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Chapter 170 This thing is very precious! (Second update!)

Matching these locations are the various home appliance retailers' preferential policies and the specifications of the home appliances they will be promoting next.

In short, Gao Jin didn't get to celebrate the New Year.

He's a werewolf.

There are even more ruthless people than myself.

Lin Yi tossed the report aside, sat back down at his desk, and began organizing the job postings.

While organizing, he suddenly discovered a serious problem.

That means if I hire all the people, the money I have will only be enough for three months' salary at most.

After much deliberation, he made a decisive move, cutting the number of job openings at the telecommunications company by 70% and the number of employees at the special metal processing company by half.

Home appliance brands are only hiring legal and data programming teams.

The battery company retains only the R&D team and a basic liaison team.

As for the departments directly under my management, I'll just hire a few financial accountants and human resources staff.

This adjustment resulted in a significant reduction in wage expenses.

She carefully pressed Lin Yi's heart, which had been in her throat, back down.

After organizing the job posting and checking it repeatedly to ensure there were no problems, Lin Yi opened his browser and logged into his email first.

Enter the email addresses of Suzhou Municipal Human Resources Center and Southeast University Men's Vocational and Technical College in the email target address field.

Drag the document in.

Click Send.

After sending the email, he logged into his account on the National Talents Network, dragged the recruitment announcement into it, and clicked publish.

After posting the job announcements on these three relatively authoritative platforms, Lin Yi hesitated for a moment before registering an account on this job recruitment website and posting the job announcements there as well.

Before closing the browser, he found Lei Jun's email, pasted a copy of the job posting into it, and added a sentence at the end of the email.

If you have any suitable candidates, please recommend two to come!

After finishing these tasks, Lin Yi closed the browser, took out a notebook from the drawer, and began to organize the interview-related procedures.

After writing for a while, he irritably threw the notebook aside.

A few minutes later, he got up again, grabbed the notebook back, and continued writing with his head down.

He was getting frustrated writing about the interview process, and thousands of miles to the west, in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, King Saeed was also frustrated.

The reason for his irritation was a battery in front of him.

A battery from the UAE, personally escorted to Dubai Crown Prince Rashid by him, was very crudely made and looked like a pile of dog poop.

But this battery, which weighs about 15 kilograms, can store about 37 kilowatt-hours of electricity.

As the world's second-largest crude oil producer, Said is well aware of what the emergence of this battery means.

He desperately wanted to tell himself that he was dreaming, but the pain in his forehead clearly told him: You're not dreaming. If you don't believe me, you can experiment on the other side of your head.

Saeed rubbed his forehead, which was red and swollen from hitting the wall, and turned to look at Rashid.

According to their seniority, Rashid should call himself uncle.

Saeed tapped the table lightly with his finger, pointed to the battery, and asked:

"Where did you get this?"

When asked about the source of the batteries, Rashid took a deep breath and began to preemptively address the issue:
“Uncle Saeed, what I’m about to say might be a bit surprising, so please don’t get excited.”

"I won't get excited!" Sayed waved his hand, with an expression that said, "I've seen it all, and I won't be surprised by anything you say."

Having received the words, Rashid took another breath, opened his mouth, and the words burst out like a machine gun:
"This battery casing was made by people from the UAE."

"But the material inside comes from Sadr's eldest son, Sadr Jr., of the Sadr Movement in Iraq."

"A few days ago, after Sadr asked us to join them in putting pressure on America."

"Little Sadr used Sadr's connections in the UAE, adopted the alias Sayyar Sadr, and then flew to China alone."

We don’t know whether he went anywhere else after arriving in China.

"But the day before yesterday, he contacted the airline and shipped 10 tons of cargo."

"The cargo declaration form describes this shipment as battery energy storage materials."

"When the shipment arrived in Dubai and was waiting for a connecting flight, the airline took away about 50 kilograms of the cargo, citing a problem with the cargo scanning results."

"These 50 kilograms of goods were in the hands of the security bureau, and they were subjected to fire and water immersion. They even mixed gunpowder into them to ignite them."

"After going through various methods, the security bureau finally concluded that it was just an unknown powder."

"Later, the security bureau remembered the application materials for this item."

"So they had a sudden inspiration, found a few people and some parts, and finally made this crude battery."

"After a brief test, my father told me to bring this to you."

"Tell me you know how to handle this."

After listening to the rapid-fire words, Sayed looked up at the sky, unsure of what to say.

He had seen and heard things for decades, but this was the first time he had ever heard of something so outrageous.

Instead of causing trouble in Iraq, the Iraqi opposition parties have switched to making batteries.

They even did it secretly.

If you didn't know better, you'd think these guys were plotting for the Nobel Prize.

Upon careful consideration, and reflecting on Sadr's character and conduct, he suddenly realized that the matter wasn't so difficult to explain.

He sighed, turned around to ask Rashid a couple of questions, but then suddenly remembered the last few words the other man had said.

In the end, Saeed only cursed Salman a few times in his heart, calling him a slippery fellow.

He walked up to Rashid, looked the younger man up and down, then placed his hand on the man's shoulder and said:
“Go back and tell your father to be prepared to disrupt the oil market.”

"We should take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune."

"Understood! I'll go back and tell my father right away." Having received Saeed's words, Rashid politely bowed and took his leave.

Saeed summoned two servants and had them escort Rashid out of the palace.

As soon as the heir to the kingdom from Dubai left, Saeed clapped his hands, and Salah and Musa emerged from behind a nearby pillar.

"Brother!"

Said lowered his hand and pointed at the battery: "Tell me, tell me what your thoughts are?"

Saller kicked the battery with his foot, raised his head, and said with a smile:

"I have a bold idea!"

The smile on his younger brother's face gave Said a bad feeling. After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "What bold idea?"

Across from him, Saleh crouched down, tapping the battery lightly with his fingers, and spoke expressionlessly: "We want to transform, but those old fogies have always disagreed. Tell me, if they knew about this thing, what would they do?"

Before his older brother could respond, Saller continued tapping on the battery and said:

"We can use this to our advantage."

"Spread the word about this, and then make a public statement about it." "By then, those old fogies will definitely be unable to contain themselves."

“Once they can’t hold back any longer, we can start cutting them with our knives.”

"Let's get rid of those guys as soon as possible, so it'll be easier for us to do things in the future."

The calm voice passed through Saeed and Musa, eventually dissipating into the empty palace.

After a long silence, a cruel glint flashed across Saeed's expressionless face. He gritted his teeth and turned back to Musa, saying:

"Sall, go spread the message. You take control of the SS."

"Take action immediately if there is any sign of trouble."

Musa did not respond, but simply nodded, his hand forming a knife as he slowly sliced ​​it across his own neck.

After giving the first instruction, Sayyid pondered for a moment and then issued the second instruction:
"Contact Sadr and find out where these things came from. Don't alarm Sadr about this; that old guy is not very obedient, and if he knows too much, it will cause trouble."

"I'll go now! And I'll spread the message while I'm at it!" Saller nodded, turned and quickly walked out of the palace.

Behind him, Musa wanted to follow, but after taking only two steps, he was stopped by Saeed:
"Select some elite troops to protect our families."

"Understood!" Musa nodded, turned around and quickly followed Sal who was leaving.

After leaving the palace and returning to his own residence, Sal immediately mobilized his men to contact Sadr Jr.

Meanwhile, the young Sadr he was trying to contact, along with several men disguised as truck drivers, appeared on the outskirts of Ramadi, the capital of Anbar province, carrying a truckload of gas cylinders.

Under the gentle sunlight, Justice League leader Zais stood listlessly in front of a vegetable stall, idly swatting away non-existent flies with a stick in his right hand.

As for his vegetable stall, it was set up in the middle of the road.

On the left side of the road, Hazari, the vice-leader of the Justice League, was also sitting in front of a vegetable stall, holding a carrot in his left hand and picking at his toes with his right, eating with great relish.

With a screech, a truck stopped in front of him.

His old friend Hamidi jumped out of the passenger seat, walked around the front of the car, came to his vegetable stall, glanced down at the stall, and asked:

How much are your carrots?

"20 yuan each!"

Are you robbing me?

"Yeah, so what if I rob you?"

Hamidi's expression suddenly turned cold. He then kicked over the vegetable stall, rushed forward, and started beating Zais.

Zais fought back fiercely and got into a brawl with Hamidi.

Then, as the two of them fought, they ended up fighting in the alley next door.

Sadr Jr. stayed by the sidelines the whole time trying to break up the fight, and even followed the two men into the alley.

Passersby, seeing the amusement in the alley, slowly approached and stood at the entrance to watch the spectacle.

Seeing that everyone's attention was drawn to it, Hazari got up from the vegetable stall and ran quickly toward the truck driven by Sadr Jr.

Opening the truck door, I immediately saw several gas cylinders with a little red paint on the bottom inside the truck bed.

He grabbed the gas cylinder handle and pulled hard, dragging the gas cylinder from the carriage to the ground.

"It's a bit heavy, give me a hand!"

Behind Hazari were several other people also setting up stalls; they were all members of the Justice League.

Seeing Hazari struggling, someone immediately stepped forward and, together with him, dragged the gas cylinder towards the houses on the right.

The remaining people followed suit, found the gas cylinders painted red, dragged them off the vehicle, and then dragged them together to the houses on the right.

In the alley, Sadr finally separated the two men who were fighting, and then forcibly dragged Hamidi out.

As soon as they squeezed out of the crowd, the two saw the rear door of the truck swaying in the wind. The metal door was blown by the wind and occasionally hit the shelf with a clanging sound.

The two cursed in unison and rushed towards the car door.

Seeing the large empty cargo box, sweat beaded on their foreheads, tears streamed down their faces, and they quietly asked those around them for help.

But nobody paid them any attention.

With no one to turn to for help, Sadr and his companion could only sadly close the gate, start the vehicle, and continue their journey towards Ramadi city.

On the right side of the road, in a house about 200 meters away from the road.

Hazari looked at Khalid, who had appeared beside him, kicked the gas cylinder in front of him, and finally reached out and grabbed a handful of black powder from the metal bucket next to the gas cylinder.
"This is the good stuff you've been talking about?"

"Yes, this stuff is very rare, so it's very expensive. Just this one barrel costs $5."

With the sound, Khalid poked his right index and middle fingers into front of Hazar.

Hazari slapped his hand away:

Do you think our money grows on trees?

As he prepared to open it, Khalid impatiently waved his hand, picked at his ear with his finger, and flicked the earwax he had picked out onto Hazadi's trouser leg.

"Alright, I know your money didn't grow on trees, but you should also know my character, Khalid."

"This is a very rare item. It was smuggled back little by little by our people."

"They took a huge risk, and we lost quite a few people."

"The families of these brothers are all waiting with their mouths open for food, so..."

Upon hearing from Khalid that many people had been killed, Hazari blinked, his face ashen, and turned his head away, waving his hand: "I can't make that decision!"

"Wait for Zais to return."

Speak of the devil, and he appears; Zais descended the stairs from the rooftop next to him.

The movement of going down the stairs was a bit too forceful, pulling on his swollen face, causing him to move in pain and making his movements awkward.

He waited until the pain subsided before approaching the gas cylinder.

Seeing the black powder in the iron bucket, he grabbed a handful and brought it to his nose. He didn't smell anything strange, so he rubbed it. Just as he was about to stick out his tongue, Hazari stopped him: "It's bitter, don't try it."

"They said $5 a barrel, do you want it?"

Upon hearing the price, Zais's eyes widened, and he looked at Khalid with disbelief.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and asked again, "Is it authentic?"

“Authentic!” Khalid nodded, his face expressionless.

With his old friend's nod, Zais reached out and grabbed a handful of black powder, then spread his fingers and let the powder fall back into the metal bucket.

"I believe you because of that gas cylinder from before."

I hope you won't let me down!

He spoke earnestly, but Khalid, who was only interested in his money, shrugged and said directly, "Then pay up!"

Snapped!
Zais slapped Khalid's hand away and said with a sidelong glance:

"Let's go blow something big tonight!"

"You're coming with me!"

(End of this chapter)