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Chapter 38: The Sadr Movement! (Please read on, first update!)

118 liters!
This number made Khalid cough uncontrollably.

The electric pressure cooker that they were discussing crazily not long ago has an internal volume of 5 liters. When fully compacted and filled, it can hold 8.6 kilograms of ammonium nitrate or a similar amount of potassium nitrate.

As a result, just after finishing discussing a project, the young man in front of me took out a gas tank mortar that could hold 118 liters.

I just checked, the range is 3 kilometers.

A range of 3 kilometers is enough to do a lot of things. Moreover, according to the charge, the killing radius is at least 500 meters. After one shot, it is hard to say whether the enemy can organize enough counterattack force.

This……

Is this the reward given by Allah after His revelation?

Allah is so good!
Khalid raised his hands and made a prayer gesture, silently praying to Allah in his heart, and then looked at Lin Yi eagerly:
"Mr. Lin, I want to ask...I want to ask, does this so-called cannon of yours have a safety warning video like the electric pressure cooker?"

As soon as he finished asking the question, Khalid noticed that Lin Yi's expression had changed. His eyes were slightly slanted, and he looked as if he was teasing me.

Before Khalid could add anything, Lin Yi answered his question with a sidelong glance:

"If you want to die, you can just tell me directly. There's no need to go through so much trouble."

"I have the stuff anyway, and it's powerful enough. Whether you believe it or not is up to you."

"If you want to buy it, you can place your order now. If you don't want to buy it, just ignore what I said."

"As a businessman, I need to emphasize again that I am only interested in the money in your hands."

"When you come here, you can only be a businessman."

"that's all!"

Khalid pursed his lips under his beard, and he could not refute Lin Yi's words.

This is not Iraq, not the Middle East, there is no place to demonstrate artillery to him.

If I really force myself, I might have to go out lying down today.

But if you don't watch the demonstration, it means you need to buy this so-called cannon with your eyes closed.

If the performance is good enough, the money spent is not worth it.

The scary thing is that the performance is not good enough and the money is wasted.

After much thought, he decided to take another gamble and find out more about this person's background.

Having made up his mind, Khalid stood up, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully to Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, we in the Sadr Movement will always remember your generosity."

"But the artillery you mentioned is related to our future, so we must be careful."

"Therefore, I would like to ask for your help and introduction!"

Even after he finished speaking, Khalid still maintained this posture of bending over, appearing very respectful and placing himself in a very humble position.

On the sofa opposite, Lin Yi rolled his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the sofa. His pair of black eyes looked at the ceiling without any emotion.

I had heard the name of the Sadr Movement in my previous life when I was dealing with businessmen in the Middle East.

It is a large sect among Iraqi Shiites. The sect originated from the Sadr family, a famous Iraqi Shiite religious family. The current leader is named Muqtada al-Sadr.

The local name is generally Sadr.

His father, Grand Ayatollah Mohammad Sadique al-Sadr, was an important religious leader in Iraq in the 1990s.

The local people generally address him as Grand Ayatollah.

After the Iraq War in 2003, Muqtada, also known as Sadr, began to form the militia Mahdi Army and started a war with NATO led by America and the armed forces infiltrated by Iran.

Politically, they advocated Iraqi independence and opposed foreign interference in its affairs. This was a good idea, but they were in the Middle East, a war-torn region, and this idea was not feasible.

So they kept fighting.

I've been fighting for more than 20 years.

Lin Yi is not a young man. He will not regard Khalid as a member of the Sardar movement just because of his self-proclaimed title.

He placed his right index finger in front of his eyes, blocking himself and Khalid. His originally smiling face turned exceptionally cold at this moment.
"Mr. Khalid, I need to repeat myself, I'm just a businessman. I'm only interested in your money."

"Since you don't want to buy it, then..."

"Our negotiations today end here. I hope you can transfer the purchase funds for the electric pressure cooker to my account as soon as possible."

"And I will prepare the goods as soon as possible and deliver them to you."

After saying these words, Lin Yi stood up, held the briefcase in his left hand, put his right hand on his chest, and imitated Khalid's actions, bowing to him to express his gratitude.

After expressing his gratitude, he took his briefcase and walked out. When he reached the door, Ahmed, who was guarding the door, did not move aside, but cast an inquiring look at Khalid.

In the direction where his gaze was directed, Khalid stood there, his teeth clenched and his eyes rolling around.

As he was spinning, he raised his right hand, just like Erkang calling Ziwei: "Mr. Lin, wait a moment!"

"We buy!"

"But I might need to trouble Mr. Lin for a little bit. I need to give us a small amount of these gas tank mortars and electric pressure cookers first. I need to take them back to Iraq and give them to our soldiers."

“Let them try!”

At the door, after hearing the words of persuasion, Lin Yi's face showed no expression, but his body was very honest. He followed the path he had just walked out, stepped back step by step, and sat down on the sofa again.

As he sat down, he had already opened the system panel.

Pick and choose on the supplier interface, select the right parts, find the price of the parts, and add the factory operation and labor costs.

In the end, he got two numbers.

Cylinder pretreatment and modification parts, 350 per set.

Mortar main body plus modified parts, 5300 per set.

After seeing the price clearly, Lin Yi smiled bitterly in his heart. He could only make the Middle Eastern brothers suffer first, so that he could make money first, and then lead them!

He raised his hand to close the system panel, and a solemn look emerged on his expressionless face. His dark eyes then closed, and his right index and middle fingers kept tapping his forehead, as if he was thinking hard.

a long time.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and slammed his hand that had been hitting his forehead on the table:

"Mr. Khalid, under the same delivery terms, I'll give you 1000 for the cylinders and conversion parts, regardless of size."

"I'll give you a blueprint. Take it, disassemble the cylinder, replace the corresponding parts, put the explosives in, and add a fuse."

"As for the main body of the mortar, it costs 5 yuan per set."

"Just like the shells, you just need to go back to Iraq with the parts, find a worker who can understand the blueprints, and a few wrenches to put the gun together."

"This price includes taxes and also includes the cost of delivery to the port. After the port handover, you will need to handle the rest yourself."

"If you think it's okay, we can sign another contract. You give me the required quantity and the money."

"In a few days, you can take this civilian artillery back to Iraq and try it out on the battlefield you are familiar with."

"I believe that the appearance of this gun will help you break the current situation, giving you enough voice to get the Dawa Party and the Badr Organization to sit down and have a good talk with you."

"how?"

(End of this chapter)