The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 298 New CD Technology: Expanding Overseas Networks

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the craftsmen were brought back to the training school, and Qian Jin had to go to work the next day.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, we officially started working.

Early in the morning, the chill of late winter was thick and heavy. Qian Jin braved the cold morning wind to arrive at his workplace, where the tin stove had already been heated.

The stove pipes were red-hot, and the dry heat they emitted made the dust in the room churn up.

Qian Jin took off his heavy cotton-padded military coat and draped it over the back of the chair. Wei Xiaobo immediately came over, took it, and hung it behind the door for him.

He rubbed his fingers, which were a little stiff from the cold, and Wei Xiaobo promptly offered him a cup of hot tea.

Holding the teacup in both hands, Qian Jin sighed inwardly.

No wonder masters are willing to take on apprentices, no wonder leaders like to have secretaries, no wonder men like to keep mistresses—the latter isn't the point, but it certainly feels good to have someone serving you.

Looking at the time, Qian Jin took a deep breath. It was just nightfall in Jinzhou, across the ocean, and someone should be able to answer his call now.

He picked up the receiver and dialed a multinational call.

After passing through a relay, a rhythmic beeping sound came from the microphone.

We've made it through.

Qian Jin straightened his back.

"...Hello?" The voice on the other end of the line could be faintly heard as Cantonese, with faint, indistinct birdsong in the background.

“Brother Song! It’s me, Qian Jin from the Haibin City Supply and Marketing Cooperative!” Qian Jin raised his voice slightly, trying to sound cheerful and loud.

"I wish you a belated Happy New Year! May you prosper and be wealthy! I wish Brother Song a blessed new year filled with good fortune, all your wishes fulfilled, smooth sailing on all your journeys, and joy and success year after year!"

Brother Song, San Francisco, Golden State.

Song Jixiang, a bigwig in the Huaqing Gang.

Qian Jin was able to find Robert Hayes, a shrewd lawyer, thanks to Song Jixiang's connections.

Now, to destroy Chuanqi Heavy Industries, he must once again rely on Song Jixiang.

Hearing his auspicious words, there was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a huge burst of surprise and an even louder response: "Oh, it's Jinzai! Jinzai, Happy New Year!"

"You still remember to call me to wish me a Happy New Year? That's so thoughtful of you, it's still dark here!"

"The New Year celebrations are over, and I should be wishing you a Happy New Year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but as you know, ordinary people in China can't make international calls; only work units have dedicated lines." Qian Jin greeted him with a smile, subtly explaining why he was late in wishing you a Happy New Year.

"Today is my first day at work, so I called you as soon as I arrived."

"To be honest, I'm really worried that you're too busy to answer the phone, and if that happens, I won't be able to send you my blessings."

As he said this, his gaze unconsciously drifted to a stack of technical documents on the table.

The paper was covered with densely packed circuit diagrams, optical path descriptions, and technical specifications in English interspersed with German.

This is an old book that he finally managed to find in the mall.

An old book that no one would pay attention to in the 2020s, but which was destined to cause a sensation in the early 1980s.

A Detailed Overview of the First Generation of Laser Disc Technology: Disc Technology, Laser Reading and Recording Technology, and Music Signal to Electrical Signal Conversion Technology!
What is a laser record?
CD!

He glanced at the book and chatted with Song Jixiang for a few moments.

International phone calls are very expensive.

After he had made Song Jixiang laugh, he subtly changed the subject, saying in a natural tone:

"I heard from Brother Yang that you have a large business empire in San Francisco, with many factories under your control, and you're even planning to enter the semiconductor industry?"

This was indeed the information he had obtained from Yang Shengzhang.

The Huaqing Gang rose to power in the United States through violence and bloodshed, but to expand further, it still needs to take advantage of the current favorable conditions provided by the United States.

industry.

From World War II to the Cold War, the industrial strength of the American empire has always been unparalleled in the world.

The Huaqing Gang initially produced wristwatches and pocket watches, and then expanded their business based on this. Now they are optimistic about the electrical appliance industry and want to enter it.

Song Jixiang wants to make radios, tape recorders, and cassette tapes, which can be considered as his foray into the semiconductor industry.

Song Jixiang laughed: "Jinzai, you know me. I have a lot of brothers here. Everyone has to eat, so I have no choice but to find some business to do."

"We're going to produce cassette tapes in the future. Tape recorders are selling very well all over the world right now, and they'll definitely be selling well in China too. The demand for cassette tapes will be huge then. I hope you can do your best to cooperate with us."

Qian Jin readily agreed, and then said, "Brother Song, you know that I can't offer much help for your business development in China, which makes me very anxious."

"But it was also a stroke of luck. I just got my hands on some new technical gadgets from foreigners a couple of days ago. They look pretty rare."

"This information is closely related to the semiconductor industry you are about to enter, so I would like to give it to you—it's not a gift, just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope it brings you good fortune and prosperity!"

"Oh? Jinzi, you're too kind. We're brothers, why bother with all that!" Song Jixiang laughed loudly on the other end of the phone, his voice so loud that Qian Jin subconsciously moved the receiver away from his ear a little.

What information did you receive?

"It's called CD, Compact Disc, which translates to Digital Audio Disc, like a record." Qian Jin deliberately spoke casually.

“I’m in management and don’t know much about technology, but my friend told me that this information is very important because it’s trade secret information that he obtained from Sony Group, which is based in Japan.”

"As far as he knows, Philips in West Germany is still developing this technology. They've just finished some data, but Sony sent a corporate spy to steal Philips' data, and he, like a mantis stalking a cicada unaware of the oriole behind, managed to get his hands on all the data as well..."

Sony!

Philips!
Qian Jin heard the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor.

Song Jixiang's voice grew louder as he asked, "What's going on? Is this information reliable?"

Qian Jin said, "It's absolutely reliable, you can rest assured."

"You know I'm going to have a showdown with Kawasaki Heavy Industries on the international stage. To increase our chances of winning, our country has taken down a wire that was planted on the Japanese side. This thing was brought over from that wire."

"But as you know, the level of domestic industry is such that this information may not be useful right now. I think you have a wide network of factories there, so I asked for it and wanted to give it to you to see if you could use it."

He pointed to the prominent Philips shield logo on the first page of the technical specifications. He flipped to the second page, and there was another logo, this time it was the Sony logo.

These two things are very easy to obtain nowadays.

Song Jixiang's laughter became even more hearty, but he didn't seem to care about the specific content: "Okay, okay, thank you Jinzai. It's rare that you still remember your old brother."

"Okay, I'll get a fax machine right away. Write down the number. Could you send me some documents to take a look first?"

"Of course! This is what I prepared for you, Brother Song. I'll send it to you as soon as I hang up the phone!" Qian Jin said readily, which made Song Jixiang burst into laughter.

"Good brother, Jinzai, you're a good brother! I, Ah Xiang, have accepted you as my brother. Be sure to let me know next time you come to America!"

Qian Jin repeatedly said "definitely," and finally said, "Then please be careful when receiving the documents. I wish you a happy new year and prosperous business!"

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the stack of documents and strolled to the main office.

Their company uses a cream-colored Panasonic UF-100 fax machine, which emits a low humming standby sound as soon as it is turned on.

Qian Jin handed the information and introduction to Sun Jian, who carefully placed each page into the paper feeder.

The machine was like a greedy beast, silently swallowing the paper sheets by the neatly arranged feed rollers, emitting a monotonous and precise "hissing...clicking...hissing...clicking" sound, as if the machine was gnawing at the paper.

The deep blue carbon copy marks were scanned again and again under the transparent transfer roller.

The thermal recording paper roll slowly emerged from the outlet at the other end, and the equally deep blue ink marks gradually developed, diffused, and solidified on the thermal paper, filling the office with the smell of ink.

On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, it was already night in California.

Inside the sturdy red brick building that houses the headquarters of the Chinese Youth Gang in San Francisco's Chinatown, the air conditioning and heating are running at full blast.

The windows in the building were tightly closed, shutting out the damp, cold night fog of the Pacific Ocean outside and the occasional police sirens blaring on the street below.

On the large, dark brown walnut desk, a fax machine, incongruous with the solemn antique ornaments, was flashing its indicator light and emitting a low-frequency, continuous beeping sound.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark Tang suit, with a burly build and a solemn expression, sat behind the table. He was Song Jixiang, the current leader of the Huaqing Gang.

He held a thick, dark brown cigar between his fingers, the smoke flowing and appearing thick like milky liquid under the light.

Behind the desk was a sharp-looking middle-aged man staring at the thermal paper being ejected from the scorching printhead of the fax machine.

One after another.

The top was covered with densely packed blue carbon copies of letters and circuit symbols.

Song Jixiang squinted and asked, "A-Quan, how is it?"

The middle-aged man quickly scanned the materials and nodded involuntarily: "I don't understand the professional knowledge in them, but they do seem like good stuff. They do describe how to produce laser discs."

"Is that the laser disc that General Electric is researching?" Song Jixiang asked incredulously.

"Have the Japanese and Germans figured it out already?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, indicating that he did not know: "General Electric has indeed been researching this product, I can confirm that. When we went to recruit their Chinese experts, some of them were in the research team."

Song Jixiang closed his eyes.

His expression remained calm and still.

But a large portion of the cigar ash fell onto the thick Persian carpet, unnoticed by him.

Wait until the fax machine stops working.

Song Jixiang then looked at A Quan.

Ah Quan looked very carefully this time, and after looking at it, he nodded to him: "I'll go and call Uncle Zhong over to take a look?"

Song Jixiang nodded.

The office door was gently closed, and then pushed open again shortly afterward.

The man who came in was over fifty, and his attire would be considered out of place in the United States.

He was wearing a gray polyester Zhongshan suit that had been starched until it was stiff!

The man had a refined and scholarly air about him. He wore thick-rimmed glasses, and his sparse hair was neatly combed. He seemed quite detached from the world that was filled with a sense of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry).

This is Uncle Zhong, the nominal technical consultant for several electronics factories under the Huaqing Gang. He was a top student at Shanghai Jiaotong University in his early years, but later wandered to other places and worked for Song Jixiang.

Upon entering, Uncle Zhong bowed slightly and said, "Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Song Jixiang didn't speak, but simply raised his chin and pointed to the fax machine output.

Uncle Zhong immediately stepped forward, picked up the fax paper, and held it up to the lamp, reading it word by word, line by line, and character by character.

Time seemed to freeze in the oppressive air.

The only sounds were the faint hissing of burning cigar tobacco and Uncle Zhong's occasional swallowing.

Soon, his nose almost touched the paper, and his eyes behind his thick glasses moved rapidly along with the abstract square wave diagrams, hexadecimal encoding conversion tables, indentation length charts, and descriptions of the principles of the focusing servo system on the paper.

Gradually, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and each time he pulled at the paper, the thick sheets of paper rubbed against each other, making a low "crunching" sound.

Song Jixiang immediately stood up.

He realized he had gotten something good:

"Uncle Zhong?!"

Song Jixiang's deep voice carried a hint of oppressive inquiry.

"Good heavens!" Uncle Zhong looked up at him, his face filled with disbelief and horror.

When he spoke again, his dry voice was almost cracking, "I've really broadened my horizons today. I didn't know that CDs use this principle!"

Then he asked Song Jixiang in shock, "Boss, were these people poached from General Electric sent here?"

"General Electric has already developed a CD? If so, I suggest you don't get tempted to buy it; there's a market behind it..."

"This isn't from General Electric; it's from the Japanese. A younger brother of mine who stayed in the motherland obtained it through commercial espionage. It was a New Year's gift he gave me." Song Jixiang had already realized the value of this information, and his emotions became agitated.

He walked around the large desk, went to Uncle Zhong's side, and took the papers from him.
"You mean, this document is indeed the production data for CDs?"

Uncle Zhong nodded quickly: "Absolutely, its application principle is correct."

"Boss, if this isn't from General Electric, but from the Japanese, then... then this little brother of yours has delivered a gold mine to you!"

"I would say this is no ordinary situation; this is the kind of gold mine where you can mine a whole huge nugget of gold!"

Even though he's seen it all before, he's still incredibly excited.

He pointed almost incoherently to the top structural sketch of the optical readout head and carefully reported the technical details to Song Jixiang:
"Digital storage, laser reading, zero wear and tear! If this... if this thing works, record companies, radio stations, libraries... it will all be turned upside down! A hundred times better than current magnetic tapes! A thousand times better!"

"According to the technical specifications here, this CD retains the look of an old-fashioned record, but its size can be made smaller."

"It uses encoding to infuse information, but it abandons the past analog groove engraving method and uses a more precise laser etching to record sound using digital encoding. Theoretically, there is no mechanical wear, and the disc life is more advantageous."

"What is this? Boss! You must know, this is a clear advantage over cassette tapes!"

Song Jixiang picked up a bottle of XO and poured two glasses. He handed one to Uncle Zhong and said in a low voice, "Uncle Zhong, calm down." "You mean, with this, we don't need to make the tapes anymore..."

"Make cassette tapes? Make my ass cassette tapes!" Uncle Zhong downed the drink in his glass in one gulp.

"If this CD can be produced, it is destined to replace all current music media. It absolutely has the ability to end the dominance of records and tapes and become another legend that will dominate the global music market in the future!"

Song Jixiang's hands trembled slightly.

Although he was nominally the leader of the Huaqing Gang, he was actually nothing in the American industrial and capitalist sectors.

The Huaqing Gang is just a group of thugs who can fight and bully others. They can't make money on their own. Instead, Song Jixiang needs to find ways to make money to support them.

This is why the Huaqing Gang has been working so hard to run factories; Song Jixiang has to feed his pack of big-mouthed wolves, or he will be devoured.

So he asked, "With this information, can we make CDs? Can we produce them?"

Uncle Zhong nodded and then shook his head: "This is the complete book of principles. In theory, we have the production principles, so as long as we invest time and effort, we can make a complete set of production drawings."

"However, there is this problem: time waits for no one. If the Japanese have already produced the complete set of production materials ahead of time, then they have the supporting factories and can start production immediately..."

Song Jixiang pondered and said, "The Japanese shouldn't have that ability; they haven't broken through the relevant technologies for CD production and manufacturing yet."

"According to my brother, the Japanese made some technological breakthroughs, and Philips in West Germany also made some technological breakthroughs. The Japanese sent commercial spies to steal Philips' trade secrets."

"As a result, the industrial spy returned to our motherland with two documents, which are now in his hands."

Uncle Zhong's eyes lit up and he immediately said, "Quickly call Philips and tell them to guard against it at all costs. We absolutely cannot let the Japanese steal any more data."

"If you can get your hands on the complete set of production data, including the blueprints, then my engineers and I will be responsible for interpreting it, and then our factories will immediately switch to making movement mechanisms and CD pressing!"

"As long as we keep costs down, haha, we'll be rich!"

"Are those Japanese still struggling to make cassette players? With this, their entire home appliance industry will be completely overturned!"

He suddenly swung his arm, making a gesture as if snowflakes were falling from the sky.

Upon hearing this, Song Jixiang's slanted eyes, which had been worn smooth by the trials of the martial world and were no longer capable of revealing any emotion, suddenly widened.

He slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Then, wealth will flow in like water!"

Uncle Zhong laughed heartily: "That's right, money will be rolling in, boss! When we earn Franklin, we can fill up the San Francisco Bay!"

Beneath Song Jixiang's usually calm and composed face, every muscle tensed instantly.

His expression twisted for a moment.

The shrewdness that had been cultivated over many years crumbled at this moment, struck by a massive wave of pure self-interest.

He stared at the fax papers in his hand, the cold, lifeless technical symbols on them now all transformed into symbols of green banknotes.

money!
Money flowing in endlessly, an overwhelming amount!
That's enough money for him to truly wield influence in San Francisco, California, and throughout the Chinese community in North America!

A golden opportunity for the Huaqing Gang to completely whitewash itself and go ashore!
He didn't speak, and his expression quickly returned to calm.

Uncle Zhong barely managed to suppress his excitement and said, "Boss, detailed information..."

Song Jixiang pointed outside: "Go and wait for my news with A-Quan."

Once he was alone in the room, he quickly made an international call.

His sharp eyes swept over the San Francisco Bay Area map on the wall, pondering that it was time to hang up a map of California, or even the United States.

"……Hey?"

Qian Jin's voice finally came through the microphone.

"Brother Qian!" Song Jixiang's voice was instantly filled with warm laughter.

"I just received all the faxes. Thank you so much, brother. I never expected Brother Yang to introduce me to such a good brother as you."

"The gift you gave me is too big, too big! I also have a small token of my appreciation to give you in return!"

"I don't know if the domestic customs can handle the import of cars from overseas now. I'll inquire about it tomorrow. If it can, I'd like to give you a small gift."

"A Ford sedan!"

Qian Jin's heart skipped a beat.

Row.

Dealing with people like Song Jixiang from the Jianghu (江湖, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) is a pleasure.

The other party clearly already knew about the huge business opportunities hidden behind CDs, so this was a way of returning the favor.

Qian Jin paused for a moment on the other end of the phone, then replied with a warm smile: "Brother Song, you're going to too much trouble. We can talk about the car later. Do you like what's written on those papers?"

Song Jixiang's laughter grew even louder and more hearty, filled with sincerity and satisfaction: "Perfect, absolutely perfect!"

"Brother Qian, you're incredibly capable! I want to thank you for remembering me when you have good things to do. You really make people like you. Many people treat me, Song, like a chamber pot, using me when they need me and then discarding me when they don't."

"Brother Song, you flatter me. I'm glad you like it." Qian Jin said with a smile. "Actually, it's not that I have extraordinary abilities, it's that the country has real capabilities and great strength."

Song Jixiang nodded: "That's right, that's absolutely true. It's really amazing that you were able to get such information!"

Qian Jin said, "I have to admit that comrade brought back a complete set of materials, all of which were the most valuable things from the Japanese company Sony and the German company Philips, including design drafts, mold parameters, production line processes... the whole set!"

"Do you have the whole set?" Song Jixiang asked again, still not entirely convinced.

Qian Jin said confidently, "We have the whole set!"

The dull thud of a fist slamming on a table came through the microphone.

"And if you need it, Brother Song, I'll deliver it to you as soon as possible, free of charge, and I'll bring it to your door!" Qian Jin added.

Song Jixiang's palms immediately started sweating as he held the microphone.

too excited.

This Brother Qian is straightforward in his dealings and speaks with great generosity.

Everything is free, no charge whatsoever!

But as a veteran who has been in the business world for decades, he understands the truth that everything in this world is nothing more than a transaction.

Now that a huge weight has been placed on the other side of the scale, he must immediately know what the other party wants to exchange.

"Brother, now that we've said this much, if I were to pretend to be confused, I wouldn't be human!" Song Jixiang's voice suddenly turned somber, and his laughter vanished instantly.

"Tell me, what do you need me to do? Don't worry, just say the word. No matter how big the problem is, I'll sell everything I own to get it done for you!"

Qian Jin didn't expect this guy to be so straightforward.

This made him, who had been dealing with leaders and listening to them speak in riddles all the time, feel quite uncomfortable.

Of course, he had ulterior motives for giving Song Jixiang this thing.

But he couldn't reveal his plot as Song Jixiang demanded, otherwise he would fall into Song Jixiang's trap.

So he continued at his own pace, saying casually, "Brother Song, look at yourself, what are you saying?"

"Back then, those lowlife Japanese from Kawasaki Heavy Industries tried to swindle our country's foreign exchange, and it was you who introduced me to a law firm to deal with them."

"I will remember this favor for the rest of my life! I will never forget who helped me, in Haibin City, and in our country during the most difficult time!"

Song Jixiang laughed heartily: "Good, good brother."

Qian Jin continued, "Don't worry, I don't need your help with anything. I will take all the documents abroad and give them to you."

"But you'll have to wait a few days, about a week or so. We're going to Zurich, Switzerland to sue those Japanese guys from Kawasaki Heavy Industries. I'll mail the documents to you from abroad then..."

"Oh, this isn't over yet?" Song Jixiang fell into his rhythm.

Qian Jin immediately said, "Those Japanese devils are shameless! Damn it, they were the ones who wanted to cheat us, but we found out about the problem. According to the contract, they should pay compensation."

"As a result, they stubbornly refused to admit their mistakes and wanted to become deadbeats. The law firm you introduced to me has already taken them to the International Court of Justice, and the trial will be held in Switzerland in a week."

“I have to go to court and fight this tough battle again—the Japanese legal team has declared that they will nail China’s manufacturing industry, along with the dignity of us Chinese people, to the pillar of shame for being ‘technologically inferior and barbaric’ in order to preserve their reputation.”

He paused, then his steely resolve pierced through the airwaves: "We will win this case!"

"Furthermore, I want Kawasaki Heavy Industries to return all the compensation they swallowed, including interest! If possible, I'll even ruin their reputation in the international market! Make them so that everyone who buys Japanese goods will have a thorn in their side!"

"Aren't their electronic products amazing? Aren't their semiconductor technologies amazing? I'll show consumers all over the world that they're a bunch of scoundrels!"

In the office across the Pacific, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the aroma of cigar embers seemed to solidify.

Song Jixiang squinted, his heart pounding with excitement.

Qian Jin's last words resonated with him.

As far as he knew, the Japanese and West Germany were at the forefront of CD technology research.

These will be his two biggest competitors.

Now that Qian Jin wants to severely damage the reputation of the Japanese in the fields of electronics and semiconductors, they are comrades in arms.

They share a common tactical objective!
Song Jixiang slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Night had just begun in San Francisco. The red lanterns of Chinatown blurred into crimson dots on the streets below, and the Golden Gate Bridge was reduced to a hazy black silhouette in the thick fog.

The faint light from the sea outside the window reflected in his deep eyes like tiny sparks of phosphorescence.

"Understood." Song Jixiang said through gritted teeth, "Brother Qian, the Japanese devils have committed countless atrocities against our own people, and we must avenge them! Not just avenge them, but make them pay double!"

"Resisting Japan is your responsibility, and it is also my responsibility. It is the responsibility of the hundreds of millions of Chinese people in China, and it is the responsibility of the millions of overseas Chinese!"

"Tell me, how are you going to deal with them?"

Qian Jin said, "As long as the Robert Hayes team at the law firm you introduced me to performs normally and doesn't make any dirty deals with the Japanese, we're guaranteed to win this case!"

"Now that we've got this in the bag, we need to find a way to hype it up. We need to contact as many media outlets as possible and get as many newspapers as possible to report on it, so they'll be humiliated all over the world!"

Song Jixiang burst into loud laughter: "Brother, great minds think alike!"

"I think so too!"

He whirled around, his back to the huge, blurry shadow of the window, facing the open global atlas on the table, his eyes like a hawk locking onto its prey:
"You might not know this in China, but the US and Japan are at odds. They've been watching the Japanese dumping cars and steel for ages, and they're furious but can't find a way to vent their anger."

"You and I have a blood feud with those Japanese devils, and now the factories and enterprises of the American empire have a blood feud with those Japanese devils just as bad!"

How could Qian Jin not know about this?

Japan's manufacturing industry is now sweeping the globe, becoming a challenger to the established manufacturing giants of the American empire. Their electronics are advanced, their semiconductor technology is mature, and their cars are durable and fuel-efficient.

In short, the Japanese did indeed possess overwhelming manufacturing strength in the early 1980s, and they caused the American manufacturing industry to suffer repeated defeats.

That's why he asked Song Jixiang for help.

Because Song Jixiang is in the United States, he can conveniently contact a group of enemies of enemies.

Song Jixiang also thought of this, and said, "Brother, I'll take action tomorrow—no, I'm going to visit a few senior executives at the newspaper tonight."

"Hmph, I'm going to invite every reporter from the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, the Associated Press, Reuters... any newspaper or radio station I can talk to and make a fuss about!"

"Get me a summary of this matter in English and fax it over. I want to spread the news all over America that 'Japanese companies are concealing technology, shirking responsibility, and disregarding human life'!"

"Heh heh, and those so-called standards 'made' by the Japanese behind them, I knew all along that they were all dirty stuff that couldn't be brought to light!"

"I'm going to take this opportunity to have the American news media expose everything about it! I'll give it global exposure! I guarantee it'll make even those bloodsuckers on Wall Street restless! I'll turn the world upside down!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, lit a cigar, stood in front of the French windows, and began waving at the reflection in the glass.

"Furthermore, I will personally go to Switzerland!" Song Jixiang said decisively. "I want to sit in the courtroom and watch those Japanese devils put on a show. Trying to play dirty tricks? Trying to seduce our lawyers? Give them a damn! Let's see who dares to flatter us!"

“Oh, they might also try to bribe the judge, or tamper with the chain of evidence; these are things they’ve done before.”

At this point, the big boss grinned ruthlessly, exhaling a puff of cigar smoke: "Heh heh, not a chance!"

"Brother Song!" Qian Jin's voice came through the microphone, filled with excitement and joy. "This matter depends on you. The people of Haibin City will remember this favor!"

"Stop with these formalities, we're brothers, and even more so, flowers blooming on the same vine!" Song Jixiang waved his hand, blending his chivalrous spirit with his patriotism. "No need for further words, we'll have plenty of opportunities to talk once we get to Switzerland!"

“Alright! It’s a deal!” Qian Jin’s voice was also full of enthusiasm.

At the same time, he didn't forget the key point: "I'll take all the CD-related materials to Switzerland for you."

"This way, you've saved me the cost of a courier service, haha. Speaking of which, international courier services are unreliable and expensive; it's really better to deliver the goods in person!"

“Absolutely right, brother. New year, new beginnings. Let’s make this game a resounding success right from the start!” Song Jixiang slammed the microphone onto the telephone.

He didn't sit back in the spacious leather chair, but stood there in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking at the brightly lit streets outside, he reviewed the events of the evening.

Finally, he exclaimed, "This Brother Qian is quite a character!"

(End of this chapter)