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

The car climbed to the top of the hill and stopped in the open space.

Chen Zheng turned to the frog beside him and told it to go inside and call someone to move the goods.

The frog nodded.

A short while later, the bald man and the others emerged from the cave, their grayish-brown skin covered in dust, with wrenches and screwdrivers tucked into the pockets of their work clothes.

As a laborer, is it normal for me to bring a wrench to work?

Chen Zheng walked over and clapped his hands: "The generator has arrived, let's unload it."

Four-Eyes turned around, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Boss, put the generator in a well-ventilated area near the cave entrance. The diesel engine needs both air intake and exhaust; it can't be placed deep inside the cave. The exhaust pipe needs to lead outside, otherwise the exhaust fumes won't escape."

"Do as you say."

Niu Yi and the others, like monster laborers, each carried a generator and headed towards the cave.

Frog pulled a roll of red cable from the tool cabinet. It was a 3x35 square millimeter copper core cable, about the thickness of a thumb, with a rubber outer shell that was wear-resistant and oil-resistant.

It connects one end of the cable to the generator's output terminal, and the other end goes down the cave wall into the depths of the cave.

Baldy and Chiang Kai-shek are helping to secure the cables.

Chiang Kai-shek followed behind, holding a roll of black insulating tape, wrapping the cable joints layer by layer until they were completely sealed.

"Are you afraid of electricity?"

Frog glanced over and muttered, "Boss... capitalists should care about whether we live or die, right?"

Chen Zheng gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

Four-Eyes stood up, dusted off his knees, walked to the generator, and began to inspect the various systems of the diesel engine.

Four-Eyes straightened up and pushed up his glasses: "We can test the machine now."

The bald man had already moved the diesel drum over and was using a manual oil pump to draw diesel from the drum and add it to the generator's fuel tank.

The fuel tank is not large, holding about 60 liters of diesel fuel, enough for the 100-kilowatt generator to run at full load for about 8 hours.

Chiang Kai-shek connected the exhaust pipe.

A two-inch diameter iron pipe was led out from the generator's exhaust manifold interface, ran along the ground, passed through a crack in the rocks next to the cave entrance, and extended about one meter outside the cave with the pipe opening facing downwards to prevent rainwater from flowing back in.

Chen Zheng walked to the generator, squatted down, and placed his hand on the start button.

Press down hard!

The starter motor made a "click-click-click" sound, the flywheel turned three times, and the crankshaft of the diesel engine turned half a turn.

boom--

With a deep roar, the diesel engine started.

A plume of white smoke billowed from the exhaust manifold, shooting out of the cave and dissipating into the twilight.

The engine speed slowly increased from idle to the rated speed of 1500 revolutions per minute. The inertia of the flywheel made it rotate very steadily with little vibration, but the whole machine emitted a low-frequency humming sound that came up from the ground and made the soles of my feet go numb.

"The voltage is stable," Four-Eyes said. "The frequency is stable. We can switch it on."

Chen Zheng closed the generator's output circuit breaker.

The lights in the cave flickered, then became brighter.

The cable is energized.

The frog stood deep inside the cave, holding a handheld voltmeter plugged into the output socket of the temporary distribution box. The voltmeter read 380 volts, stable.

"I got an electric shock," the frog shouted.

The bald man walked up to the DMG MORI 60 five-axis machining center and pressed the power button. The controller screen lit up with a green background and white characters. The self-test program started running, and lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen.

It's dazzling to look at!

"DMG self-test passed," the bald man said.

Kaishen walked to the Haas VF-2 vertical machining center and pressed the power button. The Haas controller also lit up, and the screen displayed the familiar interface; the spindle, servo, and coolant pump all parameters were normal.

"Haas self-test passed."

"CAK5085 self-test passed!"

"..."

Chen Zheng took a deep breath: "Resume work."

Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses, turned around, and shouted in his high-pitched voice to all the laborers: "Attention everyone! Production line reorganization! AKM, complete the assembly!"

"Goo!" The six laborers responded in unison.

I have to say…

Once again, I must commend the hard-working people for their awesomeness. Back home, they make you feel like you're going to die if you have to work overtime!

Hmph! If you won't do it, plenty of other damn people will!

Workers should roll up their sleeves. If you don't work hard, how am I supposed to drive Porsches, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces, and meet female celebrities?

I'll send you a picture of the Cape of Good Hope later, and you'll have to praise my boss!

Chen Zheng looked at the machine with satisfaction, then realized that he still had one more chance to "copy" that he hadn't used.

He took out his phone and opened the Monster Factory app.

The interface is still the same, with a dark background and a fanged monster staring with its eyes wide open in the upper left corner.

He turned to the page for "Special Abilities" and saw a line of small print below the gray icon—

[Copy (can be used)]

Note: You can select one existing machine to create an exact replica. The replica retains 100% of the original machine's performance and inherits the Monster Factory's additional attribute bonuses.

Uses: 1 time

He exited the app, looked up, and glanced at the eight pieces of equipment in the cave.

Copy what? Do I even need to think about that?

It's definitely the DMG MORI DMU 60 5-axis CNC machining center!!!

On the secondhand website he frequents, the cheapest machine—a 2005 model with 8,000 hours of use, standard configuration, without a tool magazine or fourth axis—is priced at 48000 euros, which is approximately US$66,000!

But that's the price in Europe.

Once the equipment reaches Syria, its price will at least triple.

Shipping costs, customs duties, customs clearance, bribes, plus the middleman's profit, mean that a DMG MORI device in Syria would cost at least $20.

Especially in the Bekaa Valley…

This is an embargo!!!

Of course, the more you ban it, the more valuable it becomes, and the buyer's market will have a price but no market.

Moreover, if this DMG MORI malfunctions, such as the spindle burning out, the guide rails wearing out, or the control system crashing, where will he find the parts?

There isn't even a single authorized DMG Mori service provider in Syria.

Having an extra DMG MORI device means having an extra layer of insurance!

Moreover, with two five-axis CNC machine tools operating simultaneously, they can do more than just the AKM.

In the future, when we take on more complex orders and make more precise parts, two DMG MORI machines mean higher production capacity and stronger order-taking capabilities.

Soviet goods were worthless…

It's all about volume.

Chen Zheng took a deep breath, opened the Monster Factory app, and turned to the page on the [Copy] ability.

Please select the device you want to copy from.

He pointed his phone camera at the DMG MONILE 60, and a green scanning frame appeared on the screen, encompassing the entire device and scanning it from bottom to top.

[Scan complete.]

[Equipment Identification: DMG MORI DMU 60 5-Axis Machining Center]

[Confirm copying?]

Chen Zheng's finger paused on the "Confirm" button for a second.

Then I pressed it.

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

[Copying in progress...]

The air in the cave seemed to vibrate.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

The new DMG MORI has appeared.

It appeared out of nowhere to Old Demag's right, less than two meters away.

The body is gray, the paint is brand new, without a single scratch, and even the nameplate is shiny.

Chen Zheng walked over and reached out to touch the protective door of the new DMG MORI.

He opened the security door and peered inside. The spindle was new, the guide rails were new, the lead screw was new, even the wire harnesses were new, and the cable ties hadn't been cut yet.

"Let's see if we can connect it to electricity!"

The frog squatted in front of the new Derma-G, opened the electrical cabinet door, and checked the wiring inside. After looking at it for a few moments, it stood up, adjusted its glasses, and nodded to Chen Zheng: "The wiring is fine, you can power it on."

The bald man walked over and pressed the power button on the new DMG MORI device.

The controller's screen lit up, displaying a green background and white text. The self-test program started running, with lines of code scrolling rapidly across the screen before finally stopping at the standby screen.

The bald man brought up the system information page and glanced at it.

"The system version is the same as the old one, and the settings are the same too." He turned around and looked at Chen Zheng. "It's ready to use right away."

Chen Zheng nodded.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get started."

On the new DMG MORI, Chiang Kai-shek stood in front of the control panel, adjusting the program.

It copies the machining program for the AKM sleeve from the computer, loads it into the controller's memory, and performs tool changes, tool setting, and workpiece coordinate system settings in a smooth and seamless manner.

Art, that's art.

Two DMG MORI units are operating simultaneously.

The sounds echoed in the cave, buzzing, hissing, and gurgling, blending into an industrial symphony even fuller than before.

Chen Zheng stood in the center of the cave, hands on his hips, looking at everything with great satisfaction!

His phone vibrated.

He answered the phone, and Adnan's booming voice came from the other end, tinged with laughter and full of energy: "Bruce! My brother! The money's ready, come and get it. I'll be waiting for you at the bar north of the tribe."

"A bar?" Chen Zheng was taken aback. "There's a bar in the tribe?"

Adnan laughed heartily on the other end of the line, his laughter making the phone speaker buzz: "Hahaha, of course! In the tribes of the Bekaa Valley, there might not be anything else, but there are definitely bars. You think we only drink tea? We Lebanese are the people who know how to enjoy life the most along the Mediterranean coast. Red wine, beer, whiskey, whatever you want to drink, we have it."

He paused, lowered his voice, and said in a way that carried an unspoken ambiguity between men: "Besides, I also have some really exciting shows here, you know what I mean."

Chen Zheng's eyebrows twitched.

Send me the address, I'll be there in a bit.

"Okay!"

The phone hangs up.

Chen Zheng stuffed his phone into his pocket and turned to look at Si Yan and Tian Ji.

"I'm going down the mountain. You guys keep an eye on the factory. Get the AKM production line running as fast as you can. Don't wait for me."

Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses: "Understood."

Chen Zheng stepped out of the cave; dusk had completely fallen. The night sky over the Beka Valley was clear, with countless stars scattered across it like a handful of diamonds on a black velvet cloth.

Going downhill is faster than going uphill...

It wasn't something he wanted to see that was exciting.

It's just... I simply can't bear to see the guests wait any longer.

He took out his phone and called Khalid, asking him to bring Li Yang to the bar.

Open it according to the address provided by Adnan.

Finally, we saw a large tent.

A lamp hung next to the wooden sign; it was an old-fashioned kerosene lamp, its glass shade yellowed from the soot, casting a dim, yellowish light that couldn't illuminate very far.

Chen Zheng parked the Corolla next to the pickup truck, turned off the engine, and jumped out of the car.

He straightened his clothes, zipped up his jacket, walked to the door, and pushed the wooden door.

The door wasn't locked and creaked open.

A strong smell of alcohol, tobacco, sweat, and cheap perfume hit me.

Chen Zheng stood at the door and glanced inside.

It was bigger than he had imagined.

There weren't many people in the store.

Adnan sat at the innermost table, with two other people sitting next to him.

When Chen Zheng saw Adnan, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Oh shit!

What an exciting program!

Shouldn't she be a stripper... a pole dancer?

If you're not going to show your chest, at least show your legs, right?

What? You're saying this is the Middle East? People in the Middle East slept with even more prostitutes!

The results of it?

Hey... what a waste of time.

Adnan looked up, saw Chen Zheng standing in the doorway, grinned, stood up, and waved to him: "Bruce! Over here!"

Adnan called out to the old man behind the bar, "Another drink, please!"

"Is this a bar?"

Adnan laughed heartily. "Aren't you disappointed? I could tell from your expression! You probably thought I had dancing girls here, right?"

"I'm a decent person."

After laughing enough, Adnan picked up a black nylon travel bag from the side, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Chen Zheng.

"Count it," he said, his voice returning to normal, but a smile still lingering on his lips. "Eighteen thousand, not a penny less."

Chen Zheng unzipped his jacket.

The travel bag contained stacks of US dollars, hundred-dollar bills tied with rubber bands, and bundles of ten thousand dollars, neatly stacked together.

Franklin's smiling face glowed with a pale greenish light in the dim glow of the kerosene lamp!

He casually picked up a bundle, untied the rubber band, and flicked it with his finger—one hundred sheets, no doubt.

He retied the bundle of money, put it back in his bag, then picked up another bundle, opened it, and counted—another hundred bills.

He checked it puncture by puncture, not because he didn't trust Adnan, but out of habit.

When he was doing CNC machining in China, dealing with foreign trade companies, he would count each bill twice every time he received payment.

In business, the worst thing is to be too particular about... family!

When they counted to the tenth bar, the bar door was pushed open.

Khalid and Li Yang walked in.

Khalid walked ahead, his gray jacket open, revealing a dark T-shirt underneath, and his hair still messy, like a bird's nest.

Li Yang followed behind, wearing a faded hoodie with the zipper all the way up, his neck tucked inside, looking a bit reserved. He glanced around the store, saw Chen Zheng, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly walked over.

"Brother Chen," Li Yang called out, and sat down beside him.

Khalid sat down and called out to the old man behind the bar, "Two drinks."

Chen Zheng continued counting the money.

Eighteen bundles, ten thousand bundles, eighteen thousand.

He finished counting, put the last wad of money back into his travel bag, zipped it up, placed the bag at his feet, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked at Adnan.

"No problem," he said.

Adnan nodded, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and said, "If you need any goods in the future, you can contact me directly."

Chen Zheng nodded, smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Cheers to friendship!"

"Cheers!"

"Oh, right." Adnan suddenly remembered something, took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and lowered his voice, "Bruce, I have something to tell you."

"Um?"

"There's a military industry exhibition in Zahle in about two weeks."

"There will be at least 60 armed groups in the Middle East at that time. You can go and take a look when you have time."

Adnan paused, then grinned, "Of course, I can introduce you to some options, but I'll need 10% of the order payment!"

……