Courtyard House: Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) Traded for an Aircraft Carrier, the Whole Count

Security Department, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Jiang Chen had just parked his bicycle and hadn't even had a chance to drink some water when Nie Weiguo, the retiring section chief, hurriedly pulled him to a corner of the corridor.

"Xiao Jiang, you'd better watch out today." Section Chief Nie lowered his voice, glancing towards the factory director's office. "Deputy Factory Director Li is furious right now. Old Zhao from the purchasing department just came out getting a thorough dressing-down, his face was ashen."

"What's going on?" Jiang Chen asked knowingly, though he knew perfectly well what was going on.

"What else can we do? Supply materials!" Section Chief Nie sighed, lit a cigarette, and said, "I heard that a high-ranking leader is coming to inspect the area, and he'll be bringing several old experts who stayed behind from the Soviet Union. Deputy Factory Director Li wants to throw a banquet and specifically requested some fancy dishes. But you know what the situation is like now, even pig bristles are hard to find on the market. The purchasing department has been running around like crazy but still can't get anything decent. That's why Deputy Factory Director Li is so anxious he's about to jump off the building."

Jiang Chen nodded, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

This is the opportunity.

In this era, goods are hard currency, they are the power of discourse, they are the ladder to heaven.

"Section Chief, I'll go take a look." Jiang Chen tightened his armor belt and turned to walk towards the administration building.

"Hey! You little rascal, don't go looking for trouble!" Section Chief Nie tried to stop him but failed, and could only shake his head. "This newborn calf is fearless."

The door to the factory manager's office was ajar, from which came the furious roar of Deputy Factory Manager Li: "Useless! You're all useless! What's the point of keeping you around? You can't even get fifty pounds of decent meat, do you think I'm still a deputy factory manager? Huh?!"

"Factory manager, it's not that we didn't try our best, it's just that..."

"Get out! Get out of here and figure out a solution!"

The purchasing manager retreated, looking dejected, and bumped into Jiang Chen. He wasn't in the mood for a greeting, and simply shook his head and walked away.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Deputy Factory Director Li was still angry. When he saw it was Jiang Chen, his brows furrowed even more. "Jiang Chen? What are you doing here? Doesn't the security department have anything better to do?"

Jiang Chen was not deterred by his anger. Instead, he turned around, closed the door, and walked calmly to his desk.

"Factory manager, I heard you're short of meat?"

Deputy Factory Director Li was taken aback, then waved his hand impatiently: "This is none of your business. Go back to your post."

"What if I could get my hands on it?" Jiang Chen asked, surprising everyone.

Deputy Factory Director Li stopped what he was doing. He looked up and suspiciously examined Jiang Chen. If it had been anyone else who said that, he would have cursed them out long ago. But the person in front of him was Jiang Chen—the Jiang Chen who had made five kilograms of refined copper disappear yesterday and then conjure up a research institute receipt.

Although the matter was eventually dropped, Deputy Factory Director Li, being a shrewd man, remained suspicious: this kid has powerful connections, and quite influential ones at that. To be able to get involved with a classified research institute—his background is unfathomable.

"You can get your hands on it?" Deputy Factory Director Li narrowed his eyes, his tone softening slightly, but still tinged with suspicion. "The purchasing department has searched all four surrounding communes and still couldn't get it. What connections do you have?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, walked up to Deputy Factory Director Li, and lowered his voice: "Factory Director, I have comrades-in-arms in the Northwest. I have connections, but you know some rules: you can't ask where they came from, you can only look at the goods."

Deputy Factory Director Li was a seasoned veteran; his eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this. These days, who doesn't have connections? As long as they can get something, they don't care if it fell from the sky or grew on the ground.

"What are your terms?" Deputy Factory Director Li leaned forward, adopting a business-like posture.

"I want fifty kilograms of top-grade beef." Jiang Chen held up five fingers, his tone confident. "Not just meat, but the kind of good meat that you absolutely can't find on the market."

Upon hearing the word "beef," Deputy Factory Director Li's Adam's apple visibly bobbed. At that time, even pork was precious, let alone beef—it was considered fodder for farming, and slaughtering a cow could land you in jail!

"There are two conditions." Jiang Chen held up two fingers. "First, give me a special material purchase permit that works throughout the factory, stamped with your seal, which exempts me from any inspections. Second, I need to borrow the factory's jeep; there are some things that can't be transported by bicycle."

Normally, this condition would be considered a violation of regulations. But now it was a matter of life and death. Deputy Factory Director Li gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table, and said, "Fine! As long as you can get the meat back, I'll find a way to borrow a tank, let alone a jeep! But Jiang Chen, let's be clear from the start: if you can't get it, or if it's substandard..."

"If I can't do it, I'll take off my police uniform and give it to you." Jiang Chen made a solemn pledge.

Deputy Factory Director Li gave him a deep look, took out a slip of paper from the drawer, quickly signed it, stamped it with a red seal, and then threw a car key on the table.

"Go ahead! If it's done, I'll keep that vacant section chief position in the security department for you!"

Jiang Chen picked up the keys and the approval slip, saluted, and strode away.

Ten minutes later.

A dark green Jeep roared out of the gate of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Chen gripped the steering wheel with one hand, feeling the bumps of the old-fashioned jeep, a confident smile curving his lips.

Fifty pounds of beef?

For him, who possesses the Multiverse System, this is just the beginning.

"System, search for 'Gourmet Hunter Dimension' or 'Prehistoric Dimension'," Jiang Chen commanded in his mind.

Since Deputy Factory Director Li is entertaining important guests, what's the point of eating ordinary beef? If we're going to eat, let's eat something that doesn't exist in this world.

"Ding! Search complete. Locating the edge area of ​​the 'Monster Hunter Dimension'. Low-level herbivorous dragon meat detected, rich in protein. Trade requirement: Hunters in this dimension urgently need 'high-purity alcohol' for wound disinfection and making incendiary bombs."

Jiang Chen glanced at the several cases of Erguotou liquor that had been prepared in advance on the back seat, and his smile widened.

This deal is a sure thing, you can't lose money.