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Chapter 141 We'll Swallow It All! (Third Update!)
News of the riots in Basra reached Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, immediately.

When he learned that the four major grain merchants' grain warehouses in Basra had been looted as planned, Saeed was overjoyed and drank several more large glasses of fermented grape juice.

In addition, Musa also brought him another piece of news.

That is, in this attack, the Justice League used a unique gas cylinder, while the other armed group that attacked the food warehouse used a rice cooker.

This is unexpected news.

Sayed placed the wine glass on the bar, turned around, leaned against the bar, crossed his arms, and calmly looked at his brothers in front of him:
"Musa, continue investigating along this line of inquiry. You must find out where these two things came from."

"Sall, after you leave here, go and issue a notice stating that due to changes in the international situation and for our own security reasons, we have decided to increase oil production."

"Abdullah, continue negotiating the grain bidding with the four major grain merchants. Also, keep an eye on Egypt. Don't let those idiots take over."

“The warehouses of the four major grain traders in Basra were bombed, so they will definitely have to move grain from other places.”

"Try to get it out of your hands, and then pass it on to the Justice League."

"Let them blow up those grain warehouses."

In just a few words, the three of them received their respective tasks.

Abdullah was the first to get up and leave; he had to go and stop those idiots in Egypt.

Saller was the second. He approached Said, lowered his voice, and whispered:
"If we increase oil production, what will Russia do...?"

When asked about Russia's thoughts, Said remained remarkably calm, waving his hand dismissively and saying, "Ignore them!"

"They still haven't solved that huge mess in Syria. We're increasing oil production, and they can only watch from the sidelines."

"Moreover, there is a high probability that they will follow suit."

“If they don’t follow suit, Europe might come to us to buy oil, and they won’t even get the money they’re supposed to receive.”

Having received his brother's analysis, Saller nodded and turned to leave.

In the end, only Musa was left.

He naturally walked over to Sayyid, wanting to hear his cousin's analysis, but as soon as he leaned in, Sayyid calmly said:
"Get a batch of equipment and send it to the Justice League."

"Then don't hide it from Iran, deliver it in front of the Iranians."

As the Minister of Defense, Musa naturally supported his cousin's decision wholeheartedly.

But supporting him doesn't mean he agrees to do it.

After all, that's a bit unfair.

They had just agreed to cooperate in the operation, to advance and retreat together.

Your subsequent attempts to sow discord are really going too far.

However, what can he do when he is a Saudi citizen and a prince?

As a prince of Saudi Arabia, if he doesn't support his own country, why would he support someone else?
After resting his chin on his hand and thinking for a moment, Musa suddenly snapped his fingers:
"I think we should send more heavy weapons over to show the Justice League and the Iranians our sincerity."

Upon hearing this suggestion, Said was a little taken aback. But when he did, a sly grin spread across his face, and he tapped Musa's shoulder repeatedly with his fingers: "You little rascal!"

"Go!"

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The four major grain traders have approximately 30 tons of grain in their Basra warehouses in Iraq.

Of the 30 tons of grain, about 15 tons should have remained after the locals in Basra looted it.

However, behind those who looted the grain were some people with ulterior motives who burned all the grain.

In other words, the four major grain traders lost a total of approximately 30 tons of grain in Iraq.

According to other sources, the four major grain traders are shipping grain from Europe and Africa.

As of yesterday, February 8th, food prices have tripled compared to before the incident in the Turkish Straits.

If we suffer two more attacks, the food shortage will widen further.

They'll become even crazier then.

Mr. Lin, just wait for our good news!

In the office of the Xiaomi Heavy Machinery Plant Manager, Lin Yi, dressed in a sharp suit, sat in front of the monitor, looking at the messages popping up in the chat box, and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

These people are really ruthless.

One is more ruthless than the other.

In his lament, he finally understood why food prices had suddenly risen in the past two days.

It turns out that it was these bastards who were making a scene over there.

Of course, this is China.

Those grain merchants who raised prices got punched in the face less than two hours after posting their prices.

During the Lunar New Year, the sudden increase in food prices is truly unbearable.

After expressing his feelings, Lin Yi placed both hands on the keyboard and typed a message to the person opposite him:

Keep it up! If all goes well, we'll have something good for you soon.

After sending the message, he logged out of QQ.

I opened the desk drawer, and it was filled with envelopes.

The envelope was bulging, at least one centimeter thick.

Lin Yi found a milk bag, stuffed all the dozens of envelopes into it, patted it down, and then got up, walked out of his office, and into the finance office across the street.

In the finance office, Ji Shuangshuang was putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

It's a rather mature makeup look. This makeup completely transforms someone who was originally quite cute and charming, making them appear mature and sophisticated.

Lin Yi pulled out the thickest envelope and slammed it on the table: "Your New Year's red envelope."

The heavy envelope was slammed onto the table with a crisp snap.

As a professional accountant, Ji Shuangshuang could tell at a glance how much money was in an envelope, even if it was wrapped in an envelope.

2 yuan!

She held the eyebrow pencil forward, then gently pulled the envelope backward with her elbow. The heavy envelope rolled smoothly into the drawer and disappeared inside.

"Wait two minutes!"

After saying that, Ji Shuangshuang sped up her makeup routine.

Two minutes later, she stood up and gave Lin Yi an intellectual smile.

"Does it look good?"

That smile made Lin Yi momentarily lose his senses. In a daze, he seemed to see Ji Shuangshuang at 30 years old, the kind of makeup she loved to wear back then.

"Beautiful!" Lin Yi didn't hold back his praise, giving two thumbs up: "You would look even better if you wore a white suit, white silk stockings, and white high heels."

His suggestion earned him a glare from Ji Shuangshuang.

After turning off everything that could be turned off in the office and checking it again to make sure there were no omissions, Ji Shuangshuang pushed Lin Yi out.

Passing by the technical department, Lin Yi pushed open the door and walked in, slapping a series of envelopes in front of Cao Bin and the others:

"Chinese New Year red envelopes".

"Be careful when you go out with money, and don't let it show, or you'll have to change your pants."

After giving red envelopes to the people in the technical department, Lin Yi carried the bag downstairs.

There weren't many people eligible to receive the red envelopes, and in just half an hour, Lin Yi had given away all the red envelopes in his hand.

He had just finished handing out red envelopes when his phone rang. He turned on the screen, and saw a somewhat unfamiliar name—Secretary Xue Hongchang.

After waiting for his phone to ring for a while, Lin Yi finally answered it. Once connected, he immediately greeted the person on the other end with a hint of obsequiousness:

"Secretary Xue, we'll be there soon!"

The moment he finished speaking, Xue Hongchang's roar came through the phone:

"You're almost there? I'm right in front of your Xiaomi Heavy Industry factory. I saw your car still parked in the parking lot. You're telling me you're almost there?"

"Get out here right now!"

Lin Yi turned around while holding the phone and immediately spotted the Volkswagen car not far from the gate.

There was also Xue Hongchang standing next to the Volkswagen, making a phone call.

That's enough.

With a sigh, Lin Yi pushed Ji Shuangshuang into the beat-up Santana, started the car, and slowly drove up to Xue Hongchang's car.

As soon as the two met, Xue Hongchang opened the back door of Lin Yi's Santana and went straight to sit in the back seat:
"Can you find the Suzhou Grand Theatre?"

"Yes!" After recalling the direction, Lin Yi turned the car around and drove north.

At a traffic light intersection, Lin Yi stopped the car and turned to Xue Hongchang to ask:

"Secretary Xue, it's still early, why are you suddenly calling and telling me to hurry over?"

When asked why, Xue Hongchang couldn't help but close his eyes, then tapped his brow with his phone: "Look what you've done!"

"Submit the documents on the 5th, and I'll start working on it that day."

"The documents were signed that afternoon. I was planning to go to your company on Saturday morning to check on the work of building the Party branch."

"Then there was a slight problem with the battery information you submitted."

When he got to the crucial point, Xue Hongchang tapped his forehead with his phone again. The plastic Nokia phone made a clanging sound as it hit his forehead.

The sound made Lin Yi subconsciously look in the rearview mirror. He was relieved to see that Xue Hongchang hadn't knocked blood off his forehead.

Xue Hongchang is a good person.

Only by helping each other can we go further.

He can't just kill himself.

Noticing Lin Yi's gaze, Xue Hongchang waved his hand and continued:

"I don't know who gave your proposal to Secretary Qin Chao, but Secretary Qin has read it."

"They thought it was great, so they called me."

“I told him you would be attending the city’s Spring Festival Gala today, and he told me to take you there early.”

"He called me again just 20 minutes before I called you."

"Drive faster."

Urged on by him, Lin Yi stepped on the gas, and the Santana began to roar, but it didn't accelerate much.

Half an hour later, the Santana slowly drove into the parking lot of the Suzhou Grand Theatre.

As soon as I parked the car, a young man in his early twenties, wearing glasses and looking very refined, approached me.
"Secretary Xue, General Manager Lin, and Secretary Qin are waiting for you. Please follow me."

"Let's go!" While Lin Yi hesitated about whether to follow, Xue Hongchang stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, then walked past Lin Yi and followed the young man forward.

Led by the young man, Lin Yi and his two companions finally met Qin Chao in a private meeting room.

Of course, Qin Chao wasn't the only one in the conference room; there were several other people there as well.

Seeing the three people enter the room, Qin Chao pointed to the spot next to him:

"Come and sit."

After the three sat down, Qin Chao first glanced at Xue Hongchang, then lingered on Ji Shuangshuang for a moment, and finally locked his gaze on Lin Yi.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead picked up a file folder from the table beside him, took out the documents from inside, and handed them to Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lin, how much of your solid-state battery project proposal is genuine and how much is fake?"

Lin Yi did not take the document, nor did he choose to meet Qin Chao's gaze. Instead, he turned his head to look at the person opposite him.

The sofas in this conference room are arranged in a very standard U-shape.

Qin Chao was the guest of honor, and he sat in the concave part of the U-shaped seat.

Lin Yi sat on the left side of the U-shaped seat, while three other people sat on the right side.

The person closest to Qin Chao was the oldest, looking to be around 50 years old, while the two behind him were a bit younger, around 30 years old.

All three of them had hairstyles typical of powerful figures, and they exuded an aura that Lin Yi was very familiar with.

This kind of temperament can only be found among researchers in materials science, who are part of one of the four great sinkholes.

Lin Yi's gaze swept over the three men in turn, finally settling on the older one. He smiled and nodded to him, then asked with a smile:

"What do you think, senior brother?"

The older researcher didn't seem to mind being called "senior brother." He raised his hands, first rubbing his temples, then pinching the bridge of his nose and saying:

"My name is Meng Hai. If your information is true, then I might have to call you senior brother, or even master."

"At first, I didn't see the information, and I also thought it was fake."

"Because the field of energy storage materials is only just beginning to explore materials with an energy density of 200Wh/kg."

"You're jumping straight to 520, that's practically the same as flying a plane."

"But after I finished reading the information, I found that it was very likely true."

"I'm totally confused right now."

"Can you understand?"

"I just want to know whether your information is real or fake."

Meng Hai's voice was very mournful, and hearing it, apart from Lin Yi, the rest of the people couldn't help but show a trace of sympathy on their faces.

Lin Yi gently exhaled a breath of stale air and pressed his hands down slightly:

"understand!"

He put his hands back on his knees, then turned to Qin Chao and asked with a smile:
"Secretary Qin, what's your opinion?"

"My opinion?" Qin Chao was taken aback when his name was suddenly called upon. He pointed to himself, not quite understanding why he had been chosen.

He looked up and his gaze met Lin Yi's.

The two men, one old and one young, stared at each other.

Lin Yi detected a hint of excitement and curiosity in Qin Chao's eyes.

Qin Chao could only read composure and confidence in Lin Yi's eyes.

At the same time, he also defined Lin Yi in his mind.

This person is either truly capable or a master conman.

Thinking of this, he spread his hands and said in a gentle voice:
"My view is that such a good industry should not be exposed to the public."

"We're going to swallow it all."

"So your plan needs to be redone."

(End of this chapter)