“Read the prayer!”
Abir, acting as master of ceremonies, shouted loudly.
After countless twists and turns, nearly two months had passed before the first shipment of 200,000 yards was finally ready to leave.
Once Omer’s order was completed, the remaining orders could be shipped at a more relaxed pace.
Even if it was superstition, we prepared the shipping ceremony with sincerity.
Exporting our first shipment to Egypt felt like conquering a mountain.
It deserved to be celebrated.
At least for one day.
“On the occasion of Nayara Corporation’ first shipment, we have prepared fine food and clear liquor with utmost sincerity for our employees. May God always bless Nayara Corporation , that built upon the sweat and blood of many people, so that everything it undertakes may bear abundant fruit.”
Old Man, the eldest person present, read the congratulations prayer.
Abir had bought an excellent liquor.
As always, anything entrusted to him got done properly.
“May Nayara Corporation soar high.”
“May Nayara Corporation soar high, and may Pioneer Rayon rise with it.”
“Hahahaha!”
After Raj,Nayara employees and even nearby merchants took turns bowing.
“Offerings to the trucks as well!”
“May they arrive safely.”
Following Abir’s instructions, I tied the truck bumper with a chilli and lemon, sprinkled ganga water over each wheel, and bowed before the hood.
“Everyone, help push the lorries!”
“Travel safely!”
“Cross the sea without trouble!”
The employees and I pushed the trucks together.
Everyone is exhausted, but nobody cared.
“WAAAAAAH!”
Cheers erupted as the lorries rolled out of the factory gates.
The sight of multiple lorry 🚛 leaving in a convoy was magnificent.
Shipping over thirty tons of fabric at once was a historic moment for Baranagar in the 1950s.
Within a week, Omer would receive the goods.
Then additional orders would pour in like a flood.
He would be astonished first by the quality and then by our production capacity.
“The liver should go to the president. He needs to listen to people more.”
“No, give him the ribs. He needs to keep looking out money.”
“The Mutton meat is best. It’s really tasty.”
As the trucks disappeared, the restaurant ladies stepped forward and began slicing pieces of Mutton ribs for me.
“Everyone, eat and drink as much as you want. I’ll pay for everything.”
“WAAAAAAH!”
The feast began.
“President Rohit , instead of exporting everything, sells some to us too.”
“Sorry. We’re already struggling to keep up with export demand.”
“President Rohit, what are you planning to do with the barter rights you’ll receive after this export? Sell them to us. We’ll pay a handsome premium.”
“Haha, I’ll think about it.”
“President Rohit, at least sell us the factory rejects. Isn’t it a waste to burn them?”
“Sorry. Defective products are destroyed without exception.”
Various small factory owners approached me with drinks.
Most wanted me to sell fabric to the domestic market.
I politely declined.
Exports brought dollars.
Dollars built companies.
If I diverted supply domestically, we’d run out of foreign currency needed to import rayon raw materials.
Once the payment arrives, I should repay Alfred’s loan first.
Then the cycle becomes completely self-sustaining.
As I chewed on a piece of mutton ribs and drifted into thought, Abir approached with a broad grin.
We filled our cups.
“It’s a good day. You’re drinking today, right?”
“Of course. You’ve worked hard too, Abir.”
“What hard work? Honestly, you did all the important stuff.”
“What are you talking about? You handled the company registration, sample shipments, accounting, and export documentation.”
“I just did what you told me. Though I still ended up helping burn expensive fabric. What a waste.”
“You’re still hung up on that? It was part of the process.”
“True. Ever since then, nobody dares ignore your quality standards.”
Whenever fabric failed the quality specifications I’d established, the entire factory went into crisis mode.
The foremen worked through the night.
Pioneer Rayon joined the discussions.
Everyone did whatever was necessary to solve the problem.
Over time, the culture itself changed.
Workers voluntarily controlled contamination.
They organized cleaning teams.
They even requested indoor shoes, which I approved as a company expense.
Once standards were established, good employees naturally tried to uphold them.
In other words, we’d hired the right people.
“President! A telex message!”
“Oh, Miss Roy.”
Miss Roy came running toward us.
She handled documentation and accounting.
“They marked it urgent. Very urgent!”
“Urgent?”
There wasn’t anyone who should be sending an urgent telex…
To: Nayara Corporation – Rohit Karmakar
From: Abdul Omer – Sudan Chamber of Commerce
Final payment for first shipment completed: $90,000
Urgent additional order: 300,000 yards
Requested price: 44 cents per yard
Same specifications as first shipment
“Omer sent payment?”
“What? We got paid already?”
This couldn’t be real.
MENA merchants were famous for delaying payments.
Yet Omer was paying before even receiving the goods.
And placing a larger order than the first.
“President, the deposit is confirmed. The bank president called personally. He thanked us for depositing $ 90,000.”
“WAAAAAAH!”
“HURRAY! The export payment arrived!”
“Cheers! Drink!”
“HURRAY!”
Miss Roy’s announcement sent everyone into celebration.
“Not only the payment—but another order before the shipment even arrives? How is that possible?”
I was stunned.
Our fabric quality was exceptional, but how could Omer already know?
“That’s not all. Additional orders are arriving from Egypt continuously.”
Miss Roy handed me an entire stack of telex messages.
“Good heavens!”
It wasn’t just Omer.
Smaller Egyptian buyers were also placing repeat orders.
Combined, the volume exceeded 400,000 yards.
Jackpot.
Absolute jackpot.
“Now I get it! Omer must have already received the samples we sent by air. That’s it!”
Abir clapped excitedly.
“Maybe.”
If he saw the samples, of course he’d be shocked.
The quality was unbelievable for the price.
“Wow, Rohit. You’re a born businessman.”
“President, you’re incredible!”
Everyone jumped around celebrating.
The samples had only been sent to reassure Omer about delivery.
Had he really placed another order immediately after seeing them?
“Drink! Drink!”
“Alright, everyone. Enjoy yourselves!”
“Long live Nayara Corporation !”
“Long live!”
I joined the cheers, but something still felt strange.
If only Omer had responded, that would be understandable.
But the smaller Egyptian buyers hadn’t seen the samples.
Why were they ordering too?
Could it be…
that incident in Egypt happened?
The thought suddenly struck me.
Whenever trouble erupted in Egypt, fabric supplies throughout MENA shrank overnight and prices exploded.
The incident I was thinking of was the bombing of the Egypt
Hundreds of people, including children and women, were killed.
It became one of the triggers for deeper U.S.
military involvement.
But Muslim Brotherhood doing the boambings from June.
In August they came to a truce.
But in October that truce got broken.
I didn’t remember the exact date.
Only that it happened in October.
But that doesn’t mean they will order this many, if the truce is signed logically they should not be like this way, or they are preparing for the worst.
Did it happen now?
The timing fits.
In the original history, the truce should happen now.
In fact, it seemed like they are preparing for worst..
The requested delivery date was marked ASAP.
was clearly in a hurry.
Whatever the cause, we needed to respond to demand immediately.
“Abir. Can we handle the additional orders within three months?”
“Not a chance. We’re barely managing the existing orders.”
“The foremen know the quality standards now. Leave production to them. You can focus entirely on finding more subcontractors.”
“Hm… We might manage the fabric production. But yarn supply and dyeing capacity? No chance. Those are our trade secrets.”
“Then tell Pioneer Rayon to expand capacity. If they don’t have money, we’ll invest.”
“Wow. We’re rich now, President.”
“I’m serious. We have export performance records now. Banks will lend against export letters of credit. If we need more cash, we can sell barter rights at a premium.”
“Oh… right.”
When opportunity arrives, you row hard.
Production capacity had to expand alongside demand.
Otherwise competitors would catch up.
Besides, Pioneer Rayon was practically an affiliate company already.
They shared all their know-how with us, and I bought every pound of yarn they produced.
“Huh? Sounds like you’re talking about our factory.”
“Good timing, sir.”
“Give me a drink too, President Rohit.”
“Of course.”
“Cheers!”
Old Man emptied his cup in a single gulp.
The man was nearly seventy and still unbelievably vigorous.
“Expand the factory.”
“Ha! We just expanded it.”
“This time, build proper facilities. Include a real wastewater treatment system in the dyeing line.”
“Wastewater treatment too? How big are you talking?”
“Ten times bigger. Maybe two million yards per month.”
If Omer was reacting this strongly, we’d already secured a core customer base.
Now we needed to move beyond West Asia.
We needed America.
More specifically, the U.S.
military uniform market created by their constant War mongering.
Historically Japanese and korean companies benefited from that demand.
This time, I intended to dominate it.
“Rohit! Two million yards?”
“…Don’t you think that’s excessive?”
Abir nearly shouted.
Even Old Man looked concerned.
“You don’t think you can handle it?”
“That’s not it. Two million yards per month means this site isn’t even close to large enough. We’d need over 300 tons of Rayon and in future Nylon production monthly, after Nylon patents expired or if opportunity arise.”
Three hundred tons.
The number sounded absurd.
Yet the math checked out.
Our current 200,000-yard shipment weighed over thirty tons.
“So the problem is land?”
“More than that. At that scale, we’d be better off building directly beside a Shipping terminal. Why haul raw materials all this distance just to process them, and it would be best if there is a petrochemical complex there. For the future?”
“!!!”
So that was it.
In the original timeline, Pioneer Group had moved operations to Haldia in the 1970s but the dream had broken because of that same reason.
Raw materials were easier to obtain from port and nearby petrochemical facilities.
Then why not take a gamble and Gaslight American and that bastard to establish a comprehensive petroleum refining facility and gradually convert it to a petrochemical Complex gradually.
Well, well…..
to properly establish the petrochemical process, grade of material and technology that are not available.
Even Japan established its comprehensive Petroleum and Petrochemical industry in the 2nd half of the 1950s.
So at this time we don’t have other options.
Wait…
if we’re building a Rayon plant , that’s a process plant.
Why stop at Rayon and nylon?
Process plants were my specialty.
If we were building one anyway, we shouldn’t limit ourselves to that.
We should produce higher-value fibers too.
Frankly, polyethylene or polyurethane might be even easier for me than nylon.
After all, those were exactly the kinds of plants I’d spent years constructing in my previous life.
But first let’s build the first Rayon plant, I have enough experience in VSF and other Cellulose based fibres and chemicals.
“Old Man, would you mind lending me your son?”
“You want to borrow Raj?”
“Abir, can you handle things if I’m gone for a month or two?”
“What are you talking about? Orders are exploding. How can the president disappear now?”
Old Man crossed his arms thoughtfully.
Abir looked ready to cry.
“The orders are exactly why I need to go. We have to prepare now if we want to fly.”
No matter how much Abir complained, this had to happen.
If he couldn’t manage this level of production without me, I’d never achieve my real goals.
“President Rohit, did you say fly?”
As if summoned by the conversation, Raj arrived.
“Perfect timing. Want to go to Haldia with me?”
“Haldia?”
“How about building a truly large factory there?”
Raj tilted his head.
But he didn’t look opposed.
“Rohit, what are you talking about? Our company is here. What happens if Pioneer Rayon moves to Haldia?”
“Who says a company has to stay in one place? If we’re growing, we’ll go wherever growth takes us.”
“Looking at you, I think you’d sell ten million yards, not two million.”
Abir drank deeply from his glass.
“Hahaha. Manager Abir, let’s just endure somehow. Judging by the look in President Rohit’s eyes, he’s planning something huge again.”
Old Man laughed and patted Abir on the shoulder.
The factory had telephones now.
I could always manage things remotely when necessary.
“President Rohit, who’s funding this? Building a new factory won’t be cheap.”
Raj assumed I already had a wealthy investor waiting in Haldia.
Not entirely wrong.
“We’ll find the investor when we get there. Once they see our technology, who wouldn’t want to invest?”
“…”
“Stop frowning. If President Rohit tells you to go, then go. Support him properly.”
Old Man smacked his son’s back.
“Let’s have a toast. Haldia or anywhere else—I’ll follow.”
“Then follow me! Cheers!”
“To success!”
“To success!”
Back then, everyone toasted the same way.
Nobody knew exactly what they were toasting for.
But everyone raised their cups together.
To Nayara.
Silently, I made my own toast.
Time to fully seize the opportunities created by Warmongers.