Chapter 17 - 17 The Warehouse: A Vision in Motion

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Chapter 17: Chapter 17 The Warehouse: A Vision in Motion The general flinched, his fingers twitching as if grasping for a weapon unseen. The young boy before him had just voiced what even the seasoned Major General Robert dared not—a truth so stark it could split the very fabric of decorum. Robert, a man steeped in corruption and layered in the armor of rank, had long perfected the art of subtle insinuation. His plans were always woven with half-spoken words and veiled threats, carefully calibrated to exploit every ounce of leverage. But this boy—this mere child—had shattered the delicate dance with the audacity of a hurricane.@@@@ It was as if the unspoken rules of negotiation were torn apart, laid bare under the boy's unwavering gaze. "Quality issues will end this contract in an instant," Robert finally declared, his voice a practiced blend of indifference and disdain. Yet the gleam in his beady eyes betrayed his true thoughts—calculation, ambition, and, most of all, greed. "If you can't undercut the current suppliers, there's no need for a new agreement." The boy's smirk widened, his youthful face a mask of unsettling confidence. "Major General Robert, I've said it before, and I'll say it again—your only priority should be the interests of Britain. Isn't that the soldier's creed? There's no need for you to burden yourself with the plight of local merchants. After all, aren't they the leeches you so despise? Parasites fattening on the honorable British Army? It's only right that such vermin be purged." The words hung in the air, a venomous echo that seeped into the general's mind. For a moment, his composure wavered, his mouth tightening into a thin line. Yet, within the storm of his thoughts, a flicker of agreement took root. 'Why let these colonial upstarts leech off us?' the general mused, his gaze sharpening. 'If this boy can truly deliver cheaper goods, then I'll pocket the difference and report it as a minor efficiency improvement to the Crown. The empire wins. I win. The boy... well, we'll see.' The room seemed to hold its breath as the general's decision crystallized. "Understood," Robert finally said, his voice laced with warning. "But mark my words: any deviation from your promises will result in the contract's immediate termination, and you'll be penalized heavily. Betray the British Army, and history will ensure your name is remembered for all the wrong reasons." With a sharp pivot, he stormed out of the room, his boots striking the floor like the final toll of a bell. As the door slammed shut, the room's remaining occupants—seasoned officers and bureaucrats—exchanged uneasy glances. They had witnessed countless negotiations, battles of wits between powerful men. But this? A child locking horns with a general and walking away with the upper hand? It was unheard of. By the end of two months, the impossible became reality. The boy's gaze lingered on the assembled officers, his voice steady yet commanding. "Gentlemen, what we're discussing here isn't just a deal—it's a revolution. Efficiency, innovation, progress—these are the tools of the future. Together, we will build something greater than ourselves. But only if you dare to seize this moment." Delivery Day The convoy rolled into Zaidong Fortress under the cover of dawn, laden with 38 types of goods totaling over 8,000 units. Soldiers stared in disbelief as crate after crate was unloaded. "Is this some kind of miracle?" one officer muttered, running his hands over the pristine uniforms. The general's eyes narrowed as he inspected the goods. His mind raced with calculations—quality, quantity, cost. Every metric pointed to the same conclusion: the boy had delivered. When the payment arrived—9,450 pounds, after deductions—the boy barely blinked. To him, it was just a stepping stone. "This is only the beginning," he whispered to himself. As the story spread, the legend of the boy began to take shape. They called him "Amazing Fang Ming," a name destined to echo not just in Hong Kong, but across the empire. It was the dawn of a new era.

Chapter 17 - 17 The Warehouse: A Vision in Motion

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