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Chapter 132 To destroy someone, first make them mad! (Third update!)

"...In conclusion, the American people's target should be Syria, as you mentioned, Mr. Lin."

"Next, northern Iraq, southeastern Türkiye, and northern Syria will likely descend into chaos."

"Mr. Lin, we need your help!"

Seeing the message pop up on QQ, Lin Yi subconsciously frowned.

Then, with a pained expression, he turned on his computer, activated the VPN, and searched for relevant information on Twitter, Facebook, and the official Turkish website.

Because it was released by the Turkish government itself, it wasn't hard to find.

After finding relevant media reports, he opened the message Ahmed had sent him, compared the message with the photos, and read it word by word.

He caught a familiar scent between the lines.

It's the CIA.

If it weren't for the CIA's interference, he would have his name Lin Yi spelled backwards.

Knowing that the CIA was behind it, Lin Yi's attention then turned to why the CIA would do such a thing.

Türkiye joined NATO in 1952 in order to break free from Soviet control.

As of January 2010, the entire NATO organization had 28 members.

Although Türkiye is not very obedient, that treaty still has its uses at times.

It's not time to completely break ties yet, so why is America doing this?
Did I eat too much?
Lin Yi scrolled to the top of the news and started reading it again from the beginning.

As he was looking through the news, a very inconspicuous sentence in the section on estimated losses caught his attention.

[Due to the explosion, the Fatah Sultan Mohammed Bridge will undergo repairs for the foreseeable future. During this period, cargo ships transiting the Bosphorus Strait will be subject to restrictions and strict inspections. For details regarding the inspections, please visit the next webpage…]

The news report was several thousand words long, and the main focus of the Turkish government's coverage was on the rescue efforts.

The addition of interviews from the explosion site made this text, inserted within the narrative, seem quite insignificant.

After studying for a moment, Lin Yi was redirected to the corresponding webpage.

He jumped over it and found something fun.

To pass through the two Turkish straits, you need to fill out the information 30 days in advance and then wait for notification to allow passage.

The official release time is estimated to be around 40 to 50 days.

The entire policy will remain in effect until the bridge is fully repaired.

It is expected to take about 6 to 10 months.

In other words, before 2011, the passage efficiency of all kinds of ships entering and leaving the Black Sea will be greatly reduced.

The largest and most important cargo in the Black Sea is grain.

Having reached this conclusion, Lin Yi had a guess in his mind. He closed the official Turkish report, entered the official website of the New York Stock Exchange, and was redirected.

Unlike stock trading in China, in America's stock trading, green represents an increase and red represents a decrease.

Amidst the sea of ​​red on the NYSE, two companies' green bars stood out starkly, with single-day gains of an astonishing 4.56% and 4.73%.

Clicking on the image will take you to the next page, where Lin Yi will see the stock codes of the two companies.

ADM.

BG.

ADM, short for Archer Daniels Midland, is the "A" in the ABCD group of four major grain traders.

BG, short for Bunge, is the B in the four major grain traders of ABCD.

The other C is Cargill, controlled by the Cargill family and foundation. It is the world's largest privately held company and refuses to go public.

D stands for Louis Dreyfus Company, a French company and a private enterprise owned by the Louis Dreyfus family. Only a portion of its subsidiaries have been spun off and listed on the stock exchange.

Looking at the stocks of these two companies, Lin Yi finally understood why the Americans would make such a foolish move.

No, this is not a foolish move.

This is a little trick to make money.

If the masters are short of money, what's wrong with the servants doing a little more work?
After closing the website, Lin Yi switched to the chat window. After a moment's thought, he typed the following in the chat box:
"It was done by the Americans. It's a familiar tactic for them: first, they use public opinion to win over a group of people, then get these people to speak out everywhere, so that more people who are unaware of the situation, as well as those with ulterior motives, will get involved."

“As soon as the event started, they took the opportunity to cause trouble and escalate the situation.”

"Once they expand, they can leverage international public opinion to get involved."

"But this time their target isn't Türkiye, or even you."

"If we have to categorize you, then you can only be considered as the worms that were caught in the crossfire."

After sending a few words, the other side immediately sent a bunch of question marks.

Before the other party could speak again, Lin Yi sent another message:

"It's grain!"

"According to the data I just received, Russia exported a total of about 2140 million tons of grain last year, 2009, including about 1650 million tons of wheat, about 380 million tons of barley, and about 110 million tons of corn and rye combined."

"His brother, Ukraine exported a total of about 2480 million tons of grain last year, including about 1050 million tons of wheat, about 680 million tons of barley, and about 750 million tons of corn."

"Even in January, the month with the least grain, more than 2.5 million tons of grain passed through the Turkish Straits."

"Now that January is over, the incident in the strait will affect transportation in the next few months, from March to August."

"In the last few months of last year, Russia and Ukraine exported a total of 2845 million tons of grain."

“Now that there’s been an incident in the Strait, the number of cases certainly won’t reach that level, but the population is increasing and the demand for food won’t decrease. How high do you think the price of food will rise?”

Najaf, Iraq (underground).

Looking at the numbers popping up on the computer screen, and the question marks following those numbers.

Sadr and the others were completely stunned.

No one understands hunger better than them.

An economist once said that when the supply of food in the market decreases by 10%, sellers will not only raise prices by 10%, but will continue to raise prices until 10% of people can no longer afford it.

Of course, this is just a rough figure, merely an economist's guess.

The reality is that wealthy people get advance notice and buy up all the food, leaving far more than 10% of the population without enough food.

Russia and Ukraine's main grain export targets are the Middle East, Africa, and Europe.

Unfortunately, Iraq is also in the Middle East, and the wars of recent years have severely reduced Iraq's food self-sufficiency rate.

If Black Sea grain exports are disrupted, Iraq will also be affected.

And it's huge.

At that time, the unfortunate ones will be hundreds of millions of people in the Middle East, Africa, and Europe.

Compared to these hundreds of millions of people, the few thousand members of the Sadr organization are, as Lin Yi said, like insects caught while trying to catch a rabbit.

Little Sader stood in the darkness, taking deep breaths repeatedly, then exhaling.

He repeated this several times, then took a step forward, moving into the dim light, placed his hand on Fahbad's shoulder, and said:
"Ask Mr. Lin what we should do, or rather, what do we need to do?"

Suzhou.

Lin Yi sat in front of the computer, looking at the messages that kept popping up on QQ, and subconsciously touched his chin.

He gently picked at his stubble with his fingernails, lost in thought.

What do we need them to do?
What should we do? We're not really an official, are we just going to let them fight us to the death?

Even if you ask the other party to fight to the death, they will most likely find an excuse to refuse and then pretend to be dead.

But he couldn't really let the other party confront the Americans head-on. However, if he didn't say something at this moment, he might lose his composure.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yi began to type:
"You don't need to do anything, or rather, there's not much you can do, and whether you do it or not won't make a difference."

"So, you should all take care of yourselves."

An emoji was added after the text.

It's a big fist giving a thumbs up.

After sending the message, the chat box displayed "typing in progress" for half a day.

Just as Lin Yi was waiting for the long message from the other person, a very simple message popped up in the chat box.

“There is a lot we can do.”

"The energy we can utilize is far beyond your imagination."

From these simple words, Lin Yi could see the anger of the person who typed them—the anger of being looked down upon.

Lin Yi first typed a question mark and sent it out.

After a while, he typed another message and sent it:
"Sure?"

"Sure!"

"Are you really sure? Are you sure you can do whatever we ask?"

"Sure!"

The series of confirmations left Lin Yi momentarily at a loss; he couldn't afford to let his public image crumble, at least not now.

So he picked up a pen and paper and racked his brains to figure out how to assign tasks to the person opposite him.

This task cannot be too difficult, nor can it be too easy.

Otherwise, the other party will look down on you.

The pen rises and falls on the paper, and with each stroke, a word appears.

After a long time, these words finally came together to form a complete sentence.

[Create false demand for food, drive up food prices rapidly, and cause some trouble for ABCD.]

This operation requires a genuine food-deficient organization to step forward and purchase food from ABCD, and also needs to involve either Russia or Ukraine.

In addition, someone needs to hold back others to prevent them from blindly entering the market and taking over the losses of ABCD.

In just three months, when the new year's grain harvest is approaching or about to begin, ABCD will choose to dump the milk.

If possible, it would be best if OPEC countries joined in by dumping dollars during this period.

If you don't want to spend US dollars, you can buy shares of companies A and B, and then sell them when you find an opportunity.

Lin Yi strung the words together into sentences, read them twice to make sure they were enough to express his meaning, and then typed the text into the chat box. After checking, he clicked send.

Sending the message was very simple; it only took two or three seconds for the chat box to pop up a message indicating that the message had been successfully sent.

But the other person didn't reply.

There hasn't been any.

More than half an hour later, when Lin Yi was about to send a message to cancel the so-called mission, a new message came from the other side:

"Mr. Lin, thank you for your support. We will take on this task."

"Now, just wait and see what happens!"

Even though it was just text, Lin Yi could still tell from the excitement that Khalid and the others felt when they typed it.

To be honest, he was also very excited.

After all, they are the world's four largest grain traders, controlling nearly 90% of the global grain trade.

Being able to fight these people would be a source of pride and a great brag.

Lin Yi did not reply to the last message, but silently closed the software and logged off.

A big shot should act like one. He knows he's very busy and can only spare a little time to chat with the other person.

After shutting down his computer and sitting in his chair for a while, Lin Yi stood up, grabbed his phone, and left the office.

The Japanese shipment is urgent, so I need to keep an eye on it. Also, I need to make sure I don't install parts from the previous batch; it doesn't matter if it explodes in Japan.

But if it explodes when resold domestically, then I will definitely be promoted immediately.

After changing into the workshop's work clothes at the entrance and showing off in front of the mirror, Lin Yi naturally walked into the workshop.

As soon as Lin Yi entered, Tang Cheng, the deputy production supervisor of the rice cooker workshop, immediately approached him, following behind with a fawning expression:

"Boss, what brings you to the workshop today?"

"How's the shipment progressing?" Lin Yi didn't beat around the bush and went straight to asking what he wanted to know most.

Hearing his boss inquire about the goods, Tang Cheng pointed to the warehouse with his right hand:
"The first batch of parts arrived on the afternoon of the 2nd, and production took two days, the 3rd and 4th."

"Number 3's production capacity was not fully utilized, only producing a little over 13,000 units. Everyone is familiar with Number 4, so its production capacity was fully utilized, producing a total of 21,000 units."

"So far, we have produced more than 15,000, and by the time we get off work, we will have produced about 25,000."

"By the evening of the 7th, about 100,000 should be enough."

"But boss, our warehouse can't hold that much stock. You need to contact the client now and have them arrange for containers to be loaded."

"If it's late, we'll have to leave the goods outside."

"There will be problems."

While they were talking, the two had already gone up to the second floor and walked to the production line.

The new production line operates very quickly, faster than any deadly assembly line Lin Yi had ever seen in his previous life.

Even faster than the assembly line are the hands of the skilled workers at their stations.

At that moment, their hands danced in afterimages, a sight that made Lin Yi swallow hard.

After the trial run, he visited the workshop several times, but even when he was producing products for Ahmed, he had never seen such a scene.

After watching for a long time, Lin Yi rolled up his sleeves and walked towards one of the workstations, ready to try out this deadly assembly line. But as he approached the workstation, before he could even reach out, the worker slapped him away.

"Get out of the way, you're blocking my way! Go play over there!"

"No!" Lin Yi was stunned. He wanted to curse, but the worker who slapped his hand away was focused on the product.

I didn't even look at him.

At this moment, Tang Cheng walked over and pointed at the workers:
"Ever since Liu Daneng said that there would be no holiday for the Spring Festival, but triple pay, three meals a day, and a 1,000 yuan red envelope, they have been like this."

"To be honest, if I didn't check their health every day after get off work, I would have suspected that they had turned into robots."

"But it's all good, at least we can get the goods out of the factory."

Tang Cheng's words made Lin Yi focus his attention back on the production line and on the workers' movements.

As products arrive at the assembly line, workers, with parts in one hand and tools in the other, precisely place each part into its designated spot.

The tools in their hands were also applied to the product with precision.

In just two or three seconds, the screws are tightened, or the areas requiring soldering are successfully soldered.

The product returns to the assembly line and moves on to the next workstation.

He even saw a woman taking out her phone to reply to a message during her work breaks.

What a ruthless person!
(End of this chapter)