35: Buried ideals!

“Sorry, I refuse.”

Li Mubai stated righteously and unceremoniously.

What a joke, how could he possibly sell the Steel Factory?

First, let's not even talk about whether the other party could offer a high price.

Even if they offered a small fortune, what then?

His Steel Factory wasn't just for steelmaking.

Once he completed the initial accumulation of capital and had enough exchange points,

the things this Steel Factory would produce would be beyond monetary measure.

Could these technologies, which foreign countries were choking them on, be bought with money?

They wouldn't sell them to him at all!

This involved national interests.

Just like fighter jet engine technology, even if you offered billions, would they sell it to you?

Absolutely not!

What country would be foolish enough to sell its core technology?

Even outdated core technology would not be sold externally.

Such things could only be developed independently.

Or,

by purchasing outdated fighter jets from abroad, disassembling their engines, carefully observing and analyzing their principles, thoroughly understanding them, and then, on that basis, manufacturing their own engines.

Diligently learning has always been an excellent virtue of Rabbit Country.

If it weren't for this,

Rabbit Country would not have been able to establish itself and develop steadily on the international stage, surrounded by enemies.

However,

even so,

currently, in terms of military industry, the country is still in a backward state compared to other countries in the world.

Especially in some heavy weapons, it is even more unsatisfactory.

The gap here

cannot be bridged in just ten or twenty years.

To catch up with the developed countries, it requires the unremitting efforts and dedication of several generations.

Thus, it is evident

how important the Steel Factory is.

Its existence can greatly shorten the time Rabbit Country needs to catch up with countries like Eagle Country.

What used to take twenty or thirty years to achieve can now be done in just one or two years, or even a few months.

This is the significance of the Steel Factory's existence!

How could such an important Steel Factory be sold to others?

“Mr. Li, don't be so quick to refuse. Won't you even look at the price offered?”

On the sofa, Wei Rong spoke unhurriedly, a victorious smile on his face, as if everything was within his grasp.

He wasn't at all worried that Li Mubai would refuse him.

Dingsheng Group, as one of the top enterprises in the city, had backing far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

To date,

not a single small enterprise or company that their group had set its sights on had escaped their grasp.

Once,

some people had refused them.

But later, these people all obediently accepted their company's acquisition.

The reasons for this, of course, were not to be divulged to outsiders!

“No need to look, I won't agree.”

Li Mubai closed the contract.

He didn't even pay attention to what price was offered in the contract, nor did he care to look.

No matter how much money was offered, he wouldn't agree.

“Mr. Li, don't you want to know how much Dingsheng is offering?”

Wei Rong asked with a smile.

“How much?”

Li Mubai sneered.

What price could the other party offer?

Three million at most, that was already the limit; anything more would be more loss than gain.

Wei Rong extended one hand, spreading his five fingers.

His eyes were full of confidence:

“Five million! How about it? Can Mr. Li consider selling the Steel Factory to us?”

A hint of surprise flashed through Li Mubai's mind.

Five million was indeed a lot.

Excluding the high-strength synthetic steel currently being manufactured in the factory, the entire factory area was not even worth two million.

Why would the other party use so much money to buy a small Steel Factory?

This question flashed through his mind and quickly vanished.

This was not something he needed to worry about.

Five million was indeed a considerable sum, enough to build two Guo Li Steel Factories.

But… so what?

If he didn't have the system, he might have unhesitatingly sold the Steel Factory.

But now?

He had a higher pursuit!

He wasn't a big shot, nor did he have any grand ambitions in the past.

Or rather…

As an ordinary person, he could only bury that patriotic heart, that grand ambition, deep within him.

He once fantasized about using his hands and wisdom to make the country prosperous and strong, and its people safe and healthy.

To prevent them from being shattered by powerful nations and forced to swallow their grievances, enduring such humiliation.

Too many injustices weighed on his heart.

Land-based artillery on ships.

Nuclear explosion cavalry.

Bombing of the Southern Alliance.

Standoff in the South China Sea.

Chip blockade.

Economic sanctions.

…

Every single event made the people gnash their teeth, yet feel helpless.

As a citizen, Li Mubai felt the same.

He had been angry, indignant; every time he saw these news reports on TV, he would grit his teeth, only to feel secretly saddened afterward.

But indignation was useless; what was more important was to recognize this and strive for self-improvement.

The disparity in strength between the two sides was evident, like an insurmountable chasm, filling people with an endless sense of powerlessness.

Humiliation, never had there been such humiliation!

But as an ordinary person, all he could do was cheer for his homeland in his heart, and that was all.

But…

Now it was different.

Li Mubai had come to this world and obtained the military industry system; he wanted to… do something.

This was not a sudden impulse.

There were some things he had long wanted to do, a long-cherished desire from that period.

These past grievances, and those yet to come.

He would rewrite them!

The future of the homeland would surely soar like a giant dragon in the sky, breaking free from all constraints, firmly standing in the East of the world, gazing upon the earth, protecting the nation and its land!

The future people would surely embody that saying… everyone like a dragon!

And all of this

would begin from this small Steel Factory…

Li Mubai's eyes were calm, and he remained silent.

The meaning expressed by this attitude was clearly imminent.

“Mr. Li, are you not satisfied with this price?”

“As far as I know,”

“your Steel Factory doesn't make any money at all; in fact, it has lost quite a bit.”

“It is already benevolent of Dingsheng to offer this price. Do not be greedy. Knowing when to stop is the way to secure yourself.”

In Wei Rong's opinion,

Li Mubai's silence was merely a posture to gain more benefits.

However, five million was already Dingsheng's limit.

For this small Steel Factory, it was impossible to invest more.

Li Mubai chuckled lightly:

“I am not being greedy. Money is not the most important thing to me.”

“The reason I'm not selling naturally has my considerations.”

“General Manager Wei, if there is nothing else, then I must excuse myself.”

The meaning of his words was very clear.

See them out!

“Li Mubai, who do you think you are, daring to speak to General Manager Wei like that?!”

“Even the County leaders don't dare to speak presumptuously in front of General Manager Wei. Your behavior is completely courting death!”

…

Old Zhao's reprimand suddenly rang out.

As the saying goes:

A dog barks because of its master's might, nothing more.

However,

just as he was about to utter a threat, he was interrupted by a cold glance from Wei Rong:

“Since Mr. Li is so persistent, I won't say anything more.”

“I will take my leave.”

With that,

Wei Rong stood up first, followed closely by Old Zhao. The two walked out of the lounge one after another and headed out of the factory.