Red Nation Warlord: No Money, But Want a Nuclear Bomb?

In 1991, Jiang Cheng graduated and returned home to find the place piled high with expired instant noodles.

His father said, “The grain bureau is short 200,000 yuan. The factory took noodles in lieu of payment.”

Jiang Cheng said nothing. He turned around, signed an order, and headed straight for the food factory's warehouse.

The instructor tried to talk him out of it. “They're all close to their expiration date. Don't do anything stupid.”

Jiang Cheng smiled. “I'll take them all. Load them up tomorrow.”

He hauled a train car full of expired noodles to the border. The Hongguo military commander demanded a 40 percent transit fee, so Jiang Cheng turned and left.

Three days later, he appeared at a Kosimo military camp and made a bowl of noodles in front of the tank division commander.

“Five minutes,” he said. “If that's not enough, you can send me packing.”

The moment the aroma wafted through the air, the entire command center fell silent.

After finishing his bowl, the commander slapped the table. “Three million packs. I'll take them all. If I don't have enough money, I'll pay you in tanks!”

Jiang Cheng said nothing. He lowered his head and glanced at the order form. It still read “close to expiration.”

A month later, the Dragon Kingdom's army drove its first T-80 main battle tanks into service.

An academician from the capital asked him, eyes red, “How did you get your hands on those things?”

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment. “I traded expired instant noodles for them.”