Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 157 Only tools and reputation can be entrusted to others! (First update!)

Although the person looked like a wallet, Lin Yi did not treat Little Sader as a wallet, nor did he reach out to take the bank card.

He pointed with his hand and reminded them, "We are legitimate businessmen, understand?"

Having received a formal education and spent many years in Iraq, and with repeated reminders from Ahmed and Khalid, Little Sadr naturally understood what Lin Yi meant.

He tucked the bank card away with his hand and said with a smile:

"The timing of our arrival wasn't ideal."

"I'll stay here for a few days until your officials finish their holidays, then I'll register a company. I might need your help with the registration process."

"Once the company is registered, I will transfer this money to the overseas account of that foreign trade company, and then transfer it to your account through a transaction. It will be perfect."

After explaining, he stood up, dusted himself off, and asked softly:

"Could you arrange a hotel for me?"

"Can you speak Chinese?" Lin Yi asked in return.

One sentence was enough to make Sadr sit back down in his chair, looking dejected.

Upon receiving his response, Lin Yi pointed out the window towards the cafeteria:

“I have extra staff dormitories; you can stay here for a few days.”

"It's been a bit of a hassle getting meals these past few days."

“You can eat with us, but of course I will try to avoid using lard.”

After listening to Lin Yi arrange his accommodations, Little Sader hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Regarding the matter of meals, he looked at Lin Yi and said calmly:

"You really don't shy away from the topic."

"If there were so many taboos, I would have died long ago. I still have some work to do this morning, so I'll take you to rest now."

Sadr stood up readily, put the small box of souvenirs in his hand, carefully stuffed it into his briefcase, and then followed Lin Yi out.

After settling everyone in, it was already past 6 a.m.

I want to sleep because it's too late.

I want to go out, but it's too early.

Frustrated, Lin Yi scratched his head and decisively went into the cafeteria to prepare glutinous rice balls for the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

But there was someone faster than him.

Ji Shuangshuang had already changed into an apron and was busy making glutinous rice balls in the kitchen.

Seeing that she was busy, Lin Yi decisively went over, put his hands on his hips, and kept pointing at her from the side:

"Too many peanuts, too much brown sugar, too little white sugar. You need to use fine white sugar, not coarse sugar."

Do you know how to make the center of a glutinous rice ball even moister?

"Add pork cracklings!"

"Chop up the pork cracklings, mix them with your prepared filling, and after cooking, the pork fat soaks into the glutinous rice balls, coating them with the sweetness of white sugar. The taste is simply wonderful."

Ji Shuangshuang remained silent, but simply moved a step to the side, making way for the control panel.

Lin Yi followed closely behind, taking two steps back to create some space.

After a while, Ji Shuangshuang asked with a sidelong glance, "He's come all this way, aren't you going to give him a bowl of glutinous rice balls?"

"Or are you planning to give people glutinous rice balls with lard on them?"

This question made Lin Yi take two steps back.

Half an hour later, the glutinous rice balls were ready.

Lin Yi ate two large bowls of food while it was still hot, then filled a thermos and sent one to Little Sader upstairs.

That amount was enough for him to eat for a day.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Yi took the paper money and started driving out. Just as he reached the company entrance, he saw Ji Shuangshuang standing there, smiling at him.
"Can I come with you?"

"boarding!"

Hanshan Temple District Cemetery.

After setting down the offerings and lighting the paper money, Lin Yi took a stick and poked at the burning paper money while muttering to himself in front of his parents' two tombstones:
"You two are really something, I've told you so many times."

"Prepare in advance for whatever you need to do, leave early, and don't rush."

"Now look what happened, one moment of panic and your whole life is gone."

"He talks about his daughter-in-law and grandson all the time, but he hasn't seen his daughter-in-law or his grandson."

"I have no idea what you're all in such a hurry for."

“Our Lin and Mu families’ ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke. Your son is now a CEO with a net worth of hundreds of millions.”

"If you need anything down there, just send me a dream. If you want money, I'll give you money; if you want a car, I'll give you a car; if you want a house, I'll give you a house."

"Also, you guys down there, please have a good talk with those old folks and ask them to visit the dreams of those good-for-nothings in their families more often."

"Of course, don't appear in my dreams."

Lin Yi muttered incoherently in front of his parents' gravestones, while on the other side of the cemetery, Wang Chuang also muttered incoherently in front of his elderly father's gravestone.

"Dad, our Wang family has made something of itself. Our ancestral graves will soon be emitting auspicious smoke."

"When your son achieves great success in the second half of the year, we might need to move your grave and give you a new home."

"That's what our son meant, uh, don't be angry down there!"

While talking, Wang Chuang's hands didn't stop; he kept adding paper money to the pile of paper money in front of him.

The burnt-out paper money was blown by the wind and spun around in place, as if someone were taking the money.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chuang's son immediately clapped his hands joyfully:

"Dad, Grandpa's here to collect the money!"

Upon hearing his son's words, Wang Chuang, who had just been talking nonsense, slapped him and said, "What a joke!"

"This is a small convection cycle formed by the flame heating the air, causing the hot air to rise, and the surrounding cold air making up for it."

"Stop being so suspicious all the time."

He had just finished disciplining his son when he heard a soft laugh from the side, followed by a voice he knew very well:

"Second Brother, you yourself are a proponent of feudal superstition, and then you teach your children to rely on scientific evidence. You're trying to do both things at once!"

Wang Chuang, who was squatting on the ground, slowly turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Two tombstones behind him, the eldest brother, Tong Minghui, stood there with his arms crossed, smiling at him.

Blinking, Wang Chuang asked curiously, "What's going on here?"

"My mother-in-law is buried here! My wife and I came to take a look."

"Oh!" Wang Chuang's gaze then shifted to the side, and he nodded to the woman next to Tong Minghui, as if they had introduced themselves to each other.

He looked away and was about to pack his things and get up when Tong Minghui walked around the grave and appeared next to Wang Chuang with a stack of paper money.

He crouched down, lit the paper money, and let it burn beside him. While poking at the burning paper money with a twig, he spoke in a low voice:
"Are you going to include the name of the research team for that battery that the teacher mentioned?"

"Hmm!" Having received an affirmative answer, Tong Minghui stopped what he was doing, looked at Wang Chuang with a very serious expression, and asked in a strange tone:

"Do you know what will happen once your name appears on this research team's papers?"

The question was so sudden that it caught Wang Chuang completely off guard.

After thinking for a while, Wang Chuang stopped fiddling with the paper money and looked at his senior brother with a puzzled expression, trying to figure out what he was up to.

Tong Minghui didn't stand on ceremony. He stood up, called out to his wife, and then tilted his head towards Wang Chuang:
"Let's go over there and talk."

The two found a secluded spot and stopped. Tong Minghui couldn't wait to ask, "Do you know what this battery's development will bring?"

"A bloody storm, a reshuffling of the tech industry." Wang Chuang answered Tong Minghui's question without hesitation. He then took out a box of Da Zhong Jiu cigarettes from his pocket, tossed one to Tong Minghui, and lit one for himself.

"You're absolutely right, it's going to be a bloodbath." Tong Minghui lit a cigarette, took a light puff, and then exhaled two smoke rings.

"The battery industry will be completely reshuffled."

"Companies that invest heavily in research and development but fail to produce a finished product will be completely eliminated from the market."

"Next, in order to recoup their costs, they will either fight hard to catch up or resort to underhanded tactics."

"As for the target of the evil deeds," Tong Minghui paused, slowly turning to look at Wang Chuang, who in turn turned his gaze towards him as well.

The two senior brothers exchanged glances, and Tong Minghui continued:
"The most conspicuous and easiest targets are the names that appear on the research team of the paper."

"Furthermore, you also need to consider how your former employer will feel when they see this paper and your name on it."

"That young man named Lin Yi is actually more important than we thought."

"This is a tactic to wipe out his family line."

"Wait until all the names are published, until our respective former employers see the paper and see the names on it."

"We're like mud that's fallen into our pants; there's no way to explain it."

"At that time, there is a high probability that we will be fired, and may even be held legally responsible."

Wang Chuang silently finished his cigarette, then lit another, took a light puff, turned around, and calmly looked at the large pile of tombstones in front of him:

"Tian Rangju said in Sima Faren's book, 'Only tools and reputation cannot be given to others.'"

"This epoch-making paper is about instruments and names."

"The fact that the CEO of Xiaomi Heavy Industry was willing to take it out and add some unimportant names to it must have come with some purpose."

"As for what you mean by what might happen, it's nothing more than my former employer seeing the paper, asking me for the relevant technology, and if I can't produce it, he'll try every means to kill me."

"This is the price to pay, but I also know that if I miss this opportunity, there will never be another chance."

"I don't want to help people participate in youth science and technology competitions anymore."

"So after the teacher said that, I made up my mind that I would ask for my name to be included in this paper, even if I had to beg."

"I have already submitted my resignation to the research institute."

"Whether they agree or not, I will resign automatically after one month."

After speaking, Wang Chuang slowly turned to look at Tong Minghui, frowned for a moment, and then asked hesitantly:

"You don't have a non-compete agreement, do you?"

"Damn, you signed a non-compete agreement, and now you're trying to stop the guys from taking off, huh?"

As soon as he uttered those words, Tong Minghui's face turned pale and then red. Finally, he slowly lowered his head, which had been held high, and softly hummed in agreement.

"Oh ho!" Wang Chuang spread his hands, took a drag of his cigarette, and lit a new one.

Just as he was about to light it, Tong Minghui took the lighter from his hand and lit one for himself.

Then came his bitter laugh:
“My first contract expired before the Lunar New Year, and the company gave me a raise and some shares.”

"The income is not among the top, but it is at least higher than 90% of people."

“I didn’t even think about it at the time, and I just signed the new contract.”

"The non-compete agreement in the contract has a heavy penalty. If I breach the contract now, I will have to pay at least 500 million yuan in compensation and will be prohibited from engaging in related industries for five years."

Wang Chuang didn't reply, but simply took the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He took a drag and exhaled a smoke ring: "My salary at the research institute is just okay. As for non-compete agreements, those things aren't common here yet."

He stuffed the lighter into his pocket and turned to look at Tong Minghui:
"So, you won't be able to put your name on the paper?"

"Ok!"

"Could you go to the teacher and ask them to give me your spot? You can't get your name added anyway."

The sudden reversal left Tong Minghui with several bewildered questions.

What do you mean by giving me this spot?

What do you mean by "Anyway, your name can't be added"?
In his mind, after he explained the seriousness of the matter to Wang Chuang, Wang Chuang should stand with him in the same boat and be on the same side.

But to my utter surprise, Wang Chuang actually chose to stab me.

Damn bitch!

He cursed inwardly, but Tong Minghui's expression remained unchanged. He flicked his cigarette and asked casually:
"Are you planning to bring two people in to infiltrate the ranks?"

Wang Chuang shook his head, flicked away the remaining cigarette butts from his hand, stood up, tilted his head back, and quickly replied:

"I just think it's a bit pointless for someone to come here alone to seek refuge."

"I want to bring more people."

After saying that, he blinked and looked at Tong Minghui with an innocent expression.

That innocent look made Tong Minghui unable to hold back any longer. He let out a long sigh and left without the slightest hesitation, making up a very lame excuse.

"My wife was stewing chicken when she left, so I have to hurry back."

Watching Tong Minghui walk away, Wang Chuang stood still, tiptoed, and then slowly walked toward his father's tombstone.

Stop in front of the tombstone, kneel down, gently stroke the name on the tombstone, and softly say:
"Dad, our Wang family is about to rise to prominence."

"It's just that what my son did wasn't very honorable. I hope that you, my patriarch, can help my son accumulate some good karma in the afterlife and make things a little easier for him."

After saying that, he stood up, hugged his son and daughter-in-law, turned around, and pushed them out.

"Xiaobao, Daddy's colleagues are coming to our house later. They will bring their younger siblings. You need to take out your toys and share them with your younger siblings."

"Remember, don't make a fuss, and keep your younger siblings calm."

After instructing his son, he hugged his wife and whispered:

"Your husband is planning something big and needs your culinary skills to help him out."

"So, I'll trouble you to cook two good meals for lunch later, so we can treat you properly."

"If I can persuade those colleagues to come with me."

"When I got to that new company, I was at least at the manager level."

"Even if you're not a manager, you can still catch someone's eye."

"It will only benefit my future development, and not harm it."

"With a research institute salary, it's impossible to buy a big house in who knows how long."

(End of this chapter)