In 1978, I was admitted to Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 430 A Huge Order That Even the Machines Are Smoking But Can't Produce? Accept it!

"Uh, well, Xie Wei, you know our school has tough conditions. The school needs to maintain a frugal lifestyle, and as the principal, I have to set an example... I'm sorry this table wasn't fixed and scared you..."

Zhang Mingqiu decisively reorganized his words.

They absolutely refused to mention compensation.

"..."

Long Yaohua's lips twitched violently again.

What kind of leaders are these?!

He has no shame at all.

Even Li Rui's eyebrows twitched repeatedly when he saw Zhang Mingqiu like this. He never expected that Zhang Mingqiu had become like this.

"You scared me, shouldn't you offer some compensation for emotional distress?"

Xie Wei raised an eyebrow.

"Give!"

Zhang Mingqiu didn't hesitate, "Tell me about this gold..."

"Ten kilograms, a wedding gift from Yitzhak... He was so kind as to give me so much, I couldn't bear to refuse..."

Xie Wei explained the source of the gold in just a few words, and also revealed the purpose of Yitzhak's visit to him.

"They're demanding a price reduction?"

Li Rui asked eagerly.

He cursed Xie Wei inwardly, thinking that when he was the principal, no one had ever given him such a generous gift!

However, he didn't look at the gold on the table again.

"They asked for a slightly lower price, but more importantly, they wanted us to complete the delivery within the timeframe they requested."

Xie Wei sighed again; he felt he had sighed a lot tonight.

"Is there something we don't know?"

Everyone frowned.

Iraq's urgency was completely unexpected by everyone.

"The Republican Guard is being expanded, on a very large scale..."

Xie Wei immediately explained the situation to everyone.

After he finished explaining the situation, a terrifying silence fell over the principal's office, with only the sound of everyone breathing.

The Iraqi Republican Guard underwent such a large-scale expansion, something no one had anticipated.

"Iraq's economy is on the verge of collapse, and the war with the Persians is almost unsustainable. And they're expanding their army? They really have no intention of continuing!"

Li Rui's words broke the silence.

"Regardless of whether they approve it or not, we can't give up such a huge order. Although our military industry has already secured orders worth tens of billions of dollars this year..."

Long Yaohua looked at Xie Wei with a serious expression.

If we secure this $50 billion order from Iraq, our total military orders for the year will exceed $150 billion!
This doesn't even include the annual logistics, maintenance, and training costs that large households have to pay.

Even at the current official exchange rate of 3.7, that's still an order worth 550 billion RMB!
With an annual military budget of less than 200 billion yuan, the military industry system only receives what is left after deducting the food, drink, and other necessities for the millions of officers and soldiers, as well as the maintenance and operating costs of various equipment!

Of course, even excluding the money from selling Dongfeng trucks, this still amounts to over 300 billion.

They're all from the military industry!
“I have spoken with Yitzhak, and their bottom line is 28 months. Theoretically speaking, integrating national production capacity is achievable.”

"Then do it!"

Long Yaohua's voice was not loud, but his attitude was very firm: "The Commission of Science, Technology and Industry for National Defense will help coordinate and organize production at that time."

"Row."

Xie Wei did not object.

Why wouldn't he want to take it?
As for the expanded production capacity being idle after the orders are fulfilled, there's nothing that can be done about it.

Now that we've secured this order, we can get everything from raw materials to equipment manufacturing.

"Also, isn't this order to be delivered in gold and crude oil? If you don't have enough funds, the military can provide some..."

"Enough! Enough! Enough!"

Before Long Yaohua could finish speaking, Xie Wei firmly stated that the military did not need to pay for it.

joke!

The school has a lot of funds but doesn't know where to invest them. The military provides funding, so how can they not pay interest?
"The other party paid for this transaction with gold and crude oil."

Li Rui reminded Xie Wei.

"Boss, we need to keep the gold as reserve funds. As for the crude oil, we can resell it directly. We'll settle at 40 yuan per barrel if Poly is willing to take it over..."

Xie Wei's meaning is quite clear.

The crude oil can be handed over to the military for processing.

Currently, the international oil price is $17 per barrel, while Iraq uses crude oil to pay for equipment at $11 per barrel, resulting in a $6 difference.

After being shipped back and processed into refined oil products domestically, the profit margin will be even higher.

Why aren't you asleep yet?

When Xie Wei returned home, he found that Mo Lingyu was still awake, half-lying on the bed reading a book.

"I just woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up to read for a while... Xie Wei, why is Murong Fu so obsessed with restoring the Yan Kingdom, which was destroyed more than 700 years ago? Wouldn't it be better for him to just be a wealthy landowner?"

"???"

Mo Lingyu's question made Xie Wei look at her in surprise, "You actually read novels?"

Good luck!
Mo Lingyu is actually reading novels!

This was something Xie Wei had never expected.

On weekdays, I'm either engrossed in foreign language materials or reading various related papers, researching the cutting-edge theories and development directions of information technology.

Now he actually asked Xie Wei why Murong Fu was so determined to restore his kingdom!

"It's quite interesting."

"Every patriarch of the Murong family has been instilled with the family mission of restoring the kingdom since childhood... Besides, who wouldn't want to be second only to the emperor?"

Xie Wei had seen it before.

"So, if we instill in our children from a young age the idea of ​​contributing to national defense, wouldn't they naturally learn in that direction from childhood? Xie Rou said that Professor Qian said even the most slow learner can learn calculus at 14... Although I didn't learn it at 14, no one taught me back then..."

Xie Wei's eyes widened suddenly.

What do pregnant women think about?

Thinking back to my own time, I encountered many parents who were top-performing students, and yet their children...

"Uh, well, the baby isn't born yet, so let's not think about these things for now."

Xie Wei didn't want to discuss how to plan for the child's future with a pregnant woman, which is the root of many arguments between couples with children.

Xie Wei didn't want to continue on this topic. "Go to sleep, I have negotiations tomorrow morning."

"Oh~"

Mo Lingyu put down her book and waited for Xie Wei to finish washing up before obediently turning off the light and going to sleep.

The next morning, when Xie Wei went out, he ran into Xie Rou, who was skipping and hopping home. Looking at Xie Rou's messy hair and bloodshot eyes, he knew that she hadn't slept all night again.

"stop!"

Xie Rou greeted Xie Wei and then prepared to run.

They must have done something wrong.

"Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and get to work, don't be late..."

Xie Rou urged Xie Wei to leave quickly, then turned and ran.

"Stop!"

Xie Wei grabbed Xie Rou's ponytail. "Are you always complaining that I don't do enough? What have you been saying to your sister-in-law?"

"It hurts, it hurts... Brother, be gentle... I didn't tell my wife anything!"

Xie Rou looked aggrieved.

Seeing her expression, Xie Wei knew that Xie Rou must have said something to Mo Lingyu, otherwise Mo Lingyu wouldn't have said that children should be instilled with certain ideas from a young age...

"Did you give 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' to your sister-in-law?"

"Yeah, that's pretty interesting. It's good for killing time and clearing your head."

"Did you specifically tell your sister-in-law about Murong Fu?"

Xie Rou was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening.

"Our ancestors never had an imperial throne, so what am I supposed to say to my sister-in-law?"

Xie Rou's expression changed, then she firmly denied it. "I was originally planning to have the school establish a manned spaceflight studio, but now it seems the timing isn't quite right..."

Xie Wei released his grip on Xie Rou's hair and shook his head as he spoke.

“Mature, mature! Brother, you're my real brother…”

Xie Rou got anxious and sat down on the ground, hugging Xie Wei's legs and acting coquettishly.

"Stand still!"

Xie Rou immediately stood up straight, her hands pressed tightly against her sides, looking at Xie Wei pitifully.

"What did you say?"

"I just said that since it's a child born to me, I have to teach the child to memorize the periodic table and recognize characters from the age of one; start teaching them to write and do addition and subtraction from the age of two... Once they have a foundation by the age of three, they can start learning mechanical drawing..."

"Suck~"

Xie Wei gasped, staring at Xie Rou in horror.

"Have some decency! This child has been deprived of his childhood!"

"To develop manned spaceflight, there's so much knowledge to accumulate... I'm even thinking of setting up a one-stop education program from kindergarten to university at the time..."

Xie Wei couldn't stand it anymore, so he pulled his foot out of Xie Rou's embrace and turned to leave.

If I listen to it again, I'll go crazy.

“If you dare say these things to your sister-in-law again, I guarantee you won’t get any project funding.”

Xie Wei turned his head, uttered those words, and quickened his pace to leave.

"The school is planning to open a special class for gifted children and has proposed lowering the admission age to 10... I think we should start from three years old, but my sister-in-law thinks three is too late..."

Xie Rou said to Xie Wei's departing figure.

Xie Wei stiffened and quickened his pace again.

He began to mourn for his unborn child.

"Damn it, they're insane! How come I didn't know the school was going to set up this kind of gifted youth program? We haven't even had a baby yet, and my conflicts with Mo Lingyu have already started... If this drags on for years, won't we get a divorce? No way! I need to get this project sorted out quickly, and then throw Xie Rou into research, otherwise there will never be peace in this family..."

Throughout the journey, Xie Wei kept berating the school leaders who proposed opening a consistent junior class, calling them incompetent.

Xie Wei thought about it more and more and felt that Xie Rou was doing this for the sake of the project.

The problem is, Mo Lingyu actually took it seriously!
What the hell!
Mo Lingyu was doing this on purpose—getting up to read because she couldn't sleep! She was testing her reaction.

"Xie Wei, you have a dark face first thing in the morning. Who upset you?"

Li Rui, who was talking in Liu Debao's office, saw Xie Wei storm in angrily and asked him curiously.

We'll be able to sign another contract worth over $50 billion soon.

Even disregarding the "protection fees" paid and production costs, the school will receive at least $30 billion.

The future is expected.

"Who the hell suggested that schools start enrolling 10-year-olds in integrated education programs?"

Xie Wei, his face dark, looked directly at Zhang Mingqiu.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Mingqiu was puzzled, "Wasn't this something you brought up before? Both the affiliated middle school and primary school are currently screening applicants..."

When did I bring this up?

Xie Wei is numb.

"Alright, you can come down and discuss these matters. Xie Wei, first take a look at this contract and see if there are any problems."

Long Yaohua spoke.

"Didn't you guys get any rest last night?"

Xie Wei then noticed that the group looked exhausted, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were in high spirits.

"The sooner we finalize the contract, the sooner we can start production."

"..."

Xie Wei remained silent and accepted the contract. Iraq was so eager; if the two sides could reach an agreement, it wasn't impossible to sign the contract today.

Unlike the protracted negotiations in international arms deals, this simply doesn't exist with Xie Wei—as long as the price Xie Wei demands is met, he won't restrict performance or impose any harsh additional conditions.

"Ammunition! We need more spare ammunition, especially YH-300 long-range rockets!"

When the two sides were discussing the contract, Yitzhak stated without hesitation that just five basic loads of rockets were simply not enough.

"Ten basic loads? Rocket artillery ammunition is being consumed far too quickly. There must be at least ten basic loads!"

Abdullah added.

Five battalions, with a base of 720.

And 10 base numbers...

"Sir, even if all the machines on our production line were running at full speed and smoking, we still couldn't produce that many in such a short time! That's 7200 pieces!"

Liu Debao's face was filled with resentment mixed with heartache.

Such a huge order!

A rocket with a range of 300 kilometers costs $25; the rockets alone are worth $18 billion!
It cannot be produced.

It's simply impossible to produce them.

It should be noted that the major customer also had an order for 1800 Long Range 300 rockets.

Xie Wei sighed silently.

"Acceptable!"

"Xie Wei, are you crazy? We simply cannot produce that many long-range rockets in 28 months..."

Liu Debao became anxious.

Even without considering the large order of 1800 pieces, we still need to produce nearly 260 pieces per month on average!
How can they be produced?
The large-scale production line is not yet fully completed, and the designed capacity is 100 units per month.

Negotiations have once again stalled.

"Are you crazy?"

Li Ruidu thought Xie Wei was being too arrogant. "With such a short delivery period, it's no good to be so greedy! The production line can't even be built in such a short time... There are still 1800 orders from major customers... This means that more than 300 pieces need to be produced every month!"

Long Yaohua also sighed, remaining silent and waiting for Xie Wei's explanation.

He knew that Xie Wei was not the kind of person who spoke carelessly.

I want to make this money.

However, production capacity cannot keep up.

"Gentlemen, aren't you curious why the other party placed such a large order?"

Xie Wei did not explain why he agreed.

Instead, he asked everyone if they were curious about how Iraq could place such a huge order when it was facing a shortage of foreign exchange.

"The other side's behavior is indeed hard to fathom. Even our country could not possibly stockpile such a large amount of ammunition."

Long Yaohua nodded.

This is not an ordinary heavy artillery piece, but a rocket with a range of 300 kilometers!

With some modifications, such as reducing the warhead and increasing the amount of solid fuel propellant, the range could be increased to 480 kilometers.

"People may have forgotten about Abbas and Hussein's missiles in Iraq..."

"You mean they want to buy our rockets and modify them to resemble Hussein and Abbas?"

Li Rui instantly understood Xie Wei's meaning.

Three missiles combined with two missiles, doubling the range.

"Even so, such a large-scale ammunition stockpile is still unnecessary. Even using half of the modified missiles, it would still require modifying 1800 Abbas and Hussein missiles..."

Even for a high-ranking military officer like Long Yaohua, this was difficult to understand.

Why would a small country like Pakistan need so many missiles?
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you remember the sharp drop in international crude oil prices last year?"

Xie Wei grinned.

He knew exactly what Saddam Hussein was planning.

But others don't know that.

China remains an oil exporter, although the proportion of crude oil exported has decreased rapidly compared to the past.

"What does this have to do with last year's oil crisis?"

Long Yaohua frowned deeply as he looked at Xie Wei.

(End of this chapter)