111: There really are things to find in the desert.

Wu Xue watched Lu Fan's back disappear through the doorway.

She then lowered her head to look at the huge bank draft in her hand and the list of ferocious firepower, remaining silent for a long time.

This Lu Fan, his way of doing things was like an unpredictable hurricane.

After some thought, she picked up the internal encrypted phone: "Hello, headquarters?"

"First batch order confirmed, full payment received, at the highest retail price... yes, you heard correctly."

"Delivery location set in Pakistan, desert west of Karachi... okay, I understand."

"Prepare the transportation plan with the highest priority, deliver on time in seven days, understood."

Just as she was about to hang up, a low, earnest instruction came through the receiver: "Since he's particular, we can't be sloppy either."

"Xiao Xue, see what you can send her, you write the note, I'll sign it."

"Understood, Chief."

After hanging up, Wu Xue walked to the window, gazing at the bustling streets of Shanghai, a thought rising in her heart.

This client would likely bring more surprises in the future.

In Shanghai, inside a private room of an elegant foot massage parlor, soothing music flowed.

After a short nap of an hour, Lu Fan stretched lazily.

A man's happiness is just that simple: one masseuse, one session.

The door was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged woman walked in, looking weary but forcing herself to appear energetic. It was the pharmaceutical merchant Yu Fang.

"Mr. Lu, you were looking for me?" Yu Fang's voice carried a hint of barely noticeable nervousness and gratitude.

Just last month, her family's shop was on the brink of bankruptcy, saved by a timely pharmaceutical purchase order from Lu Fan.

"Boss Yu, have a seat." Lu Fan didn't open his eyes, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

He spoke in a calm tone: "Same as before, I need a batch of pharmaceuticals."

"penicillin, 10 tons; syringes, 300,000 units."

"Hemostatic Injection, 50,000 units."

"Epinephrine Hydrochloride Injection, 10,000 units."

"Lidocaine, 10,000 units."

"Sterile gauze, bandages, iodine, alcohol, 10,000 boxes each."

"For potent analgesics, Morphine-based ones are best, the more the better."

With each drug name and its staggering quantity announced, Yu Fang's body stiffened a bit more.

When she heard Morphine, she gasped sharply.

This was no ordinary purchase!

It was clearly supplies for a field hospital!

The sheer quantity and sensitive nature of the items far exceeded her imagination!

"Mr... Mr. Lu!"

Yu Fang's voice trembled, almost rising from her chair, "This... this much? And... Morphine too? This... this is too..."

"Any problems?" Lu Fan finally opened his eyes, his gaze calm yet carrying undeniable pressure.

Yu Fang looked at him, remembered the life-saving order from last month, gritted her teeth: "No... no problem! It's just... the quantity is too large, sourcing and procedures will take time..."

"Time is tight too, I can give you at most six days," Lu Fan interrupted her, picked up his phone and tapped a few times.

Then he turned the screen toward Yu Fang: "One million, advance payment. If you can manage it, I'll transfer immediately."

Yu Fang's eyes fixed on the clear numbers on the phone screen.

Her brother had passed away, and there were still her young nephew and niece to feed at home.

After a struggle, the need for money ultimately overcame everything. Yu Fang nodded heavily in agreement.

"Payment received: one ~~million~~ yuan."

The delightful notification sound echoed in the private room; the money had been transferred so casually!

She felt her breath stop, immense shock and unbelievable joy instantly overwhelming her.

Last month, Lu Fan helped clear her inventory; this time, he directly threw out a one million advance payment!

This move... was too astonishing!

"Remember, you only have six days."

"Mr. Lu! This... don't worry!" Yu Fang's voice choked with excitement, tears even welling in her eyes.

"I, Yu Fang, will risk my life to get the goods ready for you! Guaranteed quality! Guaranteed fastest speed!"

This huge advance payment not only secured this deal but also gave her unprecedented financial confidence and assurance.

Leaving the foot massage parlor, Lu Fan didn't linger in Shanghai, driving directly back to Hangzhou.

Currently, his real focus was preparing for the upcoming fourth crossing.

Five days later, the familiar formula, the familiar routine.

Lu Fan drove a small truck, starting his business trip under the watchful eyes of the company executives.

Along the way, eating barbecue, drinking cold cola, singing songs.

Arriving at the familiar spot, when storing the supplies into his space, Lu Fan noticed something unusual.

Logically, a full truckload of supplies should occupy about ten cubic meters.

But after storing them, the system showed this batch only took up six cubic meters.

It took him a while to figure out; this was a privilege of the Diamond Merchant Level.

"Space Measurement Optimized to Net Volume. Ignores item shape, only calculates the actual effective volume occupied by the items themselves."

This was getting better; now Mom won't have to worry about me wasting space.

The next day, after collecting the medical supplies prepared by Yu Fang in Shanghai, Lu Fan set off on his journey again.

Destination: Pakistan, Karachi.

Following the coordinates provided by Wu Xue, after landing, he bought a high-performance off-road vehicle.

Without stopping, he drove away from Karachi city, plunging into the vast, endless, sand-filled desert west of the city.

The scorching sun baked the earth, the air shimmering with heat.

If he weren't sure he wasn't in Myanmar, he'd think he'd been scammed.

Under the precise guidance of GPS,

he arrived at the designated uninhabited area at 24.8247° N, 66.9311° E at the agreed time.

There, the sight was breathtaking.

He'd only heard you could find weapons in the desert on your own, but this time he saw it with his own eyes.

On a temporarily leveled hard ground, six container trucks were neatly parked.

A Type 96 Tank in camouflage paint, like a silent tiger, quietly guarded the truck convoy.

The tank's hatch opened, and Wu Xue stepped down.

Dressed in neat camouflage, frog-eye sunglasses on her nose, a cap shielding her from wind, sand, and sun, she looked heroic and spirited.

Two heavily armed guards followed her.

"Mr. Lu, very punctual." Wu Xue walked forward, handing over an electronic signing pad.

"Please confirm the cargo list and sign the receipt documents. Identity verification code?"

Lu Fan handed over his phone, carefully checking the list on the electronic screen.

The requested supplies were all there, with a 'gifts' section listed at the bottom:

Type 67 Stick Grenades: 20,000 units

Individual Combat Rations: 1,000 boxes

These two as gifts, no problem.

But the last line of gifts made Lu Fan uneasy.

Type 96 Main Battle Tank, basic simplified export version: 1 unit (with basic ammunition load, simple maintenance manual)

What the hell is this!

Wu Xue seemed to notice his surprise, calmly explaining: "Mr. Lu is a premium client who paid in full."

"And settled at the new price, showing great sincerity and strength. Headquarters specially approved gifting one."

"More orders like this in the future, the more you buy, the more we'll gift."

Lu Fan instantly understood; this was Huaxing Heavy Industries' implicit investment and goodwill toward a lavish client like him.

But whether it's investment or goodwill, don't treat a tank as not a weapon.

What a wasteful woman~~

Giving away like this, no wonder the fourth aircraft carrier can't be launched.

That's what he thought, but what man can resist the temptation of a tank."