Feng Jun felt that he had planned things well, and Yang Yuxin also thought his calculations were sound.
To the two of them, finding freight yards capable of holding six hundred million tons of iron ore had seemed difficult. But in truth, it was no issue at all—Xia Nation's "vast land and abundant resources" was no empty phrase.
Not to mention anything else, the freight yards at several major ports alone covered astonishing areas. As for the large inland transit hubs, their cargo storage capacity was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
In a single night, Feng Jun had transported six hundred million tons of iron ore. More than two hundred million tons of it had been placed in the freight yards of two obscure little railway stations—stations where even the old green trains might not stop.
Those stations were not far from the main line. Once the cargo reached the main line, a proper locomotive could haul it away at speed. It might not be particularly fast, but each trip could pull forty or fifty railcars. At three hundred tons per car, fifty cars meant fifteen thousand tons.
Twenty such runs a day meant three hundred thousand tons. In a hundred days, that was thirty million tons—and that was only in one direction.
What if there were two directions? How many tons would that amount to in a year?
Of course, those were only numbers. The main point was that there were many stations like that.
As a humanities monk, Feng Jun was experiencing the power of a strong industrial system firsthand for the first time. Our country's transport capacity is really formidable.
Of course, no matter how formidable the transport capacity was, it still could not compare to his Storage Pouch, so he did not dwell on it.