You Were Caught Working Part-Time During The Summer Vacation. Are You Selling Weapons Based On Their

"Damn it, where did this thing go again?"

"Yeah, didn't Su Ming say this thing is an anti-war piece of art?"

"Is it reasonable to sell anti-war art in a war-torn place? It seems somewhat reasonable!"

"No, in a place like Heizhou, would anyone actually buy such a thing?"

"Nima, this thing can't really explode!"

At this time, the live broadcast viewers saw the gas can appear in Abeba's hand, and immediately noticed something was wrong.

Su Ming said it was an anti-war piece of art.

But anti-war art can be sold on the battlefield. Obviously, those who want to start a war will not buy such things, and those who are forced to fight will have no use buying such things. They do want peace, but The other side doesn’t allow it!

Zhang Yue, the following reporter on the side, had an unexpected but reasonable expression.

She had already made conjectures about this before, but there was no evidence.

When Lu Ling saw the picture on his phone, he was calmer than Zhang Yue.

She had watched the previous live broadcast every day, so Lu Ling was very familiar with this black man.

Knowing that this is one of Su Ming's overseas business partners.

Naturally, she also knew what kind of business Su Ming was doing, but to her, as long as it was legal in the Dragon Kingdom, she didn't mind it.

At this time, the gas tank inside the mobile phone has been assembled.

But the difference is that the one with the gas tank actually has a shelf.

This shelf is not an ordinary metal shelf. It holds the gas tank straight.

This shelf is slanted, and the gas tank is also slanted when placed on it.

There are also two wheels under the stand.

It looks like a cannon.

Ababa is indeed a little confused.

Su Ming sent some gas cans for what.

But look carefully, there are some special designs on the gas tank.

Abeba couldn't understand it anyway.

With the first benefit, as soon as the things were delivered, Ababa found someone to work overtime and assemble them according to the drawings sent by Su Ming.

This is what everyone sees in mobile phone lenses now.

Now it seems that this thing does look a bit like a mortar.

But I have to say that this thing is indeed a bit ugly.

But for Abeba, it doesn’t matter whether the thing is ugly or good-looking, a black cat or a white cat, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat.

The same goes for this thing. No matter how ugly it is, as long as it can kill people, it is a good weapon.

But does it really have any effect?

Ababa didn’t know, so he was ready to give it a try.

In order to ensure that everything was assembled smoothly, Ababa came to have a video call with Su Ming.

"Brother Su, what do you think?"

"Let's pretend it's okay!" Ababa moved from top to bottom, from left to right, allowing Su Ming to see clearly.

"I also mixed the contents according to the instructions." Ababa patted the gas tank.

Su Ming took a look and found that there was no problem with the assembly.

If there's nothing wrong with what's inside, then it should be fine.

But Su Ming still said: "Anyway, the gas tank I sent you is fine. As for the other things, I don't know."

This was not the first time he met Su Ming, so Abeba naturally understood the implication of Su Ming's words.

It should be fine.

"Okay, then I'll try our new equipment and see how it goes."

At this time, Ababa was even more nervous than Su Ming.

If this thing is really as powerful as Su Ming said in the manual.

It is no exaggeration to say that this thing can really change the situation of a war.

With everything ready, Ababa followed the operating instructions in the manual and pointed the gun mount at a hill a few kilometers away.

Then, in full view of everyone, the fuse was lit.

After lighting it, Ababa immediately hid in a trench dozens of meters away.

The audience in the live broadcast room was completely numb when they saw this scene!

"He really lit it. This thing can't really be a cannonball!"

"It's true or not, the gas tank was changed into a mortar bomb!"

"Fuck, didn't we agree that it was a work of art? Why did it become the real thing!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was not given much time to react.

"Bang!"

On a hill not far away, there was a loud explosion.

A cloud of dust was stirred up.

Although I don't know what's going on, just by listening to the sound, I know that this thing is quite powerful.

After a while, as the smoke dissipated, a small hill in the distance had already disappeared.

Without telling anyone, no one would know where there used to be a small hill of four to five meters.

Test site.

Ababa was stunned by this time.

The black men on the side were so wide-eyed that they almost fell down.

Is this really a gas tank?

In their opinion, the power is no less powerful than a normal mortar!

"God, did Mr. Su sell his soul to the devil? Otherwise, how could he create such a thing!"

"What good deeds have we done to deserve this kind of weapon?"

Ababa's men, who had never seen such a weapon, kept exclaiming.

Su Ming's non-explosion-proof gas tank exploded for the first time on the land of Heizhou.

And Su Ming's live broadcast room also exploded.

“Holy shit, shit, is this gas tank so powerful?”

"Nima, where is the gas tank here? This is simply a mortar!"

"If you make art, your art can blow up a small mountain!"

"Art is explosion. The ancients did not deceive me."

"This is art!"

"Su Ming, you also said you are not an arms dealer."

"..."

Abeba looked at the disappearing hills in the distance.

My mouth is open, the result is now in front of me.

The power of this thing is definitely comparable to that of a mortar.

The most important thing is that the price will definitely be cheaper than mortars.

Because the cannonballs are made of gas cans.

As for other things, he personally supervised the work of his subordinates.

The price is even ridiculously low.

At a very low cost, it does what a mortar can do.

I have to say, Su Ming is really awesome.

"Awesome, really awesome." If Ababa hadn't been able to speak Chinese very well, otherwise Ababa would have had to shout loudly to Su Ming for his awesomeness.

"Magician, you are such a magician."

"The power of a gas tank can be so powerful."

In Ababa's view, gas tanks can be converted into mortars.

This is not a magician, what is this?

"Brother Su, how did you do it? It's so simple and so precise?"

But soon Ababa realized that he shouldn't ask this question.

After all, this is their secret.

How could I possibly tell myself that.

But Abeba is still happy.

If only Su Ming could supply these gas tanks continuously.

Although it can't be said that there is no disadvantage on my side, it is even more powerful.

Maybe the war on their side can move towards peace more quickly.

Of course, Su Ming couldn't tell how he did it, not to mention that it was being broadcast live right now.

You still have to pay attention to everything you say and do.

To avoid being caught, go into the station and drink tea.

Su Ming immediately said:

"Ababa, what a hearty performance just now!"

"Thank you for your hospitality. Now let's talk about the price of our gas tanks!"

"Okay, okay. At this time, Ababa is more anxious than Su Ming.

Su Ming thought about it and found out that a gas stove costs about one hundred yuan, and the selling price is usually one hundred and fifty yuan.

Even after some modifications, including the tail wing and other parts, the cost will only be about 300 yuan.

But you must know that the gas tanks he made are comparable to mortars.

In the international market, mortar shells generally cost at least 700 to 800 yuan, which is about 5,000 yuan when converted into Chinese currency.

Su Ming decided to price this modified gas tank at 1,000 yuan.

The main thing is to make small profits but quick turnover. Get your own name first so that you won’t have to worry about no one buying your stuff in the future.

And even so, the profit is much higher than selling gas tanks.