After dinner, Xia Yu crawled into the mosquito net on the rooftop terrace, enjoying the sea breeze, and lounged on a deck chair scrolling through her phone.
Afica isn't like China; going for a walk after a meal to digest is too dangerous, and there are lots of mosquitoes outside. It's better to just lie down and gain weight.
Of course, with Xia Yu's workload, the long nights would consume the daytime hours, which is probably what self-discipline is all about!
The internet has brought the world closer together. When I was a child, my dad came to work in Afica, and we could only make a phone call once every few months.
Now, as long as there's internet, they can video chat every day. Of course, as long as they're not pressured to get married, they're still a loving family.
After mentioning his parents a couple of times, Xia Yu browsed through various websites like Bilibili, Zhihu, and Dianping. It wasn't safe to use his phone outside during the day, so he only browsed before going to bed at night.
The external tv is alright, it adds a bit of international perspective, but after browsing for a short time, WhatsApp notifies me of new messages.
"Hey bro, want this?"
The next photo shows a chassis similar to an excavator, with a "nose" that can also swing up and down, but the upper body looks a bit like a flying saucer.
This is... well, where did this guy get it from? This method is way too unconventional!
Xia Yu sat up abruptly, clicked on the photo to zoom in and examined it carefully for more than a minute.
That's right, although the model is slightly different, this is the car he drove for almost two years before he retired from the army.
As Xia Yu typed rapidly, he inquired about the specifics. The answer he received relieved him and also piqued his interest.
Because it's a scrapped tank.
He doesn't have to worry about accidentally stumbling into any sensitive events. He just has to complain: is selling scrap metal the way black men are supposed to get rid of their jobs?
Yes, it weighs 38 tons, which is almost ten thousand US dollars according to the current market price for scrap. If there aren't many people sharing the profits, that would be a great thing.
After searching for the specific model's purchase price in Xia Yu that year, one can only lament that the son is selling his grandfather's land without any regard for the people's feelings.
Think of how much ore you have to export for hundreds of thousands of US dollars!
"Brother, I won't make more money off you. I bought it for $220 per ton. If you want it, just add $20."
The black guy across the street started making an offer.
Because of the many pleasant collaborations we've had, this price isn't outrageous.
Of course, this does not include shipping costs; Xia Yu will have to pick it up herself.
So, will he buy it or not?
purchase!
Both are trade-ins, but the profit margin for a 10-20 ton excavator is only a few times, while this "Iron Turtle" is different.
If it's heavy, it'll take more time to refurbish. As long as it's refurbished to the point of being 99% new for a girl's personal use, and all kinds of repair parts are provided, selling it to you for three to five hundred thousand dollars isn't too expensive, right?
That's why they say arms dealing is the most profitable business; Xia Yu has made dozens of times the profit.
Of course, the risks have also increased tenfold, since he has gone directly from being an underground equipment supplier to an underground arms dealer, which makes him somewhat hesitant.
Never mind, let's just buy it first. Ten thousand dollars isn't a small amount!
At worst, he could just keep it as a keepsake. He was very reluctant to part with it when he retired from the army, but the army is like an iron camp with ever-changing soldiers. If you don't leave, where will the fresh blood come from?
After agreeing on the transaction for the day after tomorrow, Xia Yu went downstairs to her room, turned on the air conditioner, and drifted off to sleep.
The next day, he got up before dawn and heard Sophia say while he was having breakfast that there had been another power outage the night before.
Fortunately, Xia Yu had found a lot of discarded truck batteries, refurbished them, and set up a home emergency power supply, so the diesel generator that was on standby during short power outages could not be used.
However, the power outages have been happening quite frequently lately!
He frowned and told Zhu's mother about his business trip to the capital, Busa, the next day.
Xia Yu is currently in Komlujah, the third largest city in the country.
Located on the coast with a port, this area has great development potential, but the majority of the population is concentrated in Busa, which is located inland along the river.
The two places are more than 600 kilometers apart, and if there were a highway, it would be a good trip.
However, more than half of the journey is not even paved with cement village roads, so if you don't want to be jolted to death by the bumpy ride, you have three options.
Railways that sell tickets for both passengers and freight transport can be transported by sea from the estuary up the river, or directly by air.
Xia Yu didn't want to take the slow trains and passenger ships, and there was no way to airfreight this thing.
He had no choice but to fly over and carry the car back by hand.
I called the airline to book tickets, grabbed my lunchbox and a pillar, and got on the motorcycle.
Working for yourself isn't exploitation, not to mention he quite enjoys operating excavators.
"Alright, let's review yesterday's procedures now."
After unlocking the safety lock on the machine, Xia Yu clapped her hands and began today's lesson.
I'll be keeping Zhu Zi at home for practical exercises tomorrow and the day after; the task is quite challenging.
"Papa, why does my mom insist on sending me to the Land of Hair? Is it paradise there?"
After being taught love, Zhu Zi didn't get distracted all morning, but he started thinking about philosophical questions again during lunch.
“Domi also wants to go. There’s a guy in our village who served in the army for the Germans for a few years and his whole family got residency. He wants to follow that path too.”
Children always talk a lot, and Xia Yu listened with mixed feelings.
That person must have joined the Foreign Legion.
Compared to people from other places, those from former German colonies were indeed more competitive.
They don't need to relearn French; as long as their military skills are sufficient, they have a high probability of being selected.
The boy named Domi was about two or three years older than Zhu Zi, and his father was a veteran who fought in the war.
If it weren't for the injury that resulted in the loss of a hand, my whole family might be citizens of the United States by now.
Such hopes were naturally placed on his son, and years of rigorous training had made Domi a skilled AK user.
Every time he went hunting in the grasslands and forests, it was like a real combat exercise. Except for not having received training in vehicles or teams, he was more like a special forces soldier than a regular special forces soldier.
But compared to AK, he seemed more interested in excavators, so he was also Xia Yu's potential second employee, at least in the years before he came of age.
"The country is not paradise, and Bali is not much safer than Khun Luga, but your father is there, so it's definitely easier for you to go there than Domi."
Xia Yu speaks the truth, every word he says.
This former European hegemon's deepest impression was that no one could occupy Bali before the country surrendered, and his current status as a military policeman in Afika was not particularly sensitive.
"I don't really want to go. I'd rather stay in Kongluga and enjoy myself."
Zhu Zi only dared to say these words in front of Xia Yu; if his mother heard them, it would be terrible.
"It's still early. Maybe you'll change your mind in a couple of years. Let's get to work."
Xia Yu clapped her hands and shook off the sandwich crumbs from her clothes.
Cold meals are really just for filling your stomach. It would be so nice if there was a Shaxian Restaurant outside the construction site, or even a jianbing (Chinese crepe) cart!
That's too difficult. It's much easier to put a microwave on his excavator.
Finish early so you can leave work early; he has to go on a long trip tomorrow!
The next morning, carrying the lunchbox prepared by Sofia, I took a taxi to the Xia Yu check-in counter at the airport and boarded the plane.
He was sitting in an old Boeing 737-200, which was older than him.
The passenger plane, bearing the marks of time, soared into the sky, trembling violently as it encountered turbulence during its ascent, making one fear that it might crash.
Unfortunately, the system hasn't unlocked the flying vehicles yet, otherwise Xia Yu could provide free maintenance.
His system is very similar to current mobile games; to unlock new features, you either have to spend money or grind.
We don't have a way to recharge in-game currency, so this is something from this era.
There's no other way but to grind. You can gain experience by servicing and driving vehicles.
This is why he has always insisted on driving himself.
More than an hour later, the plane landed at an airport outside Busa.
The population flow in the capital is significantly higher, and the military is also mainly stationed around Busa.
Unlike the naval base of Konluga, which only had two dilapidated ships.
Well, at least it's stronger than a certain navy!
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