Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 283 Reconciliation Again? (First Update!)

Not long after, Rashid, who was far away in the UAE, sent Lin Yi a resume.

[Carlanchi Anderson]

[German, 53 years old]

[Double degree in Communication Engineering, Network and System Architecture from the Technical University of Munich...]

Currently working for Dubai Communications Group...

Contact information...

After reviewing the other party's resume, Lin Yi casually handed it to Liang Zhixue:

"Get to know your partner. I'll find some time in the next couple of days to contact him."

"If possible, I'll have him come to China and meet with you first. When you're dealing with him, just make it clear that it's Xiaomi Heavy Industry. Don't mention ZTE or anything else."

"Of course, the fact that the UAE dared to push him over suggests that they might have been in cahoots with each other. You'd better be careful then."

"President Lin is very thoughtful!" Liang Zhixue kept Lin Yi's instructions in mind and gave a perfunctory compliment.

After sitting for a while, he got up and took his leave without hesitation.

I'm here today mainly to meet up and gauge everyone's opinion.

Now that we've gotten a indication of Lin Yi's opinion, things will be easier from here on out.

Lin Yi also knew his purpose. When Liang Zhixue left, he asked Mao Xiaofei for some base station-related information and handed it over to Liang Zhixue.

After receiving the information, Liang Zhixue took one last look at Lin Yi, then left the telecommunications company with his men.

After watching them leave from the window, Lin Yi casually sent Hao Jin another message:
[Barring any unforeseen circumstances, an agreement should be reached!]

After confirming the message was sent, Lin Yi leaned against the window, found Amir's contact information, and casually pressed the button.

This time, the call finally went through.

"Mr. Lin, is there something you need that you called in such a hurry?"

Lin Yi coughed lightly, his smile fading, and tried to make his voice as serious as possible: "Mr. Amir, I'd like to ask, is your ship ready?"

"If you're not ready, then I must remind you, you need to hurry!"

"My first batch of equipment is ready to be taken offline, and my people are ready too."

"If nothing unexpected happens, people and equipment can set off in about a month."

"Don't tell me you don't have a boat when the time comes!"

His voice was serious and cold; after a series of words, Amir on the other end chuckled awkwardly.

"Mr. Lin, you..."

"You're underestimating me too much. Don't worry, there will definitely be a boat! I guarantee everything will be perfect!"

After hearing his chuckle, Lin Yi gave a cold laugh and asked again in a sarcastic tone:
"You guarantee everything will be foolproof? Then explain to me why ZTE, the last company to install communication base stations for you, was sold off?"

After that question, the person on the other end of the phone let out two awkward laughs, then quickly lowered their voice to try and cover it up:
"That was an accident, Mr. Lin, that was an accident!"

“I, Amir, guarantee, in the name of the Revolutionary Guard, that this kind of situation will absolutely not occur in our cooperation this time.”

You can relax!

Along with his words, there was also the sound of him patting his chest, as if he was trying to tell Lin Yi to put his mind at ease.

If they hadn't obtained those production licenses, Lin Yi might have minded them.

However, they obtained a production license.

Who is this?
do not know!
He sat down with his phone in his hand, brought it close to the table, and then gently tapped the table with his left index finger to ensure that the sound was picked up by the microphone and transmitted to the person on the other end as much as possible.

After tapping for a while, he slowly and deliberately said:
"Before I called you, my superiors called me."

"Tell me to clean up that mess you left behind, those projects from the companies you sold off."

"I'd like to ask for your opinions."

"If you have any opinions, just say so. I'm a very generous person, and I will respect your opinions as long as you speak up."

"If you have no objections, you can speak up."

Shanghai, the Iranian Embassy in Shanghai.

Amir stood by the window, lifting the curtain a crack, and peering through the gap at the American Embassy across the street.

Coincidentally, there was also a telescope watching them from the other side.

But at this moment, Amir paid no attention to the thoughts of the person with the telescope on the other side.

All he wanted to know was what Lin Yi on the other end of the phone was trying to say.

He drew the curtains, covered the microphone, and turned to look at Consul Bazaliyed beside him:

What did he mean by that?

Beside him, Bazaliyed sat at his desk, and on the desk in front of him was a recording device.

The recording equipment was running, and Bazaliyed had an earphone on his head.

Bazaliyed overheard Amir and Lin Yi's conversation.

Upon hearing the question, he took off his headphones and spread his hands:
"What else could it be? It's just that you guys are doing things unfairly."

"If I'm not mistaken, what Lin Yi said actually came from instructions from someone higher up."

"So you now have two choices."

"First, understand the meaning behind Lin Yi's words and transfer the projects left by that company called ZTE to Lin Yi. As for what happens next, they will handle it internally, and it has nothing to do with you."

Second, play dead and know nothing!

"The specific choice you make depends on you, and also on the attitude of our supreme leader."

"By the way, do you know what our supreme leader's attitude is?"

"Knowing won't help!" Amir shrugged. "The person has already been sold. Now, we have to figure out a way to salvage the situation."

After speaking with Bazaliyed, he removed his hand from the microphone and held the phone to his ear:

"Mr. Lin, this is indeed something we didn't consider carefully, and it's true that we acted without thinking."

"I will contact the relevant authorities in China as soon as possible and ask them to make adjustments quickly."

"The partner for related businesses will be changed to Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

Even at the fastest speed, it will take about half a month to get feedback.

"I will let you know whatever the outcome may be."

"do not worry!"

"Actually, besides communication cooperation, we would like to cooperate with your company on some other things."

Amir, taking advantage of the situation, brought up the old issue again.

The next second, the person on the other end of the phone hung up immediately; no point in wasting time with him.

In the shadows by the window, Amir held his phone, staring at the disconnected screen, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

He gritted his teeth and silently stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

Seeing his discomfiture, Bazaliyed brought over the tea and nudged Amir with his elbow:

Why do I feel that you don't have any presence or influence in front of the boss of Xiaomi Heavy Industry?

"You are Amir, the eagle of the Iranian plateau!"

"You need to show that kind of spirit!"

"If he dares to hang up on you, yell back!" "Besides, his behavior could easily escalate into a diplomatic incident."

"Using pressure from all sides, I refuse to believe he won't apologize."

“It’s no use!” Amir shook his head, walked to the sofa next to him, sat down, then put his hands together, rested his chin on his hand, and said softly:
"Fundamentally, we are the ones who need their help."

"If everyone gets along well and finishes the business, there will be another opportunity to do business next time."

"We've already sold ZTE once. If we sell Xiaomi Heavy Industry as well, all we'll get is retaliation."

“I know you might say that, given the nature of the Chinese government, they wouldn’t do that.”

“But…” Amir slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on Bazaliyed:

“If I told you that, according to the intelligence we have, America has been involved since last December.”

"Behind every attack we have suffered, and every major loss or casualty we have endured, lies Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

What would you think?

With a crash, Bazaliyed's water glass fell to the ground without her noticing.

The cup full of water collided with the floor and shattered into pieces. The tea was very hot, and the splashing water made Bazaliyed scream in pain.

After squealing and yelling, he quickly pounced on the record player next to him and turned it on.

Only after Audrey Hepburn's voice came from the record player's speaker did he stare at Amir and ask:
"Are you kidding?"

"I was just trying to joke around!" Amir gave a wry smile, then helplessly shrugged.

"Initially, it was the Hezbollah members who discovered that the Justice League's firepower had increased!"

"Their equipment is all supported by us, so this situation is impossible."

"Omar secretly sent someone to follow them."

"Then we found out that the Justice League had somehow gotten a bunch of gas cylinders and a bunch of explosives."

"Relying on these two strange things, they easily defeated the America coalition squad that they couldn't defeat before."

"The Hezbollah Brigade continued to investigate and eventually discovered that the Justice League's equipment was purchased from the Sadr Movement."

"To be more precise, it's Sadr's son, the branch that Sadr Jr. was in charge of."

"Omar, the leader of the Hezbollah Brigade, personally reported this information to the former commander after he had figured this out."

"The former commander secretly sent people to follow up and discovered that the people from Xiao Sa's branch had been to China and had contact with Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

"The former commander sent me to China to take advantage of the opportunity to cooperate with ZTE and explore Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

"After I arrived, I found that they were indeed producing the gas cylinders that Zais and his men were using, and I also found that they had communication equipment."

"I was thinking of using the Chinese government to cooperate directly with them."

"So the plan was adjusted, but unexpectedly, the former commander died."

“I tested Lin Yi a few times, and each time he told me not to think about doing anything other than communication equipment.”

"So!" I made up with myself and decided to first establish a relationship with them, and deal with whatever else comes up later.

After speaking out about his long-buried thoughts, Amir seemed to feel much more relaxed.

He lay down on the sofa, stretched leisurely, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

He wanted to sleep, but Bazaliyed had no intention of letting him.

"You mentioned Hezbollah and the Justice League. I heard they seem to have run away?"

On the sofa, Amir jumped up and down:
"They've run away, but our new commander, Major General Mohrabad, and Major General Abuyek, the commander of the Quds Force, are preparing to go and talk to Omar."

"I want to bring them back."

"Can this be brought back?" Bazaliyed asked in surprise and doubt.

He has been working in China for several years.

I've been studying the history and culture of this area.

During his studies, he discovered that the world is a giant spiral, and he could always find events in China's long history that correspond to events in the present.

These events, separated by thousands of years, may differ in details, but in their overall trajectory, they are almost identical.

The actions of Hezbollah are very similar to those of a historical figure named Lü Bu.

The Revolutionary Guard's betrayal of its comrades is not uncommon in Chinese history.

For example, the Song and Liao dynasties joined forces to resist the Jin dynasty.

For two groups like these to get together and try to reconcile is like believing pigs can fly!

If only they could reconcile.

He, Bazaliyed, ate the keyboard on the spot!
He sighed, turned and walked to the bookshelf next to him, took down a thick stack of the Twenty-Four Histories, and then slammed the whole pile of books down in front of Amir:

"I think you need to read more of these books!"

Amir stared at the thick stack of books in front of him, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot as he looked at the Chinese characters on them.

Meanwhile, in Damascus, Syria.

Mohrabad and Abuyah also met Omar in the camps set up in Syria.

After many days apart, Abuyek looked at the person in front of him with a very complicated expression.

If Omar were an Arab, he probably wouldn't care so much.

But the other party happened to be an Iranian.

Even the soldiers he personally brought into the Revolutionary Guard and then trained were the ones he brought out.

He ran away!

He fled with the Hezbollah brigade, which Iran had painstakingly built up!
Upon learning this news, Abuyek was relieved that the Revolutionary Guard did not have a rule of collective punishment in its related disciplinary measures.

Otherwise, given his relationship with Omar, he would be in deep trouble.

After staring at the person for a while, he finally asked the question that had been on his mind:
Why did you run away with your people?!

Omar sat cross-legged on the carpet, pointing downwards to the floor:

"Because I have family!"

"Hezbollah has family members at all levels, and they are all active in southern Iraq."

"When you handed out the information of the heads of those companies and their subordinate organizations without hesitation, you probably didn't think that the people in Hezbollah from top to bottom have families."

After explaining half of it, Omar turned to look at Abuyek:

"General Abuyek, please allow me to call you teacher."

“I remember you saying that we joined the Revolutionary Guard to protect our homeland and also to protect our leader.”

"But what you are doing is destroying the homes of those who follow you."

"Please tell me, is this correct?"

The heartfelt words left Abyek speechless; he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Beside him, seeing his discomfiture, Mohrabad shook his head helplessly and said to Omar:

"In the name of the Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Guard, I assure you!"

"The Revolutionary Guard won't care what you did before."

"So, Omar, how about taking your people back to Iran?"

(End of this chapter)