The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Chapter 458 Sisi: Wang Jun'an hit me! Caught red-handed, the implications are terrifying.

May 1, 1995, International Workers' Day.

Wang Duoyu took Liu Xiaoli and the children to a park on the outskirts of Harbin for a picnic.

This park was built a few years ago, and the lawns are already lush and green, looking vibrant.

Bai Doufu always wanted to climb out; she wanted to crawl into the grass and explore the outside world.

However, her third brother always managed to get her back.

"Third brother, are you feeling alright now?"

Liu Xiaoli asked with concern.

The third son, Wang Junkang, had just finished his check-up some time ago and there was nothing wrong with him.

But just two days ago, he developed a high fever, which startled his whole family.

He was only fully recovered yesterday, so it's no wonder Liu Xiaoli is so concerned about him now.

"Mom, I'm not feeling unwell. I feel great. I'm going to go back to morning exercises tomorrow."

Wang Yifei, standing to the side, muttered:

"I'd rather be sick than get up so early."

Every day at home, we do morning exercises. Except for holidays or special circumstances, we rarely have time to rest. This is something Wang Duoyu has stipulated.

Wang Yifei is only eight years old, and she's very playful.

Activities like morning exercises naturally restricted her a lot, so she wasn't very happy about it.

She finds participating in these morning exercises occasionally interesting and fun.

But if you participate too often, it loses its appeal.

Actually, she doesn't train very much, because she's still too young.

But she really couldn't stand getting up early.

She longed to sleep until she was no longer grumpy in the morning before getting out of bed, but her father wouldn't allow her to have the habit of staying in bed.

Snapped!
Wang Jun'an, with his sharp ears, heard it and immediately patted her on the back of the head:
"Wang Yifei, are you asking for trouble? How can you act like this?"

My older brother isn't here today; Zhu Ling picked him up.

Therefore, Wang Jun'an, the second oldest, is actually the eldest.

"Dad, Wang Junan hit me, boohoo!"

Wang Yifei immediately objected and went to her father, acting coquettishly.

Wang Duoyu had naturally heard what Wang Yifei had just said, and of course he disagreed, but at this point he could only try to smooth things over.

When families get along, sometimes it's good to play dumb.

There's no need to take everything so seriously.

Of course, Wang Yifei's education needs to be closely monitored.

Especially now that she's grown up and is eight years old, her values ​​are gradually being formed, so as parents, we naturally need to care about her physical and mental health.

Ding Ding!

Just then, Wang Duoyu's phone suddenly rang.

Hearing the noise, Bai Doufu curiously crawled over, babbling "Daddy" and reaching for the phone.

But her father grabbed her and put the phone in his ear with his other hand.

"Hey, Jianchao, what's up?"

"Uncle Nine, the mission is complete. Now, the Federal Reserve certainly won't be interested in carrying out a major purge against us."

Hearing this, Wang Duoyu did not smile.

Because this matter is not simple, we cannot be careless.

Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Spencer is no fool, and the financial groups behind him are even less likely to be idiots.

So many things have happened at the very moment when the great purge was about to begin.

This has indeed caused major corporations like the Morgan Group a great deal of trouble, leaving them with no time or energy to focus on a major purge.

From the massive crises at financial giants like JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, and First Citibank, to the complete wipeout of the action team at Office No. 39 on the Silla Peninsula in the Far East.

And absolutely no clues were found.

Even if the CIA and other agencies sent out many elites, they would not be able to find out the situation.

Furthermore, a massive explosion occurred at the original site of Office No. 39, leveling the entire area.

The exposed underground spaces were also severely damaged.

No third-party bodies were left at the scene, and all the equipment used, including shell casings, were common standard weapons used by the U.S. military.

I have absolutely no idea where to begin the investigation.

Although Office No. 39 will certainly find it difficult to recover after this battle.

However, the CIA and other agencies also suffered heavy casualties, making it difficult to continue their work.

It is estimated that the investigation into the Super Dollar case will have to be temporarily suspended.

"it is good!"

Wang Duoyu smiled and said one word, then stood up and went to a secluded spot before speaking:

"Make arrangements immediately and proceed according to the original plan."

Since the current plot development is proceeding according to the script designed by Wang Duoyu and the executives of Want Want Group, then we can proceed as planned.

It's time for the super dollar factory to make its debut and launch a large number of high-value transactions.

Now is the time to take advantage of the heavy casualties suffered by the CIA and other agencies to start shipping out large quantities of goods.

This will enable the Super Dollar Factory to achieve its performance targets for this year more quickly.

Using movie tickets and other channels to launder money is ultimately not as convenient and simple as large-scale transactions.

"Okay, Uncle Jiu, I understand."

Wang Jianchao nodded happily and said.

"By the way, Uncle Jiu, I'm planning to go back to my hometown next week, and afterwards I'll be hunting Far Eastern golden shaggy cats in the Siberian primeval forest. Do you want me to leave you a tiger penis?"

"You're already weak before you're even forty?" Wang Duoyu chuckled and teased.

"Uncle Jiu, don't talk nonsense. I didn't do anything wrong. I'm perfectly fine."

On the other end of the phone, Wang Jianchao, who was still in Los Angeles, California, immediately became anxious.

Whether he's faking it or not, outsiders don't know, but he himself is the most qualified to say.

But actually, he didn't need to say it himself; Wang Duoyu and the others already knew some things to some extent.

Wang Jianchao was a womanizer who not only kept several top female celebrities from Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Japan, but also had many Hollywood actresses as his lovers.

In addition, he has several girlfriends who are supermodels.

It's worth noting that Wang Duoyu had already proposed the Victoria's Secret women's lingerie brand back in 1992.

Meanwhile, in 1993, Victoria's Secret began its fashion shows, and in 1994 it began a large-scale promotional campaign, preparing to create a supermodel show.

The person in charge of the Victoria's Secret project was actually Wang Jianchao.

This guy could be said to be "ordered" to pick up girls. He selects beautiful female models from all over the world, trains them from the age of fourteen or fifteen, and they go through many rounds of competition before they can finally participate in the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.

With so many beautiful women in his life, Wang Jianchao was already spoiled for choice.

Currently, several Victoria's Secret supermodels who fit his aesthetic have been added to his harem.

It can be said that he rarely goes out without his girlfriend, unless there is an emergency or something that is highly confidential. Otherwise, he will definitely take his girlfriend or lover with him.

Yes, I rarely take my lover out.

Because their lovers are all female celebrities, they need to keep their outings private and are afraid of being photographed by paparazzi.

In other words, Wang Jianchao basically partied every night.

So when Wang Duoyu teased him about being weak, he wasn't just talking nonsense.

"Okay, okay, you're fine, I understand, alright?"

Wang Duoyu said irritably.

"That's right!" Wang Jianchao was still somewhat indignant, then abruptly changed the subject: "So, Uncle Jiu, do you want the tiger penis or not?"

"Keep it for yourself. And your marksmanship... well, I don't think you're very good. Remember to bring a few bodyguards, or you might get hurt by the Tiger."

The Far Eastern golden shaggy shrimp is an almost perfect creature on Earth, a top predator at the top of the food chain.

Wang Duoyu also hunted tigers back then, and even a tiger king, which was a big guy weighing over 250 kilograms, much bigger than a typical Far Eastern golden shaggy tiger.

In the wild, if you encounter such a creature at close range, even if you hold the truth in your hands, you could still be swallowed by the tiger.

Because the distance is too close, if a tiger roars, someone who is not mentally strong or calm might not even be able to hold a gun steady, let alone hit a vital spot on the tiger before it pounces, which would be even more difficult.

Many people are good at talking big, but there are very few who actually have the courage and the ability to successfully hunt down a Far Eastern Golden Hindkin.

Wang Duoyu's well-intentioned reminder was not without reason.

Even more than a decade ago, Wang Jianchao was a very good hunter.

But over the years he has lived a life of luxury, and even though he still frequently handles a gun, he has long lost his former vigilance and respect for life.

Especially after he witnessed many of the darker aspects of society, he underwent a complete transformation from the innocent boy he once was.

"Uncle Jiu, don't worry, I will definitely be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Duoyu shook his head and chuckled.

He himself has long been accustomed to his current life.

He hadn't experienced the kind of life he had seven or eight years ago, advancing through jungles, plateaus, and mountains with a rifle in hand, for a long time.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself, fishing could never completely replace hunting in his heart.

Every hobby has its own kind of fun.

Although the joy of a harvest is similar whether fishing or hunting, the process is ultimately very different.

Pulling the trigger, the bullet flying from the muzzle, and the tension and excitement of searching for prey in the forest—these are experiences that fishing simply cannot replace.

However, he can never go back to that kind of life.

I wonder if I'll ever get to experience this again in my lifetime?
Moscow, the superpower that spans Eurasia.

In the KGB headquarters building, Vladimirovich looked at Semenov with a disappointed expression.

"Why did you choose this path? Now that you've been caught red-handed, what else do you have to say?"

It turns out that Semenov has been secretly planning to sell the Tu-160 strategic bombers.

Not only were they selling technical blueprints, but they were even going to sell one of the bombers.

The plan was perfect, but unexpectedly, Vladimirovich proved to be one step ahead and stopped Semenov in advance.

That's how we ended up in this situation today.

"Humph!"

Semenov didn't want to say anything, because he was about to become a prisoner, and saying anything more would be pointless.

Unfortunately, his wife and children are likely to suffer.

Although he had already put his wife and children on a plane to Mauritius before the operation, they would actually be picked up during the layover in Dubai and eventually travel to Australia.

However, he had already been stopped by Vladimirovich, causing the plan to fail.

So the plane carrying his wife and children may have been intercepted and returned to Moscow for various reasons.

He had no doubt about this, because the KGB's influence in Russia was simply too great.

Semenov was a high-ranking KGB officer, so how could he not know this?
Ugh!
With a sigh, Vladimir Vladimirovich shook his head in disappointment.

Former good friends are now on opposite sides due to their differing stances.

The brotherhood we once shared—fighting enemies together, drinking together, and chasing girls together—has now completely vanished.

Life!
Suddenly, at that moment, a violent explosion occurred in the KGB headquarters building.

The entire building shook violently, like a magnitude 5 or 6 earthquake, it was very strong.

Everyone turned pale, and Vladimir Vladimirovich's expression changed drastically.

When he regained his balance and looked again, he found that Semenov had disappeared.

"Everyone, get up! Go after him! Bring Semenov back to me!"

Vladimirovich roared.

He no longer cared about whether there would be an explosion or not. If Semenov escaped, based on the information the other side had, it was almost certain that the KGB would face a huge disaster.

Vladimirovich was well aware of this.

Because if it were him, he would have done the same.

Meanwhile, Semenov was led away from the KGB headquarters building by someone who was very familiar with the entire KGB and could easily evade other agents.

However, Semenov knew nothing about the other party, let alone which faction they belonged to.

"Why did you save me?"

After Semenov got into his car and left the KGB headquarters, he finally couldn't help but ask.

The driver simply said coldly:

"You'll find out later."

More than ten minutes later, the car arrived in the suburbs and another car was taken.

After quite some time, Semenov finally arrived at an underground shopping mall.

But this underground shopping mall turned out to be a hidden gem.

There was another space inside, which was clearly the hideout or liaison office of this organization.

Semenov looked shocked, because he was a high-ranking KGB officer and knew a great deal about Moscow.

He had been to this shopping mall several times, but he had never discovered that there was such a space in the underground parking lot.

These people are incredibly powerful!
"Mr. Barron?"

After he got out of the car, he soon saw Matthew Barron, whom he had met a few times before.

It was because of the latter that he made contact with this force and chose to betray it.

I never expected Matthew Barron to have such immense power; it's incredible.

"Yes, it's me, Semenov. I know you're very surprised, but that's alright. You can sit down and have some water first, and we can talk slowly."

Matthew Barron chuckled, his face showing no sign of frustration.

He has been wanting to take the Tu-160 bombers out of Russia for several years.

He originally thought that Semenov would help him achieve this goal this time, but unfortunately, he still failed.

However, he believes there is still a chance. Putting aside everything else, he is confident that he can get his hands on the technical data for the Tu-160.

Even if it's just a partial set of information, it's still very good.

After sitting down, Semenov immediately asked:
"Now that you were able to rescue me, Mr. Barron, I wonder if my wife and children are safe?"

"This is a Cuban cigar, have a taste," Matthew Barron said, offering the other man a cigar.
"Your wife and children should have arrived in London by now, right? They should arrive in Australia in about ten hours."

"But to be honest, Semenov, choosing Australia is not a very good choice."

"Of course, you can decide for yourself. I just hope you can help me out again and bring out all the technical data of the Tu-160 bomber fighter jet."

Semenov immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as his wife and children are alive, he has not lost hope in life.

Although Matthew Barron's words might not be true, at this moment, he had no choice but to believe them.

After all, given Matthew Barron's immense power, if he could rescue him from the KGB headquarters, then dealing with his wife and children would be even simpler.

"it is good!"

Nodding, Semenov suddenly frowned and said:

"But I've already been exposed, how can I help you now?"

"Get in touch with Nurbagansky for me; he should be happy to help you."

Upon hearing this person's name, Semenov's brow furrowed even deeper:
"I suspect that the reason I was exposed this time was because of this person's leak. If I contact them now, wouldn't I be caught like a turtle in a jar?"

Matthew Barron shook his head and said:
“I have investigated and found out that the reason you were arrested was not because of Nurbagansky, but because of your good friend Vladimirovich. He is not a simple person, and he is very capable. It’s just a pity that he cannot be used by me!”

When polar bears were in decline.

Many others, like Semenov, also chose to betray or ignore Yeltsin and his group after they made their choices.

But there are also people like Vladimirovich, whose beliefs are unwavering and will not change because of this.

If someone like Vladimir Vladimir can be bought off by Matthew Baron.

The Tu-160 bomber had already been completely dismantled and transported back to a laboratory in the suburbs of Harbin.

Unfortunately, that did not happen.

"It's him?"

Semenov's expression changed; although he was unwilling to admit it, it seemed to be the truth.

After a long while, he finally spoke:

"Okay, no problem, I agree, but I need some manpower."

Matthew Barron nodded:
"I've already prepared everything for you. As for this other place, I'll leave it to you to take care of from now on. I hope you won't let me down."

After saying that, Matthew Barron got up and left.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked:
"Are cigars good to smoke?"

Semenov nodded emphatically: "Very good!"

After watching Matthew Barron leave, Semenov immediately stood up and began to call for reinforcements.

He was going to find Nurbagansky and bring out the technical blueprints for the Tu-160 bomber to complete the plan he hadn't finished before.

Oh, no, it should be called a mission now.

He was just an inside man before, but now he's a full-fledged member of the operation team. Truly, Rome wasn't built in a day!

Vladimirovich is still keeping watch in Moscow and searching the world for Semenov.

However, the latter had already appeared near the Tupolev Design Bureau and met with Nurbagansky.

"There are wanted posters for you everywhere, how dare you come out to see me?"

Nurbagansky asked with a surprised expression.

Semenov, however, remained remarkably calm:
"Stop talking nonsense, where are the blueprints and documents? I want to take them with me now."

“No problem, you can send someone to this address. It’s two meters to the left of the third tree in the backyard. Dig down one meter and you’ll see the five boxes.”

Upon hearing this, Semenov gave the other person a deep look.

It seems that Nurbagansky had prepared in advance by burying the documents in the ground beforehand.

This kind of person is indeed greedy and clever enough.

Of course, doing business with such a smart person is indeed a pleasant experience.

After confirming the location of the technical data, Semenov immediately arranged for people to go and excavate it.

However, he did not leave the scene, but continued to discuss the deal with Nurbaganski.

Besides engines, there are other technologies that can be traded.

Even the Tu-160 bomber itself.

When Nurbagansky heard that the entire aircraft was to be traded, he resolutely shook his head.

"The target is too big. Whether it's me or you, either party will inevitably be discovered during the transport of the plane. Therefore, the best solution is to trade for the technical data."

"So, can the technologies you possess be traded?"

"No, you can't afford the price."

Upon hearing this, Semenov immediately laughed:

"You haven't even named a price yet, so how can you be sure we can't afford it? Every product has a price; whether we can afford it or not is our business."

The Tupolev Design Bureau itself was very interested in the technologies that the other party possessed, let alone others.

However, Nurbagansky did not make an offer.

He's not stupid; on the contrary, he's very clever. He's able to thrive because he has these skills.

Once the outside world finds out, his good days will be over.

He's living such a carefree life now, so naturally he won't cause himself any trouble.

The two sides continued their conversation, but at that moment, Semenov received a phone call informing him that KGB agents were tracking them, preventing them from obtaining the technical data.

waste!

Semenov's face turned ashen; he had no choice but to go to that address himself to retrieve the documents.

He was very familiar with the KGB's style and habits.

It certainly wouldn't be easy for others to follow him.

Upon hearing this, Nurbagansky realized he was panicking and knew it was best to leave first.

Although he was also a traitor, no evidence against him was obtained by the KGB or other agencies.

Even the deal he's making with Semenov and his group right now is meticulously planned, so neither the design bureau nor the KGB can find any relevant evidence to arrest him.

Half an hour later, Semenov successfully evaded the KGB's pursuit and headed to the address Nurbagansky had mentioned earlier.

After a long time, Semenov finally arrived at the address, found the tree, and began digging.

Sure enough, he soon dug up the alloy box.

Upon opening it, I saw that the documents inside were indeed all engine technical data.

From design drawings to laboratory data, everything is available.

It can be said that, with reference to these technical documents, the development and production of the engine should be completed quickly.

Of course, this also depends on who gets access to the information.

If these documents fell into the hands of warlords in Somalia, they would probably treat them like scrap paper.

How are the goods transported out of the country?

Semenov is already starting to worry about this problem, but Matthew Baron should have a solution.

Half a day later, Matthew Barron couldn't wait to arrive at the underground shopping mall and saw the technical documents in the box.

"Great job, Semenov, you're really amazing! Excellent!"

Matthew Barron was very generous with his praise.

The importance of the fact that the other side brought back technical data on the Tu-160 bomber's engines is self-evident.

An engine with such an exaggerated bypass ratio would inevitably be a behemoth once it is built, so there are already a great many design drawings, and even more laboratory data.

Therefore, the next step of transportation will be of paramount importance.

May 8, 1995, Harbin Institute of Technology, Weizigou Campus, Harbin.

"White Tofu, come here right now. Don't you dare climb around like that, understand?"

Inside the living room, Wang Yifei was stopping her younger sister from climbing to a dangerous place and lecturing her.

Bai Doufu got anxious; she was still young and didn't know what danger was.

Just then, their father came in from outside. Bai Doufu immediately forgot all about that and stretched out her little hands toward her father, babbling "Papa."

Although the pronunciation wasn't very clear, it was still understandable that she was calling for her father.

"Sissi, did you bully your sister?"

After picking up the little one, Wang Duoyu asked a question with a smile, but his daughter got angry.

"Dad, you're so mean! Why don't you say it's my sister who bullied me?"

"How can your little sister bully you? Come on, Sisi, tell me slowly, let me hear your excuses."

Influenced by her family's private lessons, Wang Yifei's eloquence is by no means lacking.

Her little mouth, once it opens, can drive people crazy.

Bai Doufu is too young and doesn't understand anything. Besides, she can only crawl and can't walk yet.

So it's entirely possible that Wang Yifei might bully her.

Because she herself is still young, it's fine to ask her to take care of her younger sister at first, but she'll definitely lose patience over time.

So Wang Duoyu's comments about her weren't entirely without basis.

While the father and daughter were talking, Liu Xiaoli had already cooked the meal in the kitchen and called out to everyone to come out and have dinner.

All the other children who were doing their homework inside came out.

Recently, Lu Yuening and the other children have been away, having gone back to their own homes.

Although the Wang sisters, Meili and Meihe, travel abroad frequently, they also spend a lot of time in China.

Furthermore, as children grow up, parents should spend more time with them.

"Come and eat, Wang Qianqian, why are you still standing there? Do you want me to hire someone to carry you in a sedan chair?"

Wang Yifei, who was sulking, felt even more aggrieved when she heard her mother shout like that.

But she didn't dare not come over for dinner.

At the dining table, the family sat together, watching the news and eating.

Watching the news broadcast every day can indeed broaden one's horizons considerably.

However, today's news was a little different, especially when the announcer reported the news of Teresa Teng's death, Liu Xiaoli and the others were all stunned.

"On May 8th, local time in Thailand, Teresa Teng, the famous female singer from Taiwan, passed away in Chiang Mai, Thailand, at the young age of 42."

Although there weren't many news reports featuring Teresa Teng, her influence was considerable.

It's estimated that not many people in China know about this or are paying attention to it.

After all, at that time there were still more than 800 million farmers across the country, and everyone was busy working, so not many families had installed televisions.

Therefore, not many people are paying attention to this news.

However, it caused quite a sensation in regions such as Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, Japan, South Korea, and Southeast Asia.

Especially in Hong Kong Island and Taiwan, many loyal fans cried when they heard the news.

When Wong Ka Kui passed away two years ago, it caused a sensation in Hong Kong, Macau and Taiwan, and many fans got to know Beyond because of it.

The music company that Wong Ka Kui signed with made a fortune as a result.

They've really eaten their fill of this blood-soaked bun.

Now, Teresa Teng is another example of a talented person who passed away suddenly, leaving her fans shocked and saddened.

Many fans of Teresa Teng's songs didn't believe it and wanted to go to Chiang Mai to find out for themselves.

Teresa Teng is dead? She was only forty-two years old, and she's gone?

Liu Xiaoli was dumbfounded; she really enjoyed listening to Teresa Teng's songs.

There are many albums at home, including one autographed by Teresa Teng.

Wang Yifei and her children also loved Teresa Teng, but now Teresa Teng is dead?
Suddenly, Wang Yifei burst into tears, drawing the attention of Wang Duoyu and the others.

"Sissi, why are you crying?"

"Woo~"

Wang Yifei did not respond, she just kept crying.

This little guy is really both funny and exasperating.

It's just a female singer passing away, why is she so heartbroken?
What could an eight-year-old kid possibly understand?
Just comfort him a little.

But before Wang Duoyu could even try to comfort the child, his phone rang.

It was a call from Yabo Fein.

"Professor, good news! Matthew Barron just told me that they have obtained the technical data on the Tu-160 bomber's engines and have already sent it out of Russia. It will be delivered to the Somali Peninsula in two days."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu nodded.

This is indeed good news.

The Tu-160 bomber used the NK-32 engine, which had a high bypass ratio, but it also used an afterburner. So he was very curious about how the Tupolev Design Bureau solved the technical problems involved.

With the technical information, he could also get a better understanding of the situation.

“Very good. Once the blueprints are transported to the Somali Peninsula, arrange for them to be secretly sent back to Ice City as soon as possible.”

"By the way, Bovfein, how's things going with the Federal Reserve?"

Recently, Wang Duoyu has not been paying attention to news from the Federal Reserve.

He genuinely didn't know the specifics of the situation.

However, neither Zheng Baoyin nor other senior executives called him, and Wang Jianchao even returned to his hometown of Dahonggou Village, so the Federal Reserve should not have stirred up any more trouble.

In fact, the Federal Reserve is currently preoccupied with its own problems.

Previously, Wang Duoyu, together with three top hackers—Rubenwagen, Liang Xingmin, and Wang Qingzhong—launched a hacking attack on Wall Street giants such as JPMorgan Chase.

This resulted in heavy losses for these financial giants.

Meanwhile, the joint operations team, including the CIA, which was heading to the Silla Peninsula to carry out a surgical operation on Office 39, was suddenly attacked.

They didn't even see the enemy, and afterwards they found no trace of the accident scene.

This infuriated the leaders of the intelligence agency, the security agency, and the investigation agency.

In addition, the super dollar factory has started shipping in large quantities all over the world.

In South America's busiest drug market, a sudden surge in gold and ultra-large dollar transactions has occurred, with each transaction involving a substantial sum.

Latin America, the Golden Triangle of Southeast Asia, Taiwan, and other places.

There are also arms, gold, and mineral transactions in the Middle East and Africa, as well as grain transactions in the United States and South America, and machinery and antique transactions in Europe.

From April to May 8th, it's been less than a month.

According to statistics compiled by Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Spencer, the total value of these transactions has exceeded $50 billion.

It's simply terrifying!
In such a short period of time, the super dollar factory produced so much cargo, giving the CIA and other agencies a resounding slap in the face and putting the Federal Reserve in a terrible position.

In the short term, all the Federal Reserve can do is continue to develop anti-counterfeiting technology, print new versions of dollars, and replace the old ones.

The global base money supply of US dollars now exceeds two trillion.

This is absolutely a very large amount of data.

Because 25 years ago, before the collapse of the Bretton Woods system, the global dollar base money was only a little over 80 billion US dollars.

In less than thirty years, the US dollar's monetary base has experienced such a terrifying growth.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying the inflation of the US dollar will be.

On the other hand, the Morgan family and other financial giants behind the Federal Reserve have become the most frenzied 'super dollar factories' in order to make money.

On the one hand, they are trying to maintain the dollar system and do not want it to collapse.

But behind the scenes, they were printing money at a frenzied pace, much faster than a super-powerful dollar factory.

Given the numerous massive dollar transactions occurring globally recently, it's quite remarkable that Alan Spencer hasn't stepped down as Chairman of the Federal Reserve.

Just as Wang Duoyu was on the phone with Yabo Fein, in the director's office of the CIA headquarters in Washington, D.C., Baker Barnes also received a call from Alan Spencer.

"General Barnes, have you found any leads? Or is there any evidence pointing to the California consortium, the Texas consortium, or the European consortium?"

Alan Spencer's statement was a blatant attempt to guide Baker Barnes to find the relevant evidence, so that the Federal Reserve could openly confront these three financial groups.

"no!"

Beckbarnes was very decisive.

He didn't want to die; he wanted to live a few more years.

That Allen Span is a damn bastard, actually wanting to send him to meet God himself?

As a Pentagon general, Baker Barnes has experienced countless crises since becoming the director of the CIA.

But he easily defused them all.

His current phone call with Allen Span seems ordinary, just a work-related exchange.

But who knows if the other party will ask the communications bureau to record the call afterwards?

Or was the call overheard by someone else?

Once the three California conglomerates find out he's done this, death will be his only fate.

Those conglomerates and capital giants, every single one of them, are ruthless monsters who devour people without blinking an eye.

I'll kill you if I say so.

The super-large US dollar factory has not been found to this day, and there is not even a single clue as to where their hideout might be located.

In Baker Barnes' view, someone is definitely covering for the super dollar factory.

He even felt that George Herbert and his ilk were all beneficiaries of the super dollar factory.

As for whether they are shareholders of the Super Dollar Factory or its senior executives, Baker Barnes did not know.

Or perhaps the super-dollar factory is simply a concrete example of the competition and rivalry between new and old financial groups in North America.

Or perhaps one or more of the Morgan, Rockefeller, or DuPont families joined forces to create such a super dollar factory.

Anyway, in the dead of night, Beckbarnes thought about many things, but the more he thought about them, the more terrifying they became.

So much so that he now sleeps alone, afraid that someone might hear him talking in his sleep.

Honestly, being the director of the CIA was just a job for him; he didn't want to risk his life so easily.

Are you sure there really isn't any?

Alan Spencer was disappointed, but he continued to guide Beckbarnes.

Unfortunately, the latter refused to say anything and quickly hung up the phone.

"Fake!"

With a curse, Beckbarnes picked up the phone again and called Prometheus.

The latter was far away in Europe at the time, personally leading a team to investigate an antique transaction case.

"Prometheus, it's me. Have you made any progress in Europe so far?"

"Boss, the situation in Europe is a bit complicated. The local gangs are very powerful, and we've already had several clashes with them."

Prometheus became very angry when this was mentioned.

Logically speaking, their intelligence agency agents should all be highly skilled in combat.

But they're like scholars encountering soldiers—they can't reason with each other.

Those gangs seem to be able to anticipate their movements and strength, so they can always intercept them in advance and let the antique dealers go.

After the intelligence agents dealt with the gangsters, they arrived at the transaction site, only to find they hadn't gotten anything.

Prometheus suspected that there might be a traitor within his own ranks.

As a result, he changed teams several times, and finally concluded that he himself was the mole.

Fake!

Does he not know whether he himself is the mole?

If he had accepted the money, he wouldn't be feeling so aggrieved.

The problem is, he didn't take any money.

This was what puzzled him and what infuriated him.

Upon hearing this, Beckbarnes breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good. Well, I mean, keep up the good work and try to solve this case in half a month."

In the past, he would have definitely threatened the other party, saying that he would resign if they didn't do a good job.

There's no rush now.

(End of this chapter)