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Chapter 515 Kidnapping? On the surface, it's an air conditioner, but in reality, it's a speaker!
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yansen precisely pulled out a document from a pile of files on his left and casually ticked it off on the plan list.

Xingyuan Technology has already prepared dozens of similar industry-university-research cooperation projects, such as jointly building new energy materials research centers with the engineering colleges of Luzhou University of Science and Technology and Huazhong University of Science and Technology, or forming joint R&D laboratories with the Huazhong University of Science and Technology Association and its affiliated research institutes.

As for the laboratory in the Virtual Academy, it was just the most inconspicuous one among them.

Once he has thoroughly mastered the basic patented technology, with his strong mental strength, he might be able to deduce a more advanced lithography machine solution, or even iterate on a more advanced chip manufacturing equipment.

Plan ahead!

Mr. Chen doesn't want to one day be held hostage by semiconductor associations in Europe and the United States.

"Take it one step at a time; you can't rush things."

Chen Yansen squinted, calmly pondering.

at the same time.

Chun Shen, State Guest House.

Old Chen sat on a small stool by the door, a smile on his lips, his fingers occasionally swiping across the screen.

“Huizhen, Douyin is really fun, it’s a pity you’ve never seen it. Last time I burned an Orange X2 for you, it’s the latest smartphone from our son’s company.”

"Oh no, I forgot to burn you a copy of the instruction manual. You've only ever used Nokia phones before, what are we going to do?"

After scrolling through Douyin for a while, Chen Guobin suddenly stopped, his eyes glazed over, his face alternating between excitement and pallor, muttering to himself.

Thinking of this, Old Chen quickly turned on his computer, used Lingxi Search to find a comprehensive guide to using smartphones, and then photocopied it.

Then, he closed the bookstore and rushed to the cemetery in Beishan.

Chen Guobin drove the BMW X5 that his son had given him, and in no time at all, he was out of Jinghuai Gate.

But he didn't notice that there was a white van following behind him.

Behind the van was a Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle.

“Brother Yong, there’s something wrong with that white van up ahead. It’s taking the same route as the boss’s father at every one of the four intersections.”

The young man in the driver's seat was named Zhang Tong. He served in the army for eight years and then received a generous demobilization allowance before returning to his hometown.

He initially joined the fire brigade, but ran away because he thought the salary was too low. By chance, he joined Fengjun Security Company.

My monthly base salary is 8,000 yuan, and with overtime pay, bonuses and subsidies, my pre-tax income is around 15,000 yuan.

It may not seem like much, but it's several times more than my previous salary at the fire station.

"Pass it, and if it's still following at the next intersection, force it to stop." After staring at the van for a few seconds, Wang Qinyong vaguely sensed something was wrong.

His experience was similar to Zhang Tong's. After retiring from the military, he did not take the exams to become an inspector or firefighter. Instead, he went abroad and spent five or six years at Dewei and Huaxin.

Two years ago, I heard that a security company called 'Wind Falcon' had been established in South Africa, offering better benefits, so I switched jobs and went there.

To his surprise, the company sent him to a small county town in Huian, where he spent his days watching over Chen Guobin near the bookstore.

He felt like he was burning his hands with an income of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a month.

Because Old Chen lives a very disciplined life, going back and forth between two points, he's so self-disciplined that he only goes to Beishan Cemetery occasionally.

"Okay, Brother Yong."

Zhang Tong stared intently at the van in front of him.

Besides the two of them, there were three other security personnel inside the car.

Two teams, totaling ten people, take turns each day to ensure Chen Guobin's safety.

When the white van drove past Jinghuai Road, it still chose the same direction as Lao Chen.

Immediately, everyone became vigilant!

Before Wang Qinyong could give any instructions, Zhang Tong slammed on the gas, increasing the speed to 100 kilometers per hour. In the blink of an eye, he overtook the white van and then slowly slowed down.

No matter how the van changed lanes, Zhang Tong always blocked it from the front.

At this moment, a black Santana overtook the Mercedes-Benz van and the white minivan, chasing after the BMW X5 at the front.

Wang Qinyong glanced at the license plate but didn't say anything.

After Zhang Tong cut the van off four times, it suddenly stopped.

Zhang Tong immediately stopped the car, pulled out a steel baton from the passenger seat, and got out with a stern face.

The driver in the van saw that the other party was alone and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

The car door was pushed open with a bang, and three figures filed out, each rubbing their hands together, clearly intending to teach Zhang Tong a lesson.

But as soon as the three of them got close, they saw four more people get out of the Mercedes.

Three against five, the enemy outnumbers us.

"Damn it! Do you even know how to drive?"

Of the three people who got out of the van, the one in the lead had a side-parted hairstyle, wore a gray sweatshirt, and was cursing under his breath.

Zhang Tong ignored him, walked past the three men, and headed straight for the van.

"What the hell! Are you pretending not to hear me when I talk to you?"

The three men's expressions changed drastically, and they turned to try to stop Zhang Tong, but were blocked by Wang Qinyong and the other three.

Zhang Tong yanked open the van door and saw sacks, ropes, and tape under the back seats, and a black plastic bag on the seat.

He reached out, picked up the bag, and opened it. Inside was a towel and a bottle of dark brown, unidentified liquid.

The moment the bottle cap was unscrewed, a pungent odor wafted out, like alcohol mixed with the sour smell of rotten fruit, making one feel nauseous.

It's ether!
Zhang Tong quickly tightened the cap, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes: This month's bonus is secure!

He stuffed the ether into his pocket, then pulled out a baton from behind him and quickly turned back.

Wang Qinyong and his three companions immediately understood, and in unison pulled out stun guns, pressed the switches, and the "buzzing" sound of electricity pierced the air as they stabbed the three men in the van in the abdomen.

"My darn thing!"

The three instinctively dodged backward, some kicking, others swinging their fists wildly. But the tallest of the three was only a little over 1.7 meters, two were thin, and one was fat; they were no match for Wang Qinyong and his group.

In less than thirty seconds, they were all lying on the ground, their hands and feet bound behind their backs with cable ties.

"Xiao Zhang, what's going on?" Wang Qinyong asked Zhang Tong after he had finished dealing with the situation.

"There were sacks, ropes, tape, and ether in the vehicle."

Zhang Tong merely stated his position without offering any opinion.

"We went to catch wild boars, who are you people? What right do you have to tie us up?"

A middle-aged man on the ground shouted.

"Using ether to catch wild boars, that's interesting." Wang Qinyong grinned, took out his phone, and called the staff at the patrol station.

Not long after, the black Santana that had just driven by returned, and two uniformed patrol officers got out.

"Mr. Wang, have you gotten any information?" Ding Hekun is a patrol inspector in Chun Shen.

"There were sacks, ropes, duct tape, and ether in the car. They said they were going to catch wild boars," Wang Qinyong said truthfully.

Catch wild boars?
What a fool!

They didn't even bring hunting traps or snares.

The three men lying on the ground caught sight of the inspector, and their hearts sank as if they had been doused with ice water.

Despair spread through his limbs and bones, and all that remained in his eyes was deep terror.

They were just about to make a big deal, and it failed?
“Let’s take him back first. My colleague is keeping an eye on Mr. Chen,” Ding Hekun decided immediately without further ado.

"Thank you for your hard work." Wang Qinyong nodded, led Zhang Tong and the others into the car, and headed towards the location of the BMW X5.

……

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At 4:50 p.m., Chen Yansen was about to leave work when his cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Wang Qinyong.

Three minutes later, after listening to Wang Qinyong's description, Chen Yansen calmly said, "Everyone's bonus will be increased tenfold this month."

"Thank you, boss." Wang Qinyong's face lit up with joy, and he immediately replied.

Why work as a bodyguard for rich people? Isn't it all about the money?
Chen Yansen immediately offered a tenfold bonus, which was equivalent to almost half a year's salary for him.

He would love to encounter a kidnapping like this every day.

"Are there really people this bold?"

Chen Yansen put away his phone and shook his head helplessly.

He didn't pay much attention to it.

According to the investigation information from the patrol station, they were just three gamblers who had lost everything and wanted to get some money from Old Chen.

the other side.

After burning the instruction manual for Liang Huizhen, Chen Guobin got into the driver's seat of his BMW X5, humming the song his wife loved most, and drove home contentedly.

Throughout the journey, he had no idea that someone had tried to harm him earlier that day.

In fact, Chen Yansen had no intention of telling him.

……

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The following morning, Haier launched a new product: the Casarte Yunzhen Smart Refrigerator, a French door refrigerator with a capacity of 435 liters.

The front features a 13-inch touchscreen that can connect to the internet, download apps, and even browse TikTok and play games.

In addition, it has added a Moss voice interaction function, which can remind users of information such as the shelf life of ingredients.

Price: 16999 yuan!
"It's too cheap, I won't buy it! If it were 26999 yuan, I might consider it."

"Get one for my mom so she can watch Douyin while cooking!"

"Hilarious! Dude upstairs, you could actually have Moss chat with your mom."

Netizens were discussing it animatedly.

Following this, Rongshida announced on its official Weibo account that it will soon launch a smart air conditioner equipped with a speaker and the Moss voice assistant.

"An air conditioner that can play music?"

"Stephen Chow was too ahead of his time! On the surface, it's an air conditioner, but in reality, it's a speaker!"

"Home appliances these days are getting more and more outrageous!"

What's even more outrageous is that many netizens said they would buy Rongshida products if they dared to manufacture them.

Under Chen Yansen's influence, smart home appliances have developed rapidly. WIFI and remote control functions are basic operations, and putting a tablet computer in the refrigerator has become a routine operation.

The reason is simple: the Casarte Yunzhen Smart Refrigerator sold more than 1000 units as soon as it was launched.

Home appliance manufacturers don't care about netizens' ridicule; a good product is one that can be sold.

Upon learning of the sales success of Casarte's new product, Rongshida Chairman Jin Junhua immediately decided to follow suit and planned to launch a double-door refrigerator with an embedded 15.6-inch touchscreen, targeting the mid-range market.

The application scope of the Tiangong T100 chip has also expanded from smart speakers to air conditioners, refrigerators, air purifiers and smart toilets.

Chen Yansen didn't care about any of that; he would sell the chip and voice interaction engine technology to whoever paid him.

After having lunch on November 27, he took a plane to Shanghai.

　Godfathers, Chapter 3 is in trouble again. I'm still writing it, and I estimate it won't be finished until 2 or 3 a.m.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)