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

Qin Chuan wasn't idle either. While Abdullah was helping to stir the mixture, he picked up the newspaper he had gotten when he bought the sugar and fertilizer and started making paper rolls.

Compare it to the steel pipe from time to time, making sure it fits perfectly.

Amar understood that this was a mold being made, since the mixture of sugar and potassium nitrate fertilizer couldn't be directly poured into a steel pipe.

Because a mixture of ammonium nitrate powder needs to be placed in front of the steel pipe, and then a baffle needs to be placed to prevent the ammonium nitrate from coming into contact with the back; otherwise, if the back is ignited, it may directly ignite the front and cause it to explode in the air.

This requires a mold.

By the time Qin Chuan had finished measuring the mold, the food in the pot was ready.

Pour this thick substance into paper tubes to cool, and you've got your high-end solid propellant ready!

The spring breeze is refreshing.

Stuff the warhead with soil, add a partition, and then stuff the cooled propellant into a steel tube, and the giant rocket is ready!

With no launch pad available, Qin Chuan simply stuck the large rocket into the ditch, positioned it at a 45-degree angle, and aimed it at the opposite hilltop.

That's a rocky mountain, nothing grows there, it's a barren, empty mountain. At this time of year, most people are busy in the fields, so there shouldn't be anyone wandering around in the mountains.

“Mr. Amar, please measure it first and see how far that mountain is from us.”

Amar raised his thumb, held it up to his eyes, and made a simple comparison: "About ten kilometers. As long as the rockets here can hit the hillside at the same height over there, the range will meet our needs, and we can sign the contract and pay the deposit."

"Salih, go to the other side!"

"Yes!"

"Take my motorcycle!" Qin Chuan reminded him.

The sun slid down to the west, and the evening glow dyed half the sky red.

As the sun set, Qin Chuan pulled a piece of firewood from the stove and continued, "We can install an electric ignition device in the back, using an electric heating wire to ignite it, or we can light it directly. Now, our rocket is about to take off..."

"Well, Qin Chuan, you're actually here!" Just then, a stern voice rang out: "What are you up to now? You good-for-nothing! Your father is working himself to the bone for the factory, and you still..."

Qin Chuan was immediately startled. Grandpa Wang? What's he doing here?

Although you can see the hillside where your home is located in the distance, it takes twenty minutes to walk here!

Normally, Qin Chuan would have definitely turned and run away, but now, with clients around and a test firing required, he couldn't run at all!

As they were talking, an old soldier came up.

He was wearing a faded military uniform and a liberation cap with a bright red five-pointed star on it, and his eyes under the brim radiated a serious gaze.

“I saw smoke coming from the well house over here in the village, and I knew it was you little brats…”

Grandpa Wang continued talking as he walked forward, and only then did he see clearly the people standing next to Qin Chuan. Their appearances were obviously different from those of Chinese people, and he immediately froze.

Grandpa Wang retired and returned to the village. He was still a kind-hearted person who would help with anything. Qin Chuan's father asked him to take care of his good-for-nothing son, so he treated Qin Chuan like his own grandson. He would scold or beat Qin Chuan whenever he needed to, without any mercy.

Seeing smoke rising from the well house over here today, and noticing that Qin Chuan's motorcycle was also missing, he immediately guessed that Qin Chuan and his gang had probably stolen chickens and dogs and then used the pot here to cook meat!

So he rushed over, but it seems he was wrong?

"Grandpa Wang, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Amar, a client I brought to our steel plant."

Qin Chuan quickly introduced, "Mr. Amar, this is my grandfather."

Amal looked Grandpa Wang up and down, then asked, "Have you been to the battlefield?"

Even though the person in front of him was an old man, Amar could see the murderous aura emanating from him, an aura only those who had been on the battlefield possessed!

"That's all in the past. I went to the battlefield in the 1950s and eliminated more than a dozen enemies..."

Amar immediately showed respect: "So you participated in the Far East war. We have something in common..."

Amal swallowed the word "enemy" back, unable to say more.

But at this moment, he had made up his mind: these people in front of him had done the same thing they were doing, and they were all comrades!

What's there to worry about when buying things from comrades? Even if the range isn't very far, we still have to buy a batch!

Grandpa Wang said with a smile, "A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories. By the way, what are you all doing?"

“Skyrocket, the steel pipes from my dad’s factory… were modified into skyrockets.” Qin Chuan said, “Our customer here has good taste. He plans to buy a batch, but he wants to test the effect first, so I brought him here.”

Grandpa Wang was taken aback at first, then followed Qin Chuan's finger and looked at the rocket stuck in the ditch, its head tilted back and pointing into the distance. His eyes widened.

As a veteran, Grandpa Wang could immediately tell what the firecracker was for, but since it was being sold to overseas customers, there was no need to worry about that.

Being able to make money and generate foreign exchange—that's a skill!

Has Qin Chuan suddenly become enlightened and even developed new skills?

Seeing the approval in Grandpa Wang's eyes, Qin Chuan handed him the firewood: "Grandpa Wang, would you like to have some fun?"

"Okay, I've fired guns, fired cannons, and killed enemies with bayonets, but I've never actually used this... rocket."

Grandpa Wang picked up the torch and moved it towards the tail of the firework. The newspaper was lit first, and the next second, whoosh!

A burst of intense flame erupted from the tail of the rocket as it flew forward!

The sky was slowly darkening, and the trail of flame was very clear in the sky. Due to the effect of visual persistence, the trajectory of the trail of flame could almost be seen on the retina. It was a beautiful upward parabola!

The flames disappeared, and the rocket continued to leap upwards, reaching its highest point before falling.

Amar continued to compare with his thumb. The range of powered flight alone exceeded three kilometers. If it continued to be thrown upwards by inertia to the highest point, the distance would definitely exceed five kilometers!

The rocket continued its descent, flying to the opposite hillside, kicking up dust as it crashed into the opposite side.

A figure on a motorcycle was rapidly approaching that direction.

The motorcycle's headlights were very clear in the night, making it easy to pinpoint the location of the landing point: definitely more than ten kilometers away!

"That's amazing! I never imagined that mixing fertilizer and sugar together and boiling them could actually be used as a propellant to make a steel pipe fly so far!"

Amar's face was filled with excitement, as if he could already see the spectacular scene of thousands of rockets being launched simultaneously.

"Qin, when Saleh returns, take me to your factory. We'll sign the contract and pay the deposit!"

Amal said, "Fifty dollars a stick, let's buy 100,000 sticks first!"

Grandpa Wang was looking down at the pot of boiling stuff. This was the stuff that had just been stuffed into the rocket and made it fly.

Fertilizer and sugar? That's incredible!

Then he heard what Amar said, and he was even more shocked.

A five-million-dollar contract was struck just like that?

Jian Guo's son is usually carefree and irresponsible, but I never expected him to be able to take on such a big responsibility when it really matters!