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

Chapter 63 Brother, are you rebelling outside?

No matter what industry you're in, the worst thing is delayed payments.

In Huaqiangbei, eight out of ten stalls have had their payments delayed, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan. There are countless examples of stalls being forced to close down due to unsold inventory and broken cash flow.

If you don't allow customers to pay on credit, they'll say, "We have such a big business, you can't even pay for a month? You don't know how to do business."

If the customer is an idiot, and the small business owner gets morally blackmailed, hey, the business goes bankrupt!

If you ask me, I don't have the money to buy a penis!

Can PCs be purchased on credit?

For small businesses like theirs, not having to tie up money is more important than anything else.

A short while later, the stall owner returned.

As soon as she entered, she saw Chen Zheng and Assam sitting in front of the counter, and a smile immediately spread across her face.

"This is the customer, Boss Diao."

The middle-aged man introduced his wife to Chen Zheng, then smiled and said, "This is my wife."

The proprietress smiled and said "Hello, boss," then quickly bent down and took out several disposable paper cups from under the counter. She picked up the kettle, poured a few cups of water, and handed them to Chen Zheng and Assam with both hands, and then placed a cup in front of Li Yang.

Chen Zheng thanked him, then smiled and said, "What I hate most in business is delayed payments. I always pay what's due, not a penny less."

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, at this price."

Chen Zheng smiled and extended his hand, and the two shook hands firmly.

"How long will it take to get it done?"

"It'll be ready by tomorrow afternoon. I don't have enough stock here, so I'll go find other stalls. Don't worry, I guarantee I'll get it done for you!"

Mr. Chen was very satisfied with the efficiency. He had never been to the United States, but having spent a long time in the Middle East, he knew how inefficient they were, to the point of being exasperated.

"Do we need a deposit?"

"It's fine if the boss doesn't give it to us, no matter what."

Fearing the other party might not trust him, Chen Zheng pulled out a Lebanese bank card, saying, "A foreign card is fine, right?"

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly, turned around and tilted his head towards his wife, "Wife, bring the POS machine."

After entering the password, Chen Zheng looked up at the middle-aged man and asked, "Do you know anyone who sells machining equipment?"

The middle-aged man's brow twitched, and he turned to look at his wife.

The proprietress was also taken aback. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly patted her husband's shoulder and said, "Isn't this what my second uncle does?"

"That place in Fuyong, the Huaide Machinery and Building Materials Market, didn't you go there last month and pick up a small milling machine?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh, his eyes lighting up. "My wife's distant second uncle has been in the used equipment business in Fuyong and Huaide for over 20 years. He deals in everything from small bench drills to large gantry milling machines. His customers come from the Pearl River Delta to the Yangtze River Delta, and even from Vietnam and Myanmar."

He took his phone out of his pocket, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

The middle-aged man's voice was a half-tone higher than normal: "Second Uncle! Where are you? I have a big client who wants to buy equipment. Yes, yes, come over here quickly. Yes, he's in my shop. Okay, okay, hurry up, don't keep the boss waiting!"

After hanging up the phone, the middle-aged man put his phone on the counter, turned around and looked at Chen Zheng, his eyes narrowing into slits as he smiled: "Boss Diao, wait a moment, my second uncle lives nearby, it's only a ten-minute ride on an electric bike."

He pulled out a packet of Golden Leaf tea leaves from under the counter, took one out, and handed it to him.

Chen Zheng smiled and waved his hand: "I'm not used to smoking anything too fancy like Golden Leaf. How about Liqun?"

Yes, yes, yes!

The middle-aged man responded repeatedly.

"son!"

The boy who was doing his homework was squatting by the door, teasing a stray cat. He looked up when he heard the shout.

"Go to the convenience store, buy two packs of Liqun cigarettes, and hurry back!"

He took out some money from his pocket and stuffed it into the boy's hand. The boy took it, sprang up from the ground, and ran away, his slippers making a clattering sound in the aisle. The stray cat was startled and darted into the nearby stall and disappeared.

What kind of cigarettes does the customer want to smoke? Don't you have any yet?

The middle-aged man's wife refilled everyone's water twice more, and they chatted about various things: the rent in Huaqiangbei had gone up again, the management office of SEG Plaza had issued new regulations, and the stall next door had received a big order from Africa last week, making the whole family happy for several days.

Chen Zheng leaned back on the plastic stool, listening to these everyday conversations, a smile always on his lips.

This is life.

The sound of an electric scooter braking came from the doorway.

A man in his sixties stepped off the vehicle, leaned the electric scooter against a pillar, and strode into the stall.

"Second Uncle!" The middle-aged man stood up, went to greet him, and pointed to Chen Zheng, "This is Boss Diao, he wants to buy equipment."

The second uncle's gaze swept over Assam and Li Yang before finally returning to Chen Zheng.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Diao, my surname is Huang."

Chen Zheng stood up and shook his hand.

"Boss Huang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Boss Huang sat down on the plastic stool, took out a packet of Wuyeshen from his pocket, pulled out a stick and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged man quickly came over and lit it for him.

"Boss, what kind of equipment do you need?"

Chen Zheng took out his phone from his pocket, opened the notes app, scrolled through it, and then turned the screen towards Boss Huang.

"A vacuum melting and degassing furnace, model ZG-0.5, 500 kg capacity; a 750 kg heavy-duty air hammer, C41-750; and a simple hot rolling mill for plates, capable of rolling 4 to 10 mm thin plates. Also, do you have a GMC1811 CNC gantry machining center?"

Of course, Mr. Chen wanted to expand his production scale.

Anyone familiar with this industry will know exactly what it can do the moment they see it.

My existing DMU60 5-axis machine has too small a travel for making small parts and complex curved surfaces; it can't fit the entire receiver of a heavy machine gun.

Haas VF2 vertical motor: The stroke is too short, making it difficult to handle large items.

The GMC1811 CNC gantry machining center has a large travel and high rigidity, and is specially designed for rough and finish machining of heavy machine gun receivers, gun frames, and large supports, making it very suitable for making heavy machine guns!

Upon hearing this, Boss Huang's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously glanced at the stall owner next to him.

Damn it!

What kind of client did you find for me?

Old Huang has been in this industry for so long, he knows what you're trying to do just by giving him some data.

Just like female bodhisattvas, you can find out your size by buying a condom.

Of course, there are also those who, like me, deliberately give a higher number.

"Boss Diao."

Boss Huang took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped his fingers on the edge of the ashtray. "There are some things I shouldn't ask, but I have to find out."

He seemed to be carefully choosing his words.

Where do you plan to ship it?

"Just ship it to Hong Kong airport."

Boss Huang frowned slightly.

"To put it bluntly, even military factories might not have such a complete configuration."

Boss Huang dragged the chair forward half an inch, the plastic stool legs scraping against the cement floor with a screeching sound: "I only sell equipment, and I generally don't ask what customers do with the equipment, but my whole family depends on this for a living. What you want are dual-use military and civilian items, which won't pass through customs."

P.S.: This law was enacted in 2004.

"Can't we even ship large civilian items?"

These are some of the things bosses like to do most: all of them are made in fully enclosed solid wood fumigation chambers, commonly known as "Machine" in English.

The false claims about "Parts", "Metal Components", and "Industrial Equipment" all refer to ordinary metal structural parts, heavy machinery bases, industrial frames, metallurgical equipment spare parts, and stamping tool machine beds.

Mr. Huang said with difficulty, "Mr. Diao, I'm an honest man, I—I can't break the law, can I?"

"Boss Huang, business is business, and rules are rules."

Chen Zheng smiled and said, "I'm not new to doing business, and I know that some things can't be forced upon people."

Chen Zheng glanced at Li Yang, who then took out a business card and handed it to him.

"Boss Huang, here's my business card. Give me a call if you've made up your mind. Don't worry, I'm willing to pay a 70% premium!"

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Grass! ! !

Are you making a gangster movie?

Is this a scene from a Hong Kong gangster film?

After saying that, Chen Zheng stood up and said to the stall owner, "Boss, call me when the goods are delivered tomorrow."

"Okay, okay! Take care, boss."

After Chen Zheng left, the middle-aged man stood behind the counter, still holding the POS receipt in his hand. He looked at it over and over again before stuffing it into the drawer.

"Second Uncle, why didn't you sell it to him? It's 70% overpriced!"

Boss Huang frowned: "Tianming, what did that Boss Diao buy from you?"

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then turned around and pulled out a copy of the list from behind the counter, handing it over. "Here you go, motors, ESCs, flight controllers, GPS modules, image transmission systems, screens, batteries—all for model airplanes."

Boss Huang took it and read it line by line.

"Tianming, do you know what those pieces of equipment he asked me for are for?"

"A vacuum melting and degassing furnace, this 500-kilogram size thing can melt scrap steel and re-adjust its composition, turning 45 steel into 40Cr, and classifying and purifying all sorts of alloy steels."

"And that 750-kilogram air hammer."

Boss Huang continued, "After the steel ingots are melted, they need to be forged into blanks using an air hammer. If you want to make shaft parts, you can't even make blanks without this thing."

"The GMC1811 gantry machining center can even manufacture heavy machine guns."

Boss Huang gestured and said, "The kind of 12.7mm one you see in TV dramas, the kind that's mounted on a pickup truck. That thing has a long receiver, and the stroke of a regular vertical machining center isn't enough. You need a gantry."

The stall fell silent.

"Second Uncle."

The middle-aged man swallowed hard. "It can't be that far-fetched, can it? He can't possibly be an arms dealer, can he? Maybe he just has a factory overseas."

"Tianming, I've been in the used equipment business for over twenty years. What kind of people haven't I seen? Small workshop owners in China, middlemen in Africa, smugglers in Vietnam, procurement agents from warlords in Myanmar—I've dealt with all sorts of monsters and scoundrels." He flicked his cigarette ash.

"What kind of person would intentionally pay a premium when buying something?"

"They're definitely doing illegal business!"

"A typical illegal workshop would only need two old lathes and one old milling machine, maybe a bench drill at most. But this guy wants a vacuum melting furnace, an air hammer, a hot rolling mill, and a gantry machining center—he wants to set up a complete production line."

Boss Huang took a drag of his cigarette.

"I have a feeling he's rebelling outside."

The middle-aged man leaned back slightly, and his expression changed.

"Second Uncle, are you serious?"

He frowned slightly. "Then this batch of my goods—"

"These things aren't listed as controlled items, so just sell them. What are you afraid of?" Old Huang replied.

After finishing his cigarette, Boss Huang stood up and said, "Alright, Tianming, I'm going back now."

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up from the stool. The middle-aged man quickly stood up as well: "Second Uncle, have a meal here."

"Need not."

Boss Huang waved his hand, walked to the entrance of the stall, and stepped onto the slightly worn electric scooter. The scooter shook slightly, and the LED lights on the front of the scooter flashed.

The middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the stall, watching his second uncle leave before slowly turning around and walking back behind the counter.

His wife was tidying up the disposable paper cups, pouring the unfinished water into a bucket, stacking the cups together, and throwing them into the trash can.

She lowered her voice, "What did Second Uncle mean by what he just said? Who exactly is that Boss Diao?"

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

"Who cares? People from Huaqiangbei are a mixed bag. We're just selling goods."

He added, "I'll contact the supplier, and it will be delivered to the airport on time tomorrow afternoon."

His wife opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing her husband's expression, she swallowed her words and turned to organize the plastic bags on the shelf.

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As Chen Zheng emerged from SEG Plaza, sunlight streamed through the gap between two tall buildings, illuminating Huaqiangbei Pedestrian Street and reflecting a dazzling white light off the granite paving stones.

Li Yang followed behind, having already drunk more than half of the bottle of Yibao in his hand.

"Brother Chen, is that Boss Huang going to sell or not?"

"Who knows?"

He squinted and looked up at the huge electronic screen in SEG Plaza, which was displaying the ugliness of a certain brand of mobile phones. The spokesperson's face was magnified several stories high, and the smile was so bright it didn't seem real.

"In a place like Huaqiangbei, everyone's shrewd. If he were to decide to sell on the spot, I'd have to think twice before deciding whether he's setting a trap for me. His hesitation actually means he's seriously considering it."

"After all, too many people will attract unwanted attention, won't they?"

A 70% premium—if it were Mr. Chen himself, he could make customers understand what "value for money" truly means!

"So let's wait until tomorrow. If we still haven't heard from him by tomorrow, then we'll look for someone else."

Chen Zheng chuckled. "He's not the only one in the world selling equipment. Not everyone wants to avoid business, right?"

"If all else fails, we can source from Southeast Asia. Vietnam, Myanmar, and Thailand have plenty of secondhand equipment there, and the prices are cheap, but the quality varies, so we'll have to find someone to scout it out."

Li Yang nodded, crushed the empty Yibao bottle, threw it into the roadside trash can, the bottle hit the rim of the can with a dull thud, and then rolled back to his feet.

Chen Zheng bent down, picked it up, and threw it into the trash can. "Can't you be a little more civilized? You're being very rude."

"Hey Chen, where are we going now?"

Chen Zheng glanced at his watch. "It's been a long time since I've been back to China. The Middle Eastern food is making me sick. It's either grilled meat or flatbread every day. I'm getting blisters on my lips from all that."

"Those sheep were so horny, you'd think I was licking abalone."

He patted Li Yang on the shoulder, "Find a place to eat something decent, then go to a massage parlor tonight and get a good massage; your whole body is sore."

Massage center?

Li Yang's eyes lit up.

"Don't get any ideas. Don't mess around in China. If you get caught in a prostitution raid, I won't be responsible!"

Li Yang chuckled awkwardly and readily agreed, "Brother Chen, you know me. I only last three minutes anyway, so finding a woman would be a waste of money!"

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