Chapter 215: Flexible Thinking Leads to Wealth
After buying the translation machine, Pascal and his friends were extremely happy. It's not that they didn't have this kind of equipment, but they didn't have any need for it in their daily lives. Now this thing has finally solved their needs.
After leaving the store, Liu Baorong fastened his seat belt and asked, "Brother, where are we going?"
"Of course I'm going home!" Xiao Peng said, "Let's work in Chushan Village and clear the way for Mas!"
Pascal was still using a translator to translate the conversation between Xiao Peng and the other man. However, the sentence "The people in Chuoshantun are working hard to clear the way for Mas" left them confused. Why couldn't he translate it?
Liu Baorong was stunned: "Huh? Where are you going?"
"Chushantun, you know my home!" Xiao Peng was stunned: "You have been there!"
Liu Baorong pulled the handbrake and tilted his head to look at Xiao Peng: "Brother, don't you know?"
"What do I know?" Xiao Peng asked puzzledly.
Liu Baorong explained, "When our township was lifted out of poverty, we consolidated those villages with small populations and limited economic development. People from Chushantun and Qiantun moved to Shaojiapu. Didn't you know about this?"
Xiao Peng was stunned: "I really don't know! When did it happen?"
"It's been almost three years! Less than four months after you left, our township was already delisted!" Liu Baorong asked, "Didn't your family notify you?"
Xiao Peng frowned. "No! My uncle and his friends never mentioned this when they contacted me! Has Chushantun been demolished now?"
Liu Baorong said, "They didn't demolish it. It seems they couldn't agree on the land acquisition fee. I'm not from Chushantun, but I heard that people are a bit greedy. They offered apartments to live in but still demanded a high land acquisition fee. Anyway, the matter is stuck there. Chushantun and Qiantun are both deserted. Who still lives in those dilapidated houses over there? Oh, maybe there are still three or five households left. Those whose household registration is not in Chushantun have not been resettled. That's not right. Your household registration is in Kaoshantun, right? You should have a house too, right?"
Xiao Peng shook his head like a rattle: "I don't know anything about this. Damn, why do I have such a bad feeling?"
Liu Baorong was silent for a while and then said, "That shouldn't be the case, right? They are your uncles after all."
"It's because they're my uncles that I feel something's wrong." Xiao Peng said, "I know them too well! Let's go to Shaojiapu quickly. Do you know where my uncles live?"
Liu Baorong started the car: "How could I possibly know? There's a mouth under my nose, why don't I just go and ask around?"
Xiao Peng frowned along the way. What the hell was going on? He didn't even know his house was demolished?
Over the past three years, except for the last six months when he hasn't sent money home, he has contacted his family on time every month. How come no one has ever told him about such a big thing?
Liu Baorong comforted him, "Okay, stop imagining it. Isn't Shao Feng from the Shao family shop? I'll contact Shao Feng for you. But I don't know if he's at home."
"Shao Feng? What is he doing now?" Xiao Peng heard another classmate's name.
Liu Baorong exclaimed: "Shao Feng is amazing, he has made a fortune now!"
"Made a fortune?" Xiao Peng was stunned: "How did you make a fortune?"
He knew about Shao Feng's family situation. His parents both worked in a private gas tank factory in the town and were ordinary workers. Liu Baorong said that Shao Feng had made a fortune. Did he have some kind of adventure?
Liu Baorong said, "Shao Feng bought the gas cylinder factory where his father worked, and now he's selling gas cylinders!"
Xiao Peng blinked. "Gas cylinders? That's a 'sunset industry,' right? Isn't it? Rural areas in our country are gradually starting to have centralized gas supply, right?"
Liu Baorong slapped his thigh. "Who says it's not true? When he took over, the gas tank factory was almost losing money! But what's the saying? A tree that doesn't move dies, and a person who moves lives. It's the same gas tank factory, but in Shao Feng's hands, he can make millions a year!"
"Huh?" Xiao Peng was shocked. "Can you make that much money from gas cylinders? Is there still a market for it?"
Liu Baorong explained: "It's an export!"
Xiao Peng suddenly realized, "That's right. Just because our domestic market is shrinking doesn't mean foreigners don't need it. Many places are underdeveloped, and they all need gas cylinders! For example, Sicily in Italy needs them, and so do Africa. He has quite the business acumen!"
Liu Baorong waved his hand after hearing this. "Come on, he specializes in exporting to the Middle East and Africa. He was drunk the other day when we were drinking and told us the truth. He's now making a net profit of four dollars per gas cylinder, and he can ship at least 20,000 a month! That's 80,000 dollars a month, which is over 500,000 yuan! He's considering expanding production now! The demand there is getting bigger and bigger."
Xiao Peng blinked. "Is there such a huge demand for gas cylinders over there? Rongrong, there's war going on in many places over there, and people are still using gas cylinders to cook? It doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it!"
Bruch, who was holding a translator in the back row, said, "Boss, there's really a huge demand for gas cylinders over there!"
"Ah?" Xiao Peng turned around and asked Bruch, "What are they using it for?"
"Kill people!" Bruch said succinctly. "Modify an empty gas tank, fill it with gunpowder, and make a homemade explosive barrel. Use a homemade launcher to launch it. Don't underestimate its power. The explosion of a modified gas tank can be equivalent to the power of 300 grenades."
After saying that, he also used his hands to demonstrate the working principle of the gas tank cannon.
Xiao Peng thought about it for a moment and suddenly realized: "Oh my god, isn't this the 'heartless cannon'?"
Anyone who has seen the war film "Assembly" must have remembered a strange weapon in it: an empty gasoline barrel with propellant and then an explosive pack placed inside. Although it is simple in structure, it can project a ten-kilogram explosive pack to a distance of about 150 meters.
Because this thing was so powerful and flew everywhere, no one knew who it would hit, so people gave it the nickname "the conscienceless cannon" during the war.
This weapon is now also used on the battlefield in the Middle East, but they have been modified to replace the original explosive packs with gas tanks, making it more powerful.
Of course, power is only one aspect, the most important thing is: cheap!
Warfare, to put it bluntly, burns money! The cheapest mortar round starts at $80! And howitzer rounds can cost thousands of dollars, not to mention the cost of the artillery itself. A single salvo of shells alone can cost tens of thousands of dollars!
A gas canister costs less than $20, and the modification process is simple. A metal pipe can be used as a launcher, and it's quite powerful. You won't feel bad if the launcher is destroyed.
Xiao Peng sighed, "Damn, Shao Feng has become an arms dealer, right?"
Liu Baorong blinked and said, "Pengpeng, what do you do as a foreign buddy? How do you know about the battlefield? Damn, Shao Feng didn't answer the phone! I'm not asking him to borrow money, so what is he afraid of?"
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