Great Power Industry: You're a private company building an aircraft carrier?

Far East, Pacific Fleet base.

Igor Nikolayevich Khmelnov sat in a large chair, looking at the warships that were always moored in the harbor outside, his face showing displeasure.

It's been so long, and the fleet hasn't been deployed much. After all, going out costs money, and with wages constantly in arrears, it's already a miracle that the sailors aren't rioting or staging a mutiny. How can we expect them to go out to sea and work?

If only I could find a way to get some money!

Without realizing it, Khmelnynov's mind drifted to a person with an Eastern face.

Nephew, have you forgotten about your uncle? Send him some more money!

Jingle Bell!

Khmelnov picked up the phone on the table and put it to his lips.

"Hey! What? My nephew's here? Let him come up!" Khmelnov was excited. He was having such good luck today. Everything he wished for came true.

"Uncle, I'm here!" Qin Chuan swaggered in, followed by Li Jianshe and Yang Xue, while Ivan remained at the door.

Just like the last time when the group of four came, except that Antonina was replaced by Yang Xue. Yang Xue went with us to such a tough place in Africa last time, and this time when we came to the Russians to show off, of course we had to bring Yang Xue along so that she could see what it was like.

Khmelnov quickly noticed Yang Xue: "Nephew, who is this?"

“Your nephew’s wife! We got married a few months ago. When my wife heard that she had an uncle like you, she missed him very much and begged me to bring him over to visit.”

Yang Xue obediently called out in Russian, "Uncle Igor!"

Khmelnov beamed, "Yes, very beautiful. You and my nephew are a match made in heaven. Your uncle should give you a gift for your wedding..."

Khmelnov was just being polite; he didn't really intend to give any gifts. He glanced around the room and didn't seem to have anything worthwhile to offer.

"Yes, Uncle, I've always praised you for your generosity to my wife. You'd better be generous and give your nephew some nice things."

"Of course, what do you want?"

"There are at least fifty retired warships with a displacement of less than 1,000 tons," Qin Chuan said. "Uncle, don't tell me you don't have any here!"

Khmelnov's eyelids twitched immediately.

Fifty ships with a displacement of less than 1,000 tons? You're really asking for it!

"Oh, by the way, before I came, my mom asked me to bring some local specialties back for my uncle, for construction!"

Li Jianshe, familiar with the process, carried the briefcase to the desk in front of Khmelnov and opened it.

Just like last time, one million dollars!

Khmelnov looked at the bright green banknotes, his face beaming with smiles: "Your mother is too kind, always sending me local specialties. Your uncle can't be stingy either; I've agreed to give my nephew's wife a gift! But, as for the procedure..."

“Of course we have to go through the proper procedures, just like last time, at the scrap metal price,” Qin Chuan said. “However, at least one of these things needs to have a working engine so I can drive it back. By the way, if the sailors are willing to stay with me, I can hire them long-term.”

If there are five people on a boat, then there would be two hundred and fifty people!

Qin Chuan couldn't find that many people right away. It wouldn't be easy to scam people from China to go to that poor place in Africa, so he decided to send some of them from here to work in Guinea!

“Okay, of course, no problem,” Khmelnov said. “Wait a moment, I’ll find someone to take you there.”

After saying that, Khmelnyov picked up the phone: "Sabanov, come in here for a moment!"

Just like last time, Khmelnynov will not do these things himself, so that he can stay out of trouble if anything goes wrong in the future.

Sabanev, Khmellinov's most trusted subordinate, although not of high rank, often accompanied Khmellinov on his missions and knew all sorts of people. When Khmellinov did not appear in public, Sabanev was Khmellinov's spokesperson.

This was a military officer in his thirties with a long scar on his face, which looked rather frightening.

“Sabanov, my nephew wants to buy some decommissioned warships. Take him to the decommissioned warship dock in Golden Horn Bay. If he sees anything he likes, go through the decommissioning process.”

"Yes!"

Sabanev stood at attention, saluted, and left with Qin Chuan and the others.

"Brother Sabanev, you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?" Qin Chuan began to try and get closer to Sabanev.

"Have we met?"

"No? I remember now! There's a movie called 'The Dawns Here Are Quiet,' and you look a lot like the main character. No, the main character isn't as handsome as you!" Qin Chuan said confidently, "Especially that scar on your face. It's a man's mark, a man's pride!"

Yang Xue remained silent, quietly following beside him. She knew that Qin Chuan had only visited Da Mao once before, and then he had recognized Khmelnynov as his uncle. Each time, money was the key to his success. She never expected that things would turn out this way in Da Mao!

Now, Qin Chuan is getting along very well with Sabanev, whom he is meeting for the first time. After Qin Chuan's praise, Sabanev also showed a proud expression.

“Yes, the scar on my face is from the battlefield in Afghanistan,” Sabanev said. “I ran out of bullets, and I was facing ten guerrillas by myself. I charged at them and fought them with bayonets…”

"Only those who dare to fight to the death are true warriors!" Qin Chuan said. "I admire warriors the most, especially those who are willing to fight to the death!"

Li Jianshe understood and pulled out a Swiss Army knife.

"A fine sword is for a hero. Brother Sabanev, you must accept it, or you will disown me as your brother."

"Thank you." Sabanev happily accepted it, holding it in his hand and playing with it.

When the Soviet Union had just collapsed, the Pacific Fleet still had a large number of warships, but Russia couldn't afford to maintain them. They couldn't even pay their workers' wages, let alone operate warships. Every time a ship went out for a trip and came back, hundreds of thousands of ships would be gone.

As a result, warships began to be decommissioned in large numbers. Because they were not dealt with in time, they were left in a corner of the fleet base, exposed to the sun and wind.

"This is it. Look, whatever you need, our fleet will handle it. Although the formalities will take some time, you can take your warships away first," Sabanev said, pointing to the countless ships in the harbor.

Qin Chuan pointed to the shore: "I'll take all this scrap metal!"

"The Type 1124 anti-submarine ships, a total of 11, have long been phased out. No problem, they're all yours!" Sabanev nodded.

The Project 1124 anti-submarine ship has a full-load displacement of 830 tons. It has two small sonars and four 533 mm torpedo tubes. It adopts the wolf pack tactic. The Soviet Union built a total of 37 ships from the 1970s. Before the collapse of the Soviet Union, they had already been decommissioned and could have been sold for scrap metal!

After Qin Chuan bought it, as long as he cut off the superstructure, leaving only the cab, and cut open the fore and aft decks, and raised the sides, he could transport an overloaded 1,000 tons of iron ore in a calm inland river without any problem!

It could be said that Qin Chuan originally wanted to buy this scrap metal.