "From now on, the top floor will be for assembly and repair, and the bottom floor will be responsible for production. It's a hierarchical management system."

"The four-eyed guy below is in charge of production, and the frog above is in charge. I have a hard requirement of 1500 units. Can we finish it within half a month?"

Four-Eyes lowered his head, muttering to himself, gesturing with his fingers in the air as if he were solving a complex math problem.

The frog next to them also came over, and the two foremen leaned their heads together.

After about half a minute, Four-Eyes looked up, adjusted his glasses, and said, "No problem, boss!"

Chen Zheng frowned in satisfaction and patted Four-Eyes on the shoulder.

This guy, like a lackey, immediately got excited and shouted, "Comfort is for the dead! Everyone on the production line works like crazy; if the boss is happy, we're happy!!!"

The monsters looked at each other, then simultaneously emitted a series of uneven "coo coo coo" sounds.

Then I quickly got busy.

After unloading the equipment, we started assembling it quickly!

A 500kg specification, 50kg heavy-duty air hammer —

Simple hot rolling mill for sheet metal —

The vacuum melting and degassing furnace is model ZG-0.5.

Anyway, these things—to put it bluntly, Monster Factory now has the qualifications to "recycle waste" and produce heavy weapons.

You don't need to worry about who gave you the qualification.

As long as they weren't killed by Israelis and Americans, then it's God's will!

Four-Eyes jogged over, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses: "Boss, the equipment is all in place, we can power it on and test it."

Chen Zheng put the cigarette back in his mouth and followed Si Yan back.

The bald man squatted next to the generator, his three short, thick fingers gripping the starter key, and turned to look at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng nodded: "Start it."

Turn the key all the way, and the starter motor makes a "click-click-click" sound. The flywheel spins three times, and the crankshaft spins half a turn.

Boom!

With a deep roar, the diesel engine started.

A plume of white smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe and was expelled from the hole through the pipes that Si Yan had laid out in advance.

The engine speed slowly increased from idle to rated speed. The inertia of the flywheel made it rotate very steadily with little vibration, but the whole machine emitted a low-frequency humming sound that came up from the ground, making the soles of my feet go numb.

This sound would certainly attract attention in a quiet place, but in the Middle East—people would think it's some kind of sex scene.

Electricity surged from the generator and traveled along the cable deep into the cave.

The frog was squatting in front of the vacuum melting and degassing furnace, checking the control panel. It swiped its finger across the touch screen a few times, and the parameter page popped up, showing the temperature curve, pressure curve, and melting time. All the parameters were normal.

"The vacuum pump is running smoothly, and the furnace seal is fine." Tianji stood up, patted the dust off his knees, and nodded to Chen Zheng.

The screen of the CNC gantry machining controller lit up, with a green background and white characters. The self-test program started running, and lines of code scrolled rapidly on the screen before finally stopping at the standby interface.

A line of semi-transparent, dark gold text appeared before my eyes, hovering in the air for a few seconds before slowly dissipating: [New device detected —]

[Connection complete.]

[BUFF added! Processing accuracy: Labor +25%, Fine processing base increased by 30%! Processing speed: Labor +30%, Fine processing +40%!!!]

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, waved his hand, and shouted, "Let's get to work!!!"

After Four-Eyes and the others started getting busy, Chen Zheng walked out of the cave.

As a boss, you need to understand one thing—

Leave the professional stuff to the professionals. If you could do it, why would you open a factory? You could open a research institute.

As I drove back to the village entrance and got out of the car, the spikes nailed to the wooden stakes cast long, thin shadows in the moonlight.

Chen Zheng recognized the man on guard duty tonight: Sheikh's nephew, Amir. He was wearing a dark robe and chatting with his companion when he heard the car and looked over.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he sprang up from the barricade he was leaning against, rushing forward in two strides, his smile revealing two rows of white teeth.

Mr. Bruce

Chen Zheng smiled and extended his hand to shake hands with Amir. With his other hand, he took out the unopened pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Amir's hand.

"Still on duty so late? You're working too hard. Your uncle is the tribal chief, hahaha."

Amir glanced down at the pack of cigarettes in his hand, didn't refuse, and said with a smile, "What nephew or not?"

"My brothers are all on guard duty, so I have to be on guard duty too, right? We're all brothers!"

Chen Zheng paused, his hand still holding the cigarette, then looked up at the other person in surprise, his eyes holding a meaningful look.

Which Chinese person doesn't understand this rhetoric?

Isn't this just a common tactic of winning people's hearts in the military? Just like how Europeans are surprised that Chinese people would kill an entire family at a banquet, when we think of eating, we immediately think of a trap.

Amir seemed to remember something, his smile fading as he looked around before lowering his voice: "Mr. Bruce, that mosquito drone—was it really manufactured by you?"

"You've heard about it too? Hahaha."

Amir moved half a step closer to him: "These past two days, your booth has been surrounded by people every day. Some ask about the price, some ask about the performance, some ask if it can be test-flown, all sorts of people."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"But some people came with ill intentions."

Chen Zheng's eyebrows twitched. "What do you mean?"

"There are also some arms dealers in the Beka Valley."

Amir's voice sounded worried, "They've been doing this for many years, dealing with all sorts of forces. But the mosquito drones have caused such a huge stir. The news of Assef Shokat being killed has spread throughout the entire Bekaa Valley."

"They came looking for my uncle." Amir's voice lowered. "They came the night before last. There were three of them, driving two black Mercedes-Benzes, with several bodyguards. They sat in my uncle's tent for more than an hour."

"What are they trying to do?"

Amir looked at him and hesitated for a moment.

"They hope my uncle can act as a go-between and let them meet with you. They say they want to buy your products."

Chen Zheng chuckled. "When have arms dealers ever needed to buy other people's products? Can't they just copy them? Are they that rule-abiding?"

Amir was momentarily speechless at those words: "The mosquitoes' record is insane! They killed a lieutenant general!!!"

He thought for a moment and then offered his guess, "They might be hoping to acquire this record so they can better finish GG!"

That's true—

Assef Shaukat was no ordinary man; he was practically a superpower in Syria. The civil war had only been going on for a short time when he was killed by a drone—a drone that Syria bought out and quickly monopolized the market!

This is a businessman's concept.

It's like that evil Emperor Penguin, which was also a copy back then, but they found it was better to just acquire it directly, since many companies come with their own traffic and market.

The same applies to arms manufacturing; the most famous example is Lockheed Martin, which was formed by combining Lockheed and Martin Marietta!

This directly solidified its position as the world's number one arms dealer: securing fifth-generation fighter jet projects such as the F-22 and F-35!

"So what did your uncle say?" Chen Zheng asked.

Amir: "I don't get involved in these things. If those people want to find you, they should go find you themselves, not through him."

"Those people were furious, but there was nothing they could do; our tribe has 500 guns!"

He paused, then added, "But judging from their appearance, they don't seem like the type to let this go easily; they don't seem like good people."

Chen Zheng laughed upon hearing this, then leaned his head out of the car and, using the moonlight, asked, "So, do you think my left cheek is written with a kind eye or my right cheek with a benevolent gaze?"

Amir paused for a moment, looking at Chen Zheng's face. The other man's face was neither handsome nor ugly—just ordinary, but his eyes were sharp.

"Tell your uncle to thank him for his kindness and for helping me fend off those people. As for the arms dealers, let them come find me."

"I haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with anyone in a long time."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the tent area.

Amir stood beside the barricade, clutching the bag of Marlboros in his hand, watching Chen Zheng's figure grow smaller and smaller in the distance.

A night breeze blew by, and he shivered.

He looked down at the pack of cigarettes in his hand, then looked up again in the direction where Chen Zheng had disappeared.

"I think it's more like pouring out one's heart," he muttered under his breath, putting the cigarette back in his mouth.

There are only two types of people who become arms dealers:

Bastards and bastards!

The former is utterly inhuman, and the latter is utterly devoid of humanity!

Amir certainly knew who Chen Zheng was—

After all, it had been a long time since I'd seen that chief from the west coast. My uncle said that the chief had apparently made a business deal with him, and then he just disappeared.

Tsk tsk tsk—

In the distance, the lights in the tent area were still flickering.

Chen Zheng's mind was racing.

Acquisition?

How long has he been in the Beka Valley?

What does this tell us?

This means his cake was big enough.

It's big enough that those local bullies who have been around for years can't sit still anymore.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that he's on the right track, with the right product and the right market, which is why some people are envious, some are anxious, and some want to kill him before he even grows up.

The bad thing is that those local bullies are not to be trifled with.

When Chen Zheng entered his tent, the kerosene lamp was still on, the wick was turned down low, and the light was dim and yellow, only enough to illuminate a small area.

Gao Fei wasn't there, nor was Wang Lei. Only Li Yang was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, with a laptop in front of him. The light from the screen shone on his face, blue and white, making his expression look exceptionally serious.

"Brother Chen, you're back."

"Hmm, where are they?"

Li Yang raised an eyebrow. "They just discovered someone had moved into our tent and found a listening device, and then—they went fishing!!!"

Before Chen Zheng could react, he saw the tent flap being lifted, and then he saw Gao Fei and Zhao Meng dragging in a European man with a bruised and swollen face.

Chen Zheng instinctively drew his gun, but upon seeing it was them, he felt a sense of relief. Seeing the Europeans on the ground, he frowned, "Foreigners?"

"Ah Zheng, this guy planted a listening device in our tent, but I caught him while fishing."

The other person looked at Chen Zheng and said excitedly, "Don't kill me! I can pay my own ransom!!!"

Hmm? Chinese?

And the other person is speaking Chinese?!

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