The Family Factory

Captain America, Steve Rogers, had been very weak before taking the serum. The existence of the Super Soldier Serum had fundamentally transformed his physical abilities. If the Huaqiangbei System could produce the Super Soldier Serum, then Chen Mu could strengthen his own body as well!

"Not only that, I can also build a 'Cap Corps'!"

No, in China, he shouldn't be called Captain America. He should be called China Captain!

Hmm, following China's naming conventions, it needed a "Great" to highlight how special it was.

Take Guo Jing, Great Hero Guo, or Yang Guo, Condor Hero—adding a "Great" made it much more imposing.

So, in China, Iron Man shouldn't be called Iron Man. He should be called Great Hero Iron. And China Captain couldn't be called China Captain either; he should be called China "Great" Captain!

Casting those random thoughts aside, Chen Mu quietly sipped his tea while his right hand recovered. He watched the progress bar in Huaqiangbei Space, and an hour later, the M4 Rifle optimization was finally complete.

"The appearance can be modified without affecting its performance. Changing the exterior will also eliminate any trouble over 'copying.'"

Another optimization screen appeared. As Chen Mu looked through the various specifications, he gained a clearer understanding of the optimized M4 Rifle.

"The range and rate of fire have both improved significantly, and its stability has also increased dramatically. Even the bullet specifications have changed. With a few modifications to the appearance, and a few more adjustments, this will clearly be an entirely new firearm!"

The gun's detailed technical specifications could be fully exported. It was not something only Chen Mu's Huaqiangbei production line could manufacture. As long as he handed the plans to any arms factory, they could produce this firearm!

The modified M4 was considerably more powerful than the original M4!

This obviously isn't a place to test-fire it. I could try it somewhere deserted.

Chen Mu looked around with some regret. His warehouse already contained two guns: an AK and a SCAR. An improved M4 was also currently being produced.

But clearly, this was not a suitable place for him to test the guns himself. Not only were there surveillance cameras everywhere, but he had no way to explain where his guns had come from.

"Sigh, America is still better in that regard. Having one extra gun there probably wouldn't attract much attention..."

Of course, that was only something to say casually. Because of the widespread availability of guns, America had suffered no shortage of incidents. When it came to public safety, America could never compare to China.

All right, it was time to leave.

Too bad he didn't have any throwing weapons, like grenades...

Still, Chen Mu had gained quite a lot from this trip. He had acquired the complete blueprints for more than ten guns. As long as he spent time optimizing and modifying them, he could practically open a firearms company and manufacture all kinds of new weapons.

Of course, that idea could never work in China. Private ownership of an arms conglomerate was clearly impossible in China...

Wait. If private ownership wouldn't work, then what about the state...

If he started a company and handed over part of its shares—even a large portion of them—to the state, perhaps it might be possible?

With that thought in mind, Chen Mu could not help but ponder it.

His goal was not to make a profit, so it was not impossible to hand the company over to the state.

"I could even hand it over entirely, or directly help the state establish this arms factory!"

After all, the products his arms factory would make in the future were intended for China's soldiers. Helping them manufacture and supply the products themselves would not be a bad thing.

Whether it was Iron Armor or the Super Soldier Serum, he had no intention of selling them to anyone else. Naturally, there was no problem with helping the military establish production facilities.

Chen Mu's purpose was very simple: to achieve China's great rejuvenation. Handing the arms factory over to the state—or rather, helping the military establish one—would not cause Chen Mu any loss at all. Why not?

"But how am I supposed to establish this arms factory? Or rather, why would the military trust me enough to let me help them establish one?"

"Eh, it's not like there's no way. First, I need to package myself up. For example, China's Tony Stark?"

With a title like that, the military would come looking for him on their own!

"But as things stand now, none of this is possible yet..."

Thinking back, the Chen Mu of this world could be described as utterly useless without exaggeration. He had even paid his way into university, so where would he have gained any real skills?

And in his previous life, he had studied economics, which was of no help whatsoever to his current situation.

Chen Mu simply shook his head and stopped thinking about such matters as he headed toward the parking lot.

The swelling in his hand had subsided, and it was almost healed, so Chen Mu naturally needed to head home.

After leaving the shooting range, Chen Mu checked the sky. Seeing that it was still early, he drove directly to his family's factory.

He wanted to see what kind of production capacity the family factory had and what it could manufacture.

After another hour of driving, Chen Mu arrived at his family's factory. It was a small plant located in the city's industrial district, mainly manufacturing small electronic devices and electronic toys for other companies.

Of course, to Chen Mu, it was still extremely useful. He could use it as a foundation and gradually expand it, allowing his family's factory to slowly produce better equipment.

Iron Man had not yet appeared, and there was no need for him to agonize over Super Hero matters. Rather than worry about that, he might as well think about how to make his family's factory earn more money!

With that in mind, Chen Mu quickly arrived at his father's office.

"Eh? Xiao Mu, you're awake!"

His father had been busy with his work. When he saw Chen Mu walk in, he immediately asked with concern.

It would have been one thing if his foolish son had merely been idle all day, but he was far too kind-hearted. Look at what had happened this time: upon seeing someone fall into the water, he had rushed in to save them without even thinking.

The result was that he had forgotten he could not swim. After jumping into the water, he had only made things worse.

Fortunately, there were plenty of people in the country willing to do righteous deeds. Both the drowning person and Chen Mu had quickly been rescued.

"Dad."

Looking at his father, Chen Mu was overwhelmed with complicated emotions.

In his previous life, his parents had been simple farmers. Later, because Chen Mu had fallen into debt, his father had dragged his aging body to work at construction sites in secret, hoping to help Chen Mu shoulder the burden. He later died in an accident, filling Chen Mu with guilt. His mother, too, soon passed away in grief.