HUN Chapter 106: Chinese Manufacturing Shocks Stan

Five days later, at Dalton Highway, beside the Mile Marker 115 sign.

Lin Yu'an had already been waiting here for three days.

He was near the agreed-upon unloading point, having found a sheltered mountain hollow where he parked his F-450.

The truck served as his temporary residence. When hungry or thirsty, he would eat some food from his space storage.

He was like a patient cheetah in his territory, quietly waiting for his prey to arrive.

Finally, on the distant horizon, a massive red truck cab appeared like Optimus Prime, dragging that familiar natural-colored container, struggling slowly along the muddy road.

The experienced veteran driver, under Lin Yu'an's guidance, used the truck's built-in side-loading crane system to steadily place the container on the designated open ground.

He didn't even chat much with Lin Yu'an. After receiving the final payment transferred to his bank account, he immediately turned his truck around and hurried away.

Because during the "thaw season," every extra minute spent on the Dalton Highway meant an additional minute of danger of getting trapped.

Now, in the vast wilderness, only Lin Yu'an and his F-450 remained, along with the container filled with supplies.

And the XCMG XC760K inside the container was the first beast he was about to awaken.

Lin Yu'an took out his GoPro, mounted it on a nearby tree, aimed the lens at himself and the container, and began recording this historic moment.

He now needed a reliable ally, so he picked up the satellite phone and dialed the number he had already memorized.

"Stan, it's me, Lin."

Stan's characteristically concise voice came through the phone, "Kid, are you still in Fairbanks?"

Lin Yu'an looked at the container before him and said calmly, "No, I'm on the Dalton Highway, at Mile Marker 115. I need your help."

There was silence on the other end, as if digesting this information.

"What are you doing in that godforsaken place?"

"I've shipped all my belongings over, and now I need to move them in. I need someone to help me guard them. In this land, you're the only person I can think of."

Stan fell silent again, then slowly spoke, "Wait."

Just two words, then the phone hung up. Lin Yu'an knew Stan would definitely come.

He didn't just wait idly but prepared to open the container first.

"Alright, my container has arrived! The real challenge starts now!"

Lin Yu'an said this to the camera, then began taking action.

He first used massive hydraulic cutters to snap the lead seal brought from China with a "crack."

Then he used a wrench to remove the several door lock bolts that were thicker than an arm.

With the harsh metallic grinding sound of "creak," the heavy container doors were slowly pulled open.

He climbed directly into the container and sat in the driver's seat of the yellow XCMG XC760K.

Checking the fuel lines, ignition, accompanied by a deep and powerful engine roar, this domestically-made construction machinery was instantly awakened!

He skillfully operated the machine, slowly driving it out of the container.

Several hours later, a weathered old Chevrolet pickup truck drove from the muddy southern road and stopped beside Lin Yu'an's F-450.

Stan got out of the truck. He looked at Lin Yu'an, then at the massive container, and for the first time, his eyes showed genuine shock!

"WTF! You... you got a container all the way out here?"

Stan's voice was filled with disbelief. Having lived on this land for forty years, he knew deeply what kind of financial resources and luck were needed to accomplish such a feat during the "thaw season."

But his gaze was soon firmly captured by the yellow skid steer loader parked at the container entrance.

His shock instantly transformed into a complex expression mixing curiosity, scrutiny, and professional assessment.

If his earlier shock about the container came from understanding logistics difficulties, then his current shock at this machine was entirely from the instinct of a machinery enthusiast.

"This machine... was it also shipped in the container?"

Stan strode forward and walked around the XCMG XC760K in a complete circle.

He didn't just look for show like ordinary people, but observed every detail carefully like an experienced old mechanic.

He extended his deerskin-gloved hand and knocked hard on the heavy steel bucket, listening to the dull, powerful "clang clang" sounds to judge the thickness and quality of the steel.

Then his gaze fell on the thick hydraulic lines connecting the boom. The lines were neatly arranged, the joints clean and precise, well-protected by grease without any trace of oil leakage.

He even crouched down to carefully examine the track construction and drive wheel gears, making appreciative sounds.

"XCMG..."

Stan read out the brand logo on the arm that was completely foreign to him.

Then he looked up at Lin Yu'an with questioning eyes, "What brand is this? I've never seen it in Alaska."

"It looks very solid, not like those small toys for family farms, but serious construction equipment."

"XCMG, from China. It will be my main production tool," Lin Yu'an answered calmly.

"Chinese-made?" Stan's interest grew even stronger.

Stan's gaze followed the simple dirt road leading to Plot A, which had already started to turn muddy, and he shook his head, "Lin, I have to say you're really crazy! It's still five kilometers from here to your land. Are you planning to use this loader to transport your supplies?"

"Although this machine has tracks, in this kind of mud, once it gets stuck, it's more troublesome than wheeled vehicles."

"You'd better do it at dawn, when the temperature is lowest and the snow is barely still firm, slowly drive it to your camp, but you still must be careful! Then it depends on your luck!"

Lin Yu'an's face showed a slight smile, "I understand, Stan. Thank you for the advice."

He turned toward the container and said to Stan, "But it's only responsible for loading and unloading. For transportation, I rely on my 'war horse.'"

Lin Yu'an operated the XCMG XC760K and, with Stan's help, switched to the forklift attachment.

Then he carefully drove it to precisely fork out the dead-weight "Warm Winter S-200" heater and the two large iron stoves, both packed in wooden crates, and steadily placed them aside.

Only then did he walk into the container and, under Stan's curious gaze, push out the red "Zongshen Beast."

What did he see? A motorcycle front end, but with a huge pickup truck bed behind it, along with two wide all-terrain tires!

He had never seen this kind of motorcycle!

Lin Yu'an carefully inspected the vehicle, added engine oil, filled it with gasoline, and when he kicked down the starter lever.

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug-chug-chug!"

The GB1000 engine roared in the container with a deep, heart-shaking rumble like a Harley motorcycle!

Listening to this only sound full of life in the dead wilderness, Lin Yu'an felt even more passionate!

This oddly-shaped three-wheeled motorcycle had already made Stan extraordinarily curious.

When this red monster was started, the deafening roar instantly made this American old man's pupils contract again! And he showed an excited expression.

After Lin Yu'an turned off the custom Zongshen three-wheeler, Stan immediately walked over.

"This is..." Stan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Lin Yu'an jumped down from the vehicle, patted the solid truck bed, and introduced it to the already dumbfounded Stan:

"Zongshen, a three-wheeled motorcycle from China."

Lin Yu'an's tone was calm and confident, "This vehicle was specially customized by me because it's completely different from automobile design philosophy."

"The fundamental reason four-wheeled cars get stuck is ground pressure."

"A three-ton F-450 has its pressure distributed among four tires, but in this kind of mud, its pressure might be enough to make it sink anyway."

"But this vehicle is different! This vehicle weighs less than half a ton but has three ATV-specific low-pressure tires."

"It has high-low auxiliary gearbox, differential locks, and three huge all-terrain tires."

"It can be considered a more flexible all-terrain vehicle! But its carrying capacity is no less than an ATV, and it's more agile!"

Stan listened to Lin Yu'an's explanation, his expression gradually changing from initial shock to technical scrutiny and contemplation.

Lin Yu'an continued, "It has a 999cc V-twin engine. I had the manufacturer sacrifice all high-speed performance and tune its low-speed torque to an abnormal level, over 70 Newton-meters of peak torque at 2500 RPM."

"Engaged in low gear, the torque can be amplified several times more. It can move forward slowly but with tremendous power like an old ox."

"Once one wheel starts slipping, lock the differential, and the two rear wheels will be rigidly connected, forcing power distribution to the wheel that still has traction!"

"Ensuring it will never completely lose power because of one wheel slipping!"

"So, extremely low ground pressure, abnormal low-speed high torque, and differential locks allow it to climb out even if it gets stuck. It was born to conquer this kind of bad road!"

"I plan to use it to transport everything in this iron box to the camp bit by bit, like 'ants moving house.'"

Stan looked at Lin Yu'an, then at the roaring red beast, his curious expression slowly fading, replaced by appreciation and fervent light in his eyes.

"Lin, let me take a spin on this little pepper!"

For the next ten minutes, Stan had a blast, like a child who had gotten a new toy.

After taking one final lap and stopping, he grinned, showing a rare smile, "Lin! Fantastic! I want to buy one myself! How much does it cost?"

"Mine is a custom version, about $20,000. They also have a 300cc version that converts to about $3,000."

"Three thousand dollars?"

This price shocked Stan once again!

In his view, such a high-performance special vehicle should cost at least $15,000.

This price gave him a completely new, revolutionary understanding of the distant "Made in China."

"Lin, if possible, help me custom order one from China. Its usefulness is definitely greater than you imagine!"

"No problem, Stan. I'll help you contact them for purchase after I finish my work."

Stan patted Lin Yu'an's shoulder heavily.

"Lin, these products from China might really bring some different changes to this land."

"You do your work. I'll watch over these things and your big Ford! Even if a bear passes by, it won't be able to touch them!"

With Stan as the most reliable backup, Lin Yu'an had no more worries.

An "ant moving house" race against time officially began.

He used the XCMG XC760K to move heavy items from the container to the open ground, then transported them in batches with the three-wheeler.

Lin Yu'an drove the red three-wheeler, its huge all-terrain tires throwing mud everywhere, forcibly crushing over the slippery dirt road, rushing toward the camp five kilometers away!

On the first day, before dark, Lin Yu'an couldn't remember how many trips he had made, but he successfully transported more than half of the supplies to the camp.

Actually, he also had a labor-saving method. Halfway through, he would secretly put all supplies into his space, speed ahead with an empty vehicle, then unload them onto the three-wheeler at the camp for performance recording.

Fortunately, the wind wasn't too strong today, and he was wearing Arc'teryx's three-in-one shell and down jacket, so he couldn't feel the cold at all.

When he drove the three-wheeler back to the temporary camp by the highway, he was still somewhat tired.

As night fell, the temperature in the wilderness plummeted below zero.

Lin Yu'an and Stan built a campfire. The flames dispelled the cold and brought warmth.

He took two detachable down sleeping bags from his F-450 and handed one to Stan.

Stan didn't refuse, then he looked at what Lin Yu'an took out with curiosity again.

It was a square box with Chinese characters he couldn't read and a picture that looked like food.

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