I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

Khalid parked the car at the factory gate, and Chen Zheng jumped out of the car with the travel bag in his arms.

Chen Zheng patted the hood of the car. "Be careful on the road."

Khalid waved the APS in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, boss, I've learned what you taught me. No matter if they're male or female, I'll shoot them first."

Chen Zheng gave him a thumbs up.

The other driver stepped on the gas, and the Corolla's exhaust pipe spewed out a plume of black smoke as it turned onto the main road.

Chen Zheng stood at the door, watching the car disappear around the corner, then turned around, took out his keys from his pocket, and prepared to open the iron gate.

The phone rang as soon as the key was inserted into the lock.

He took it out and saw the caller ID, raising an eyebrow.

Chen Zheng answered the phone, his voice tinged with laughter: "Good evening, Mr. Abu."

"We found out." Abu's voice was low. "Your friend, Jogan, was indeed kidnapped by the Free Syrian Army."

"They said they would only release him if it cost $100 million."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng nearly vomited blood.

"One million US dollars? Mr. Abu, I strongly urge the Free Army to take care of Jorgen."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Abu was clearly not prepared for this answer.

"If he had that much money, his wife would rather spend it on ten or eight gigolos than on an old man who's practically on his deathbed."

He paused, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it with one hand, took a drag, and exhaled the smoke.

"Here's what we'll do, Mr. Abu. Fifty thousand US dollars. If they're willing to release it, then release it; if not—"

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

"Then let's kill him."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Zheng could hear Abu's breathing.

"I will relay it again," Abu finally said, his voice muffled.

"Thank you, Mr. Abu, for your trouble. Once this is over, I'll treat you to dinner—a really good roast lamb restaurant in the Bekaa Valley."

Abu hummed in agreement, paused for a moment, and then changed the subject.

"Bruce, let's get down to business. I need you to speed up the production of those 300 APS. You've seen the situation in Della City; it's getting tense every day. My men need weapons."

Chen Zheng put the cigarette back in his mouth, leaned against the iron gate, and looked up at the sky.

"Mr. Abu, my factory will no longer be doing APS (Automatic Product Safety) work."

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

"The price is too low."

Chen Zheng sighed, "We're losing money hand over fist with our underwear. APS isn't profitable at all, and besides, I'm focusing on the AK series now."

"You can make rifles now?" Abu's voice rose.

Chen Zheng chuckled, a hint of smugness in his voice: "Mr. APS is a child's toy; AK is something adults play with."

He threw his cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and added, "However, we probably won't be taking any new orders in the short term. Our entire production capacity will be sold out within half a month."

Abu isn't stupid. To be able to rise to the middle ranks of the Muslim Brotherhood in a place like Delaware, he must be smarter than most people.

Chen Zheng landed a big order!

"You've developed really fast."

Abu's voice carried a hint of something indescribable.

Chen Zheng chuckled, his tone casual as if he were bragging to an old friend: "You know the situation in the Middle East lately. I'm not bragging, but in the entire Dera area border region, there's no one with better craftsmanship than me. The precision is higher than the original, and the price is cheaper than small workshops. Even a fool knows which one to choose, right?"

Abu thought for a moment and then suddenly said, "Bruce, I'll get Jorgen out for you."

Chen Zheng's eyebrows twitched.

"Give me 100 AKMs."

Chen Zheng leaned against the iron gate, playing with the key in his hand. The key spun twice between his fingers, making a soft metallic clanging sound.

"Mr. Abu," he began, his voice laced with laughter, but a calculating edge lurked beneath the surface, "I can move your order forward, cut in line. But it's free—"

He paused, the key resting between his index and middle fingers.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate? After all, I'm just a businessman."

"If I don't make money, I might as well go grow potatoes in Siberia. Besides, to be honest, I don't have a very good relationship with Jorgen. He's not worth 100 AKMs."

Abu took a deep breath. "Then give me a discount, and prioritize my work."

"No problem. You know my goods are parallel, unlike those made by Indians that explode after firing a few hundred rounds. My AKM can fire at least 8000 rounds. Apart from not having a serial number, even the original factory ones might not be as good as mine."

"Just tell me the price," the other party said somewhat impatiently.

"Originally $900, I'll sell it to you for $800!"

"make a deal."

Hold! ! !

Damn it, the price was too low!

It seems that Abu's backer, the Sumerian brother, is not short of money either...

There must be a financial backer behind them.

That's true... Who in the Middle East doesn't have some kind of background?

Panda... cough cough cough, never mind.

The phone hangs up.

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his ear and put it in his pocket.

He turned around, inserted the key into the lock, and with a click, the iron gate opened.

He muttered to himself, with a fierce edge, "A million? Damn. They're taking kickbacks from me now. Go to hell."

There must be kickbacks involved!

Everyone in Sichuan knows the trick: haggle and you'll get half the price!

The iron gate was pushed open, and the factory lights poured out.

The machine tool spindle hummed, the cutting fluid sprayed out, and iron filings rolled off the cutting tip and fell into the chip tray with a soft rustling sound.

The six monster laborers are still working.

The bald man stood in front of DMG, his three fingers rapidly tapping on the control panel, adjusting programs, changing tools, aligning tools, and starting the machine—his movements were fluid and seamless.

Chiang Kai-shek was at Haas's place. He had just finished milling the receiver of an AKM and was blowing away the metal shavings with an air gun. After he finished, he put it on the workbench and turned around to get another piece of material.

Niu Yi rough-machined the gun barrel blank on CAK5085.

Niu Er is finely machining on an SK40P.

Niu San drilled a deep hole in T2108.

Niu Si milled the magazine slot on the X6132.

The six laborers each performed their duties, working busily but without chaos, like a precisely operating machine.

After working for more than 20 hours straight, these six little ones didn't show any signs of fatigue at all.

I don't want a salary, I don't want overtime pay, I don't want food or water, I don't even need to use the toilet.

It's practically the ultimate dream of capitalists.

The bald man looked up and saw Chen Zheng standing at the door. He blinked his big eyes and raised his chin slightly.

The movement was very subtle, like a seasoned construction worker who had been working on a site for ten years seeing the boss coming to inspect. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he wouldn't even look up, just raise his chin slightly, as if to say, "You're here? I'm working, don't worry."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, then smiled.

He walked to his desk, placed the black travel bag on it, unzipped it, and revealed the euros and US dollars inside. The purple five-hundred-euro bills and the green hundred-dollar bills mingled together, gleaming matte under the fluorescent light.

They buried their heads directly in it.

Then take a deep breath!

He could smell the milky scent of a D-cup bra in these banknotes, the fishy smell of a babbling brook, and the decadent elegance of a life of extravagance!

He raised his head, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He zipped up the bag, put it in the safe, turned the combination lock three times, and locked it with a click.

Then he sat down, took out his phone, and opened the Monster Factory app.

The interface is still the same. Dark background, with a fanged monster staring in the upper left corner.

Monster Factory Lv.2

Regional Influence: 187/2000

Gold: 0

Monster Workers: 6/20

He clicked on "Recharge Gold Coins" and entered "10000".

He took out the US dollars he had just received from Abu Hassan from the safe, counted out 100 hundred-dollar bills, placed them on the table, and pointed his phone camera at the stack of banknotes.

The green scanning frame scanned from top to bottom and then from left to right.

[Scan complete! Top-up successful!]

Current Gold Coins: 10000

He exited the recharge interface and went to the [Monster Shop].

The layout of the store interface is the same as before, but there's an extra line of text—

[Level 2 Monster: Monster Master]

Price: 5000 gold coins/each

Description: Proficient in precision machining, ultra-precision machining, and micro-machining. Skilled in machining challenging materials (such as titanium alloys, high-temperature alloys, and composite materials). Able to understand and execute nanometer-level tolerance requirements. Able to reverse-engineer the blueprints for most individual light weapons, and has a chance to reverse-engineer heavy weapons.

Chen Zheng looked at the line of instructions, his eyes shining like two lamps.

He took a deep breath, clicked on [Summon], entered the quantity "2", and then clicked [Confirm].

A loading circle popped up on the screen and spun for two seconds.

[Summoning...]

Chen Zheng put down his phone and took a step back.

Two figures appeared out of nowhere on the cement floor in the corner of the workshop.

The skin was grayish-brown, but darker than the laborers' color, leaning towards grayish-green, like a stone covered in moss.

The limbs were thinner and longer than those of a laborer, and the fingers were not three—but four, long and thin, like the fingers of a pianist, with a special shape at the fingertips, slightly swollen, as if wearing an invisible glove.

The most noticeable feature is the ears.

very long.

The ears hang down from the sides of the head, pointed like two elongated leaves, with fine lines on the auricles that are slightly translucent under the light.

And eyes.

Smaller than the laborer's eyes, but brighter, with amber pupils that are vertical like a cat's eyes, giving them an indescribable focus when they look at people.

They were even wearing glasses.

Those thin cheeks, those large ears, those round glasses, that slightly hunched posture, that indescribable air about him—

He blurted out without thinking, "Gandhi?"

The two precision engineers were instantly furious.

The one on the left suddenly jumped back a step, his long ears perked up, his eyes widened, and his amber pupils shrank to slits. The one on the right immediately took off his glasses, his four slender fingers gripping the temples, his expression like that of a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't describe us as that idiot who uses his dick as his tongue!"

The craftsman on the left shouted in a high-pitched voice, several notes higher than the bald man and his companion, like a violin that hadn't been tuned properly.

Chen Zheng was taken aback.

He looked at the one on the left, then at the one on the right.

The two exquisitely crafted faces were filled with humiliation and anger, their long ears were flushed red, and the tips of their ears trembled slightly, like two flags being blown by the wind.

"Sorry, sorry~" Chen Zheng quickly waved his hand, his attitude as sincere as if he were apologizing to a customer, "I had a bad mouth, I had a bad mouth. I'm not Gandhi, definitely not Gandhi."

The two craftsmen exchanged a glance, their ears slowly drooping down, their color gradually changing from red back to grayish-green.

Chen Zheng squatted down and stared at them for a while. "I'll give you new names."

He pointed to the one on the left: "Your name is Four-Eyes."

He then pointed to the one on the right: "Your name is Tianji (田鸡)."

What a perverse sense of humor!!! (The author also wears glasses!)

He stood up, dusted off his hands, and said, "Four-Eyes, Frog, welcome to Monster Factory."

"What are you best at?"

Frog: "We can minimize the number of steps as much as possible, without damaging the product!"

Four-Eyes: "That's right!"

"Furthermore, we can repair over a hundred types of CNC machine tools, as long as the internal parts aren't completely destroyed!"

I've struck gold... I've struck gold!!!

There are quite a few machines that have been destroyed in the Middle East. He himself is not capable of repairing them, as it requires a very high level of skill, but this Monster Precision Machinery can do it.

After that...

Do you also collect recyclables?

Chen Zheng opened his laptop, pulled up the complete set of AKM blueprints, and turned the screen towards Four-Eyes and Frog, "Take a look at this."

Two skilled engineers leaned closer, their four amber eyes fixed on the screen, their long ears tilted forward like two antennas receiving signals.

There was silence for about ten seconds.

Four-Eyed Frog spoke first: "The machining process of the casing can be optimized. Currently, the drawing shows seventeen steps. If the toolpath is redesigned, merging the third and fifth steps, and the seventh and ninth steps, it can be reduced to eleven steps. At the same time, replacing the three-axis with a four-axis linkage will reduce two clamping operations, and the overall machining time can be shortened by 35%."

Tianji chimed in: "There's also room for improvement in the deep hole drilling process for gun barrels. The current drilling parameters are too conservative. The feed rate could be increased by 22%. At the same time, by switching to our precision-engineered spiral chip removal method, we can reduce the number of retractions from the current seven to three."

(The spiral chip conveying method is a chip conveying method that uses the axial thrust generated by the rotation of spiral blades to continuously push the chips generated during machining along the shell or chip conveying groove to a designated collection position.)

It paused, and its long ears twitched: "In addition, the geometry of the rifling broach needs to be adjusted. Currently, the broach's rake angle on the drawing is 12 degrees and its clearance angle is 8 degrees. If we change it to a rake angle of 15 degrees and a clearance angle of 6 degrees, the surface roughness of the rifling can be reduced from Ra0.8 to Ra0.4, while the tool life will be extended by 40%."

Chen Zheng stood to the side, his mouth agape again.

Having worked in CNC machining for so many years, he considers himself a semi-expert.

He only understood half of what the two things were saying.

35%.

22%.

Ra0.4.

He understands these numbers.

He understood better than anyone what these numbers meant.

If the AKM's receiver manufacturing time is reduced by 35% and the barrel manufacturing time by 22%, then the overall production capacity—

He took out his phone, opened the calculator, and started typing.

The current speed for assembling an AKM, from material cutting to completion, is 2 hours and 47 minutes.

After reducing the damage by 35% and 22%, plus the built-in buff!

He looked at the numbers on the calculator once, and then calculated them again.

One hour and fifty-two minutes!!

What does that mean?

It is currently known that the AKM has approximately 110 parts, and no military factory can produce them that quickly.

? ? ? ? ?

He looked up at Four-Eyes and Frog.

The two engineers were still standing in front of the computer, their four amber eyes staring at the screen, their long ears twitching slightly, and they were making noises of discussion.

The four-eyed frog extended four slender fingers, tapped the screen, brought up the 3D model of the gun frame, rotated it ninety degrees, and pointed to one of the curved surfaces.

"Here," it said, its voice carrying a lecture-like composure, "we are currently using a ball end mill to perform 3D surface machining, with a tool diameter of 6 mm, a step distance of 0.3 mm, and a machining time of 47 minutes."

The frog came closer, its long ears almost poking the four-eyed frog's glasses. It pushed up its own glasses, its amber eyes narrowing slightly: "Use an 8mm diameter bullnose end mill, the step distance can be increased to 0.5mm, the surface quality remains the same, and the machining time is reduced to 31 minutes."

"What about the cutting force?" Four-Eyed Frog asked.

"Within the permitted scope."

Tianji gestured with four fingers on the screen, "The hardness of 40Cr is HRC28, which is sufficient for the cutting edge strength of the bullnose end mill. The only risk is that the residual height at the corner will be slightly higher, but that position is a weight-reducing groove and will not affect the function."

The four-eyed frog nodded, its long ears twitching slightly: "Agreed."

They huddled together again and continued flipping through the blueprints.

Chen was listening from the back and was completely confused.

Suddenly I had a feeling…

He seemed to understand how Liu Shan, the "God of Slaughter at Changban Slope," felt: "Uncle Yun will be in charge of killing, and I'll be in charge of laughing!"

"Boss!" Tianji suddenly shouted.

Chen Zheng hurriedly looked at him.

The other party said very seriously, "Many parts need to be purchased again!"

"Okay, you...write it for me?"

……