American Hunting: Starting with Solitary Life in the Wilderness

Chapter 107 Made in China Shocks Stan

Five days later, on Dalton Highway, next to Milestone 115.

Lin Yu'an has been waiting here for three days.

He found a sheltered ravine near the agreed unloading point and parked the F-450.

The car was his temporary residence. When he was hungry or thirsty, he would eat some food stored in his space.

He was like a patient cheetah, quietly waiting for his prey to arrive in his territory.

Finally, on the horizon, a huge red truck, like Optimus Prime, dragged the familiar original-colored container, struggling along the muddy road as it slowly approached.

Under Lin Yu'an's command, the experienced driver used the truck's side-lifting system to steadily unload the container onto the designated open area.

He didn't even exchange more than a few words with Lin Yu'an. After receiving the final payment transferred to his bank account, he immediately turned his car around and hurriedly drove away.

During the snowmelt season, every minute spent on the Dalton Highway increases the risk of getting stuck.

Now, in the vast wilderness, only Lin Yu'an, his F-450, and the container full of supplies remain.

The XCMG XC760K inside the container is the first beast he is about to awaken.

Lin Yu-an took out his GoPro, fixed it to a tree not far away, pointed the camera at himself and the container, and began to record this historic moment.

He needed a reliable ally, so he picked up his satellite phone and dialed the number he had already memorized.

“Stan, it’s me, Lin.”

Stan's usual concise voice came from the other end of the phone: "Kid, are you still in Fairbanks?"

Lin Yu'an looked at the container in front of him and said calmly, "No, I'm on Dalton Highway, Milestone 115, and I need your help."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were processing the information.

"What are you doing in that godforsaken place?"

“I’ve brought all my belongings here, and now I need to move them inside. I need someone to help me look after them, and you’re the only person I can think of on this land.”

Stan paused for a moment, then slowly said, "Wait."

With just two words, the call ended. Lin Yu'an knew that Stan would definitely come.

Instead of waiting idly, he prepared to open the box first.

"Alright, my container has arrived! The real challenge begins now!"

Lin Yu-an said something to the camera, and then began to act.

He first used huge hydraulic shears to cut the lead seal he had brought from China with a "snap".

Then he used a wrench to loosen the bolts on the door lock that were thicker than his arm.

With a creaking sound, the heavy container door was slowly pulled open.

He climbed directly into the container and sat in the cab of the yellow XCMG XC760K.

Check the oil system, start the engine, and with a deep and powerful roar, this domestically produced construction machinery is instantly awakened!
He skillfully operated the machine, which slowly drove out of the container.

A few hours later, a weathered old Chevrolet pickup truck drove up from the muddy road in the south and stopped next to Lin Yu'an's F-450.

Stan got out of the car, glanced at Lin Yu'an, and then at the huge container. For the first time, his eyes showed genuine shock!

"WTF! You...you brought a shipping container here?"

Stan's voice was filled with disbelief. He had lived on this land for forty years and knew all too well the financial resources and luck required to accomplish such a feat during the snowmelt season.

But his gaze was quickly drawn to the yellow skid steer loader parked at the container door.

His shock instantly transformed into a complex expression that mixed curiosity, scrutiny, and professionalism.

If my previous shock at the containers stemmed from my understanding of the difficulties of logistics, then my current shock at this machine is purely out of the instinct of a mechanical enthusiast.

"This machine...was it also shipped in a container?"

Stan strode forward and walked around the XCMG XC760K.

Unlike ordinary people who just watch the spectacle, he meticulously observed every detail like a seasoned veteran mechanic.

He stretched out his hand, gloved with deerskin, and forcefully tapped the heavy steel bucket, judging the thickness and quality of the steel by the dull, powerful clang.

Then his gaze fell on the thick hydraulic lines connecting the boom. The lines were neatly arranged, the joints were clean and tidy, and they were properly protected by grease, without any trace of leakage.

He even crouched down to examine the construction of the tracks and the gears of the drive wheels, making clicking sounds as he did so.

“XCMG…”

Stan read out the brand logo on the arm, a logo that was completely unfamiliar to him.

Then she looked up at Lin Yu'an, her eyes full of questions: "What brand is this? I've never seen it in Alaska before?"

"It looks very sturdy, not like one of those little toys used on a family farm, but rather like a proper engineering piece of equipment."

“XCMG, from China. It will be my main production tool,” Lin Yu’an replied calmly.

"Made in China?" Stan's interest intensified upon hearing this.

Stan's gaze followed the makeshift dirt road leading to Plot A, which was already starting to thaw, and he shook his head.

"Lin, I have to say you're insane! This place is five kilometers away from your location. Are you planning to use this loader to transport your goods?"

"Although this machine is tracked, it's more troublesome than a wheeled vehicle if it gets stuck in this mud."

"You'd better drive it slowly to your camp in the early morning, when the temperature is lowest and the snow is still relatively firm, but you still have to be careful! Then it's up to your luck!"

Lin Yu'an smiled and said, "I understand, Stan. Thank you for your suggestion."

He turned to the container and said to Stan, "But it's only responsible for loading and unloading; for transportation, you'll have to rely on my 'warhorse'." Lin Yu'an operated the XCMG XC760K, and with Stan's help, he changed the forklift attachments.

Then, carefully driving it, it precisely forked out the heavy "Warm Winter S-200" heating stove and the two large iron pot stoves, which were packed in wooden crates, and placed them steadily to one side.

Then he stepped into the container and, under Stan's curious gaze, pushed out the red "Zongshen Beast".

What did he see? The front of a motorcycle, followed by a huge pickup truck bed and two wide all-terrain tires!
He had never seen a motorcycle like this before!

Lin Yu'an carefully inspected the vehicle, added engine oil, filled it with gasoline, and then kicked the start lever.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff puff puff—"

Inside the container, the GB1000 engine emitted a deep, awe-inspiring roar, much like that of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle!
Lin Yu'an listened to this roar, the only one brimming with life in this desolate wilderness, and his heart surged with passion!
This strangely shaped three-wheeled motorcycle had already piqued Stan's curiosity.

When the red monster was started, the deafening roar instantly caused the old American man's pupils to contract again, and he revealed an expression of excitement.

After Lin Yu'an turned off the custom-made Zongshen tricycle, Stan immediately came over.

“This is…” Stan’s voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Yu'an jumped out of the truck, patted the sturdy cargo bed, and introduced it to Stan, who was already staring in disbelief:
"Zongshen, a three-wheeled motorcycle from China."

Lin Yu'an's tone was calm and confident: "This car was custom-made by me because it is completely different from the car design concept."

"The reason why four-wheeled vehicles get stuck is due to the ground pressure."

“A three-ton F-450 has its pressure distributed across its four tires, but in this mud, the pressure could be enough to make it sink just as much.”

"But this vehicle is different! This vehicle weighs less than half a ton, but it is equipped with three ATV-specific low-pressure tires."

"It has a high- and low-speed auxiliary gearbox, a differential lock, and three huge all-terrain tires."

"It can be considered a more agile all-terrain vehicle! But its carrying capacity is in no way inferior to that of an all-terrain vehicle, and it's even more agile!"

As Stan listened to Lin Yu'an's explanation, his gaze gradually shifted from initial shock to technical scrutiny and contemplation.

Lin Yu'an continued, "It has a 999cc V-twin engine. I asked the manufacturer to sacrifice all its high-speed performance and tune its low-speed torque to an abnormal level—the peak torque exceeds 70 Nm at 2500 rpm."

"When you shift into a low gear, the torque can be amplified several times over, allowing it to move forward slowly but with immense power, like an old ox."

"If one wheel slips, locking the differential lock will rigidly connect the two rear wheels, forcing power to be distributed to the wheel with traction!"

"Make sure it never completely loses power because one wheel slips!"

"Therefore, the extremely low ground pressure, the abnormally high torque at low speeds, and the differential lock allow it to climb out even when it gets stuck. It was born to conquer these kinds of bad roads!"

"I plan to use it, like 'ants moving house,' to transport everything in this iron box to the camp little by little."

Stan looked at Lin Yu'an, then at the roaring red beast, and the curiosity on his face slowly faded, replaced by admiration and fervent light.

"Lin, let me ride this little chili pepper for a bit and try it out!"

For the next ten minutes, Stan had a great time, like a child who had just received a new toy.

After taking one last lap and stopping, he grinned, revealing a rare smile: "Lin! That's awesome! I want to buy one! How much does it cost in US dollars?"

“Mine is a custom version, which costs around $2. They also have a 300cc version, which works out to about $3000.”

Three thousand US dollars?

This price once again shocked Stan!

In his view, such a high-performance special vehicle should cost at least $15,000.

This price gave him a completely new and revolutionary understanding of "Made in China," a product from afar.

"Lin, if possible, please have one custom-made for me in China. Its uses are far greater than you can imagine!"

"No problem, Stan. I'll help you make the purchase once I'm done with this."

Stan patted Lin Yu'an on the shoulder heavily.

"Lin, your products from China may really bring about some different changes to this land."

"You get back to your work. I'll keep an eye on these things and your Ford! Even if a bear walks by, don't even think about touching them!"

With Stan as his most reliable backer, Lin Yu'an had no more worries.

A race against time, like "ants moving house," has officially begun.

He used an XCMG XC760K to move the heavy items from the container to an open area, and then used a tricycle to transfer them in batches.

Lin Yu'an drove the red tricycle, its huge all-terrain tires kicking up clouds of mud as it ruthlessly crushed through the slippery dirt road, rushing toward the camp five kilometers away!
On the first day, before dark, Lin Yu'an lost count of how many trips he made, successfully delivering more than half of the supplies to the camp.

Actually, he also saved effort by secretly putting all the supplies into his spatial storage halfway through the journey, driving the empty vehicle at full speed, and then transferring them to a tricycle at the campsite for performance recording.

Fortunately, the wind wasn't too strong today, and he was wearing an Arc'teryx three-in-one jacket and down jacket, so he didn't feel cold at all.

When he drove his tricycle back to the makeshift camp by the roadside, he was still quite tired.

As night fell, the temperature in the wilderness suddenly dropped below zero.

Lin Yu'an and Stan lit a campfire, the flames dispelling the chill and bringing warmth.

He took two detachable down sleeping bags from his F-450 and handed one to Stan.

Stan did not refuse, and then he looked at what Lin Yu'an had taken out, his expression showing curiosity again.

It was a square box with Chinese characters he couldn't understand printed on it and a picture that looked like food.

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