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Chapter 61: Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basket! (Second Update!)

Putting all the mess out of his mind, young Sadr began to think about the key point in Khalid's words, which was how to get enough ammonium nitrate.

Or enough dynamite.

There are many sources of explosives in the Middle East, but the largest source is the American troops themselves, followed by NATO troops, and then Israel.

Russia, the traditional arms giant, has a share here, but it is not ranked.

Because Russians like to add extra commissions when selling things, and the "kind and hardworking" Middle Eastern people don't like those messy extra commissions at all.

Of course, if there is really no other way, we can also get something from Russia.

After thinking about the various sources of explosives, little Sadr tapped his knees lightly with his fingers and said with a worried look on his face:
"If we only need to meet the existing demand for electric pressure cookers and artillery shells, then we can plunder several surrounding cities and get enough ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate."

"But the problem is that once a war starts, it won't end on our terms."

"So while we are collecting these ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate, we also need to find a stable supply and establish stable channels to ensure that we can get enough ammonium nitrate and potassium nitrate during the war."

Khalid agreed with little Sadr's words. He nodded slightly, holding his chin and said:

"you are right."

"If you decide to do this, I suggest splitting it into two routes. One is the normal Persian Gulf route, and the other, I suggest going from the north, passing through the grain-producing areas in northern Syria, and then crossing Syria to Lebanon. There is a large chemical industry warehouse in the port of Beirut in Lebanon."

There is an old saying that you should not put all your eggs in one basket.

Little Sadr had naturally heard this.

The Sadr movement's activities are mainly in the Shiite areas around Baghdad and south of Baghdad.

If the news leaks out, other factions and America's people will definitely send teams to clean up and block the south.

The road to the north will come in handy.

Keeping this in mind, Little Sadr nodded: "Okay! When the time comes, you... forget it, I'll go myself."

When little Sadr thought about the trouble of finding channels, he couldn't help but shake his head, but what else could he do?

As Sadr's eldest son, he had to go alone.

And he can't make any mistakes. If he does, his damn father might let his younger brothers take the blame.

Damn, they are all rebels.

Why is there still this thing called fighting for the throne?
What a fucking psycho.

He had just finished shaking his head when Khalid's voice rang out again:
"We also need a batch of high-performance explosives! These two special items can increase the power of the explosion by 500% if we use high-performance explosives directly."

"Performance improvements might be even more terrifying."

"So, you'd better get me some of the high-performance explosives available on the market, preferably octogen."

"I--" The series of requests left little Sadr speechless.

He wanted to curse, but Khalid was doing it for the good of the organization, so he couldn't.

I can only shake my head and put all these tasks on myself.

But soon, he discovered another blind spot.

Going through the channels yourself is for safety and stability, but getting those high-performance explosives is clearly a white glove job.

And Khalid was the most suitable white glove assigned to him by his father. How did he throw the job on his head?
He looked over with an inquiring look, but before he could speak, Khalid answered first:
"I need to verify something."

He didn't finish his words, but just pointed at the electric pressure cooker that was being carried outside the house.

Little Sadr was not stupid. He understood what Khalid wanted to say with just a glance, but he still asked in the end:
"You want to go to other countries, get something similar, and see if we can master those technologies ourselves."

"Hmm!" Khalid hummed softly, reached out to pick up the naan and yogurt plate in front of him, stood up and walked out the door.

He kicked the door open and walked out, turning back to little Sadr and saying:
"Sadr, remember, your destiny is most secure only when it is in your own hands."

"The last piece of news is that the Chinese man also revealed a piece of intelligence. That is, NATO, led by America, is planning an operation called the Arab Spring."

"The target is all Islamic countries."

"The time of launch is unknown, but the method of launch may be to exploit public opinion."

"This information should bring us some benefits."

After leaving these few words, Khalid disappeared outside the door, while the little Sadr in the room, after thinking for a long time with his head down, slapped his thigh with an expression of sudden enlightenment.

He quickly pulled back the carpet, lifted the wooden board underneath it, and took out a book from under the board.

The book was opened, and there was a note inside the data.

There was only a simple line of words on the note.

Some believers are gathering secretly.

…………

On the other side of the world, Suzhou.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the new production line has been running for a week.

The goods for Khalid had all been produced. Lin Yi personally led his men to deliver the goods to the port and handed them to Mohammed personally. He felt like he had lost several pounds.

When I returned to the factory, I found that there was a car full of anthuriums in front of the factory gate. In the car, there was also a nice-looking money tree.

Han Shunfa was standing at the door, arguing with the driver.

He turned around and saw Lin Yi's old Santana, and hurried over: "Director, the flower shop owner in the car said that a boss named Lei Jun ordered the flowers, and he wanted to wish us a smooth opening."

While he was talking, a woman who looked to be in her forties and dressed up in fancy clothes came down from the passenger seat, walked up to Lin Yi, and pointed at the truck compartment:
"Boss Lin, these are the flowers that Boss Lei from Yanjing ordered. He also ordered a money tree. Because I was looking for the money tree, I'm two days late. Please don't mind."

Lin Yi is a staunch materialist. If his left eye twitches, it means wealth, and if his right eye twitches, it means QTMD.

Hearing this, he glanced at the carriage, picked up the phone, found Lei Jun's number, and pressed the dial key.

The phone rang for a while before being picked up by someone on the other end. As soon as the call was connected, Lei Jun's cheerful voice came:
"Boss Lin, did you receive the flowers?"

"Got it! Thank you for your concern, Mr. Lei. I won this round first. You better keep that hundred-yuan note in your hand!"

"I'm glad you got it. Don't worry, that hundred dollars is definitely mine. I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi said to Han Shunfa, "Call a few people to move the flowers, and then notify the people in the factory."

"Three days later, I'll give you the money!"

(End of this chapter)