Chapter Eleven: Old Hu's Red Eyes

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  Sometimes the greatest benefit of being an outsider is that although you may encounter many difficulties, ultimately perhaps due to ignorance is bliss, you will also ignore many difficulties.

  However, at the moment, Sima is being overwhelmed by the things in front of him and can't catch his breath. At night when he's on duty, he still has to go for a walk in the space of 1915, which takes up several hours. During the day, after resting for half a day, the remaining few hours are basically spent rushing around like a wound-up spring, sometimes Sima is so tired that he even wants to give up his grand goal.

  Simma looked at the idle pedestrians on the street and couldn't help but sigh that he was once one of them. As long as he finished work, the rest of his time was his own, just like now, sleeping less than a dog and working more than an ox. Simma himself couldn't even count how many people's work he was doing alone.

  Anyway, one person has to take care of everything, although it's relatively safe, but being so tired all the time is not a long-term solution. Sometimes, Sima even thinks about starting his own company and hiring some employees to help him with work.

  But can that still be kept secret? Will those staff members have doubts about the work they are doing? These are things that Sima cannot help but consider.

  "My god! I just wanted to build a warehouse and add a factory. Why does building a factory require so many things."

  Simar looked at the shopping list that was getting longer and longer every day, feeling like his scalp was going to go numb. In order to save as much cost as possible while narrowing down the scope, Simar even gave up on the mixer and directly used manpower to mix cement, sand, and gravel together. After all, building that simple house wasn't about constructing some kind of reinforced concrete structure.

  "Awesome! And there's this diesel generator."

  Before this, Sima had never heard of a diesel generator set. Without it, Sima thought that building a factory would be impossible because when welding steel frames, a lot of electricity is needed for electric welding. Later, after the factory was built, lighting and mechanical operations all required electricity.

  In 1915, there were no power plants outside that could supply electricity to Sima's factory. Without electricity, everything was a fantasy, and it was impossible to build a power plant in 1915, so they had to rely on this diesel generator set. Fortunately, one of these 2000 kW generators only cost tens of thousands of GMB, which was still affordable for Sima.

  The steel structure welding and screwing of the simple factory building requires electric welding machines, cutting machines, drilling machines, and small hoists for lifting steel beams. Not only that, but also engineering equipment, whether it's mixing cement or later factory production and workers' living quarters, all require water, without which nothing can be done.

  And nearby, there is a natural river with a depth of only about half a meter, which cannot meet the requirements. So, it is still necessary to drill wells in that area. However, this well obviously cannot be drilled as easily as in 2010 when you could just call a drilling team and they would drill several wells in one day. To drill a well, you probably need to buy a drilling machine first.

  What's even more terrifying is that Sima needs to learn how to operate these devices in order to use them in the space of 1915! Fortunately, whether it's an electric welding machine, a cutting machine, or a drilling machine, most of these devices do not require any professional technical training. Even just being taught by the seller once during the purchase and then given an operation manual is enough.

  It dawned on Sima that if he wanted to build such a factory and warehouse outside the city walls in 1915, it wouldn't be as simple as just building a factory. He would have to first establish a construction team in that time and space, and then set up a small town.

  Simma felt that at the moment he was like riding a tiger and couldn't get off, there was no way to stop everything in front of him. In Simma's view, buying these raw materials and equipment was also an urgent task at the moment. After all, Simma didn't go to predict the future, the most urgent thing now was to protect the export of 1915.

  If someone in that space discovers the anomaly at that time, it's likely... Although the anomaly point is not as dazzling as the one in the warehouse where I work, it can't be ruled out that it might be discovered. The best solution is to put the anomaly point in a warehouse like now, so as to avoid being discovered as much as possible.

  In the past few days, Sima spent more money than he had in his entire life of over twenty years. A large amount of cash turned into purchase orders, metal components, and all sorts of materials. As Sima watched the money flow out of his hands like water, he felt a dreamlike feeling that was hard to put into words.

  Three months ago, Sima never thought that in this life, apart from buying a house and a car, there would be times when tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of dollars would be spent like flowing water. This feeling of spending money actually brought up a kind of inexplicable pleasure in Sima's heart. Sima finally understood why many nouveau riche people liked to throw money around - this feeling was really cool.

  A truck stopped at the entrance of the warehouse district, a business employee of the generator sales company opened the door and jumped down, flipped open the order, and dialed the phone number directly.

  "Director Sima! The two Shanxi-brand 800-820-3526 diesel generator sets you ordered have been delivered to the address on the order form. Our company's truck is now at the warehouse, please take a look and decide where to unload these two generators."

  "Uh-huh! You guys take the list to Warehouse Manager Hu, let him open the big door and then drive the car to the entrance of Warehouse No. 3, I'll go over there to open the door for you."

  Simar put down the binoculars in his hand. He was now monitoring the passing vehicles from the second floor window of a two-story residential building opposite the warehouse, just tens of meters away from the warehouse gate. Through the military binoculars, he could clearly see that there were several oil stains on the chest of the business personnel.

  Because Sima himself is on night shift, and the "time-space anomaly point" only opens at midnight 12 o'clock. During the day, there's no need to worry about this "time-space anomaly point" being discovered by people. Moreover, a few days ago, he rented warehouse No. 3.

  Simar used wooden boards with steel bars to block all the windows of warehouse No. 3, now unless you enter from the main gate, you can only break in through the window or wall. Normally, the door of warehouse No. 3 is tightly locked, and it will be locked all the time unless someone comes to deliver goods. Simar even rented a two-story civilian house next to the warehouse for convenience. Just standing on the balcony can see the main gate of warehouse No. 3.

  "Simmer down! Your friend has been hauling all sorts of goods to the warehouse these past few days, what kind of business is your friend in?"

  As soon as he arrived at the warehouse gate, Sima met Old Hu, the day shift administrator of the warehouse, who asked him a question upon seeing him.

  "Haha! He just does some small business, which is perfect for me since I live and work nearby. He wants to make things convenient, so he gave me the warehouse key. When others deliver goods, I help him open the door, saving him a lot of trouble. After all, it's not close from the city center to here."

  Simma smiled and chatted with Old Hu, who was a bit older and liked to ask about things, making Simma feel like he should be more tired than anything else.

  "You're quite close with this friend of yours! He's given you the keys to such a large warehouse, which can be filled with goods, and he's not even worried that one day you'll get greedy."

  Lao Hu looked at Sima and smiled casually, saying a sentence.

  "That's right, I and that guy have been friends since childhood, wearing open-crotch pants and playing in the mud together. What kind of person I am, he knows better than anyone. Isn't this just for convenience? You watch me until I finish unloading the goods at the warehouse door, then we can continue chatting."

  Simma walked towards the warehouse while instructing.

  "This young man thinks he can deceive me with his little thoughts. If there's no benefit, you'll be running over here every day."

  Old Hu glanced at Sima's back and said, "Having managed the warehouse for decades, Old Hu naturally knew the tricks of the trade. Usually, when unloading general cargo, those bosses who rent warehouses wouldn't personally come to open the door; they would just hand over the keys to a trusted warehouse administrator and let him receive it on their behalf. A simple phone call would suffice, as long as he was careful with the inventory."

  Like this, watching a warehouse for a month, the boss should at least give him several hundred yuan. In the past, these jobs were all Old Hu's own work. This way, Old Hu has an extra income of over a thousand yuan per month.

  Lao Hu never thought that the young night watchman would not know how to take over his job, although the No. 3 warehouse had been idle for half a year, but thinking that the income that originally belonged to him was now someone else's, Lao Hu felt uncomfortable in his heart, and it also made Sima feel uncomfortable.

  "Right! This one is over there, and that one is over here!"

  After verifying the goods and confirming that they were indeed the two generator sets he had ordered, Sima stood in the warehouse directing the forklift driver who was unloading the generators to place them in their correct positions.

  The so-called correct position is just a place where the "time-space anomaly point" does not appear, and then use a forklift to transport the generator there when needed later.

  "Steel profiles, electric welding machines, cutting machines, drilling machines, electric drills..."

  Simar stood in the warehouse, carefully checking off the various equipment and supplies piled up like mountains. In one corner of the warehouse, nearly 10,000 sheets of asbestos tiles were stacked, Simar had almost forgotten how many he still needed; this kind of square meter of asbestos was used as raw material for building warehouses, factory walls and roofs.

  The greatest advantage of building such simple factory buildings and warehouses is that they do not require a foundation, only need to dig a pit of several tens of centimeters deep, put the steel beam in, pour cement, and weld the riveted asbestos tile structure.

  Although the lifespan of this kind of factory building is short, it has the advantage of fast construction speed and almost no technical requirements. Even farmers who know nothing can quickly master the construction technology, and those angle steels and H-beams are customized according to specifications, only need to be constructed directly on site.

  Simma understood that although these materials were fully prepared, they were obviously not suitable for building a large warehouse at the space-time anomaly point in 1915. The factory built with these materials would be difficult to meet Simma's requirements of being strong and durable.

  Although the asbestos tile wall has no problem with wind and rain, it can be smashed open with a big hole as soon as it is hit with a hammer. At that time, what's the point of keeping secrets? If you want to keep secrets, you may need a brick-concrete warehouse, and also build a large circle of brick-concrete wall around the warehouse.

  But building a large brick-concrete warehouse in such a wilderness is obviously extremely difficult, not to mention the source of bricks alone is a big problem, the number of bricks needed for a large brick-concrete warehouse covering several thousand square meters

  Even if Sima didn't understand architecture, he knew that the number was astronomical. It's a fantasy to think of buying bricks from a nearby brick factory in Kong Family Village. Even the walls of the Kong family were half grey brick and half earth structure. From this, we can infer the production capacity and price of bricks at that time. And it's unrealistic to transport bricks by truck nowadays.