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Chapter 354 Preparing for Revenge! (Third Update!)

The moment Lin Yi's fist slammed into the wall, he regretted it.

Because he used a little force, and forces are reciprocal, he didn't know if there was anything wrong with the wall, but his hand hurt a lot.

He tossed the phone aside and kept rubbing his right hand against his knuckles with his left hand, trying to relieve the pain.

After a long while, the pain finally subsided. Thinking of the phone call he had just received, he silently cursed the woman as a bastard in his heart.

Dmitry's call appeared to be a request for cooperation, but it was actually a warning. He was being warned that even though they were not in the same country and even if he didn't leave his home, the other party could still use public opinion or even threaten other countries to block them.

But it's all good, at least it cleared up my previous doubts.

This also gives me a clear target when it comes to revenge.

After finishing the two calls, Lin Yi was completely wide awake. He took out his keys, opened the office door, sat down in the leather chair, found Guo Song's number, and called back.

After Lin Yi gave Guo Song Dmitry's phone number and the speculations from the previous news, Guo Song simply said "Don't hang up" and then fell silent.

About ten minutes later, a series of soft noises arose, followed by Guo Song's voice:

"I just asked my supervisor, and he said you should handle business matters yourself."

"Take the necessary precautions yourself!"

"In case of an emergency, contact the security bureau directly. That's it. I stayed up all night last night, so I need to catch up on some sleep."

The busy signal echoed in his ears, and Lin Yi had only one thought in his mind: He would handle business matters himself.

Now that the leaders are all defining all of this as a business matter, I will handle it as a business matter.

After sending Cao Bin a message to speed things up, Lin Yi turned around and searched through his phone for a while, finally finding a number he had saved earlier.

The phone number of Liang Zhixue, the ZTE manager in charge of the Iran project.

As Lin Yi dialed the number, he suddenly remembered that there was a 4.5-hour time difference between Iran and China. It was 10 a.m. here, so according to the time calculation, it should be 5:30 a.m. in Iran. At this time, the other party should not have gotten up yet.

He instinctively wanted to hang up and call back at noon, but the call was answered immediately, and Liang Zhixue's somewhat tired voice came through the phone:

"Mr. Lin, is there something you need to say by calling at this hour?"

Sensing the weariness in the other person's voice, Lin Yi wondered if they had been working all night and wanted to ask, but he also knew that now was not the time to ask.

He coughed lightly and quickly asked, "How's the progress?"

"I have something I need to talk to Amir about, and I'm looking for a starting point."

Hearing that Lin Yi wanted to find Amir, Liang Zhixue breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately afterward, the sound of rummaging through things filled the air. Following this, Liang Zhixue began to report on the current progress:
"I am currently in Isfahan, which is a major city in Iran."

“We have a total of 7 branch stations and 1 main station in this city. The infrastructure for the 7 branch stations has been completed. Now we just need to install the equipment.”

"The main station has an additional computer room, and they are still working overtime."

"The progress in the other major and minor cities is about the same, and they are all waiting for the equipment to be installed."

"The problem now is with the equipment."

“The locals knew we were installing communication base station equipment, so they asked if our equipment was made in America.”

"These people even asked if they could use America's GPS."

"I now fucking regret why I said that extra damn word back then."

“At the time, I told them, ‘America is sanctioning you now, so you can’t use those devices. These devices can be replaced to ensure your normal use.’”

"This was originally intended to help them, but those bastards heard it and started blocking the construction on site."

"They even said that China's equipment releases more ionizing radiation than America's equipment, and is more harmful to the human body."

“Their people blocked the construction, and the attitude of the local Iranian officials was also very subtle.”

“I’ve been blocked for two days. If you don’t call me today, I’m going to call you and ask you to coordinate with Amir.”

These Aryans are really funny.

After mentally complaining for a moment, Lin Yi offered a few words of comfort to Liang Zhixue, then casually hung up the phone, found Amir's contact information in his phone book, and dialed the number.

Amir is probably also in Iran.

The phone rang for a long time before he finally answered it, and the first thing he heard when he answered was a groggy voice.

The Dejagah was still unconscious, speaking Persian. Lin Yi listened for a long time but couldn't understand what they were saying.

He tapped his fingers on the table, adjusted his tone, and then spoke to the person on the phone:

“Mr. Amir, the local government in Isfahan does not approve of the installation of communication base station equipment.”

"I'd like to ask, was it a problem with your notification, or did you fail to inform the other party?"

"I will have someone organize the documents and send you the claim form via email later. Please receive it."

Tehran, Iran.

Receiving a phone call in his sleep, Amir, following his work habits, suppressed his temper and did not yell at the person on the other end of the line.

But his mind wasn't really clear; he just wanted to finish the call quickly, hang up, and get some more sleep.

But the cold words on the phone jolted Amir, who was still in a daze, awakening him and causing him to sit up in bed.

He brought the phone close to his eyes, made sure he could see the name on it, and his mind became completely clear, his brain starting to function normally again.

After piecing together what he had vaguely overheard, Amir frowned and quickly asked into the phone:
"Mr. Lin, I am not aware of what you just mentioned."

"If possible, please allow me to check this out. Please give me 20 minutes."

Amir is now a little panicked. Just on July 1, America officially signed a bill to impose comprehensive sanctions on Iran, demanding accountability and divestment.

This legislation prohibits foreign banks from trading with the Central Bank of Iran and sanctioned banks, or else they will be cut off from the American financial system, effectively kicking them out of the dollar settlement system.

The most prevalent currency in international trade is currently the US dollar.

America's move struck the banks squarely where it hurt.

Before this law was enacted, banks could pretend not to know, pretend to be deceived, and secretly support transactions.

However, now, any bank found to have transactions with Iranian banks will be immediately shut out, which is tantamount to sentencing the bank to death in international trade.

No bank would be willing to give up its own interests and make a deal with Iran at this juncture.

In addition, America also froze the assets of 21 entities related to the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, and sanctioned foreign companies that have invested more than $2000 million in Iran's energy sector, prohibiting these companies from obtaining export licenses from America.

With these conditions combined, the transactions that had already been completed and put into action became especially precious at this moment.

Especially transactions involving near-giant companies like Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

If Xiaomi Heavy Industries were to pack up and leave at this point, abandoning everything on site and heading home, then Iran would be left stuck in the world of 2G networks.

Then, he continued to be freely eavesdropped on by the Israelis, who could steal whatever data they wanted. After carefully finishing his speech, Amir gripped his phone tightly, waiting for Lin Yi's reply.

After a few seconds, the voice on the other end came again, still as cold and serious as before: "You can investigate this matter. If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then forget it."

"At worst, we'll just lose some money!"

"I'm calling you to talk about something else besides what we just discussed."

"That means our navigation system has now been verified and is available for purchase and use, with a coverage area from the equator to 70 degrees north latitude."

"There are civilian and military ports, divided into several levels. I will send you an email later. You can purchase according to your needs. The timing of the communication base station is already included in the previous service fee, so you don't need to purchase it separately."

"Of course, I know you prefer Gronas, so you can ignore this news. The focus is still on what we just discussed. If we can make it happen, great; if not, forget it."

"I'm hanging up now!"

The July sunlight streamed through the window and shone directly in front of Amir, causing him to momentarily lose his senses.

I sat on the bed for a while, basking in the sunlight, and processed the two pieces of news.

Amir quickly got out of bed, tidied himself up briefly, and went out the door.

Both of these matters are important, and we need to contact Mehrabad as soon as possible so that the commander-in-chief of the Revolutionary Guard can make a decision.

Half an hour later, Mohrabad, the commander-in-chief of the Iranian Revolutionary Guard, received the two messages.

When faced with obstruction of the construction of communication base stations, Mohrabad didn't waste any words. He picked up the office phone on his desk and called the Iranian Revolutionary Guard headquarters in Isfahan, asking the locals to handle the situation.

Improving communications infrastructure was considered a vanity project for the Revolutionary Guard.

Their actions are meant to show everyone that the Revolutionary Guard is building new infrastructure and making the country better.

Therefore, no one is allowed to stand in the way of this.

Even members of the Revolutionary Guard themselves are not allowed.

Regarding the satellite navigation service mentioned by Amir, Mohrabad remained silent and did not make an immediate statement.

He was pondering how much of the news was true and how much was false.

Born in the 60s, he has often heard his elders talk about two countries since he can remember: one is called the Soviet Union, and the other is called America.

As for the remaining names, the most common are from Europe, followed by Japan and South Korea, and finally China.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the name of the Soviet Union was changed to Russia.

Compared to the relatively unassuming Chinese navigation system, he preferred to use the Russian system.

After all, Russia's navigation system has been in use for many years. Although it's not very good, it's certainly better than the newly emerging systems.

A jumble of thoughts raced through his mind, and finally, he gently shook his head at Amir in front of him:

"There's no need to purchase so-called satellite navigation services!"

“Even if they build their own system, system verification takes time.”

"The fact that they're in such a hurry to find customers means there must be something wrong with their system."

"So, don't rush."

"We don't want to be the first person in China to eat crabs!"

"You just need to reply to the other party that the construction of communication base stations is a basic task of our Revolutionary Guard and must be completed. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Suzhou.

Lin Yi stuffed meat into his mouth while listening to Liang Zhixue's complaints on the phone:
“I think these people have something wrong with their brains. I think they are very similar to Indians.”

"Wouldn't it have been better if we hadn't caused any trouble in the first place? We had to stir things up, make a big mess of things, and then they came running back to beg for peace."

"Pure idiot..."

The rambling continued for about ten minutes. Perhaps his mouth was dry, or perhaps he had vented his frustrations, because then Liang Zhixue could be heard breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Lin, please excuse my poor appearance."

"I need to speed things up, finish this job quickly, and then grab the money and run."

"If I come back to this country in my next life, I'll be a dog."

After listening to what the other person had to say, Lin Yi stuffed the last piece of braised pork into his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and mumbled a word of encouragement: "Then keep it up!"

"Finish it as soon as possible and run away."

After offering words of encouragement and taking his plate to the dish return area, he slowly walked towards the office building.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a young figure standing in front of the office.

The footsteps startled the figure, who looked up, saw it was Lin Yi, and quickly waved.
"Mr. Lin!"

"Fahbad, how did you get here so quickly?"

The person standing in front of the office door was Fahbad. Hearing Lin Yi's question, he waved his briefcase.
“After seeing your test results that day, I sent some information to our Mr. Sader.”

"I also sent some of my thoughts along with it."

"He was very satisfied with those ideas, so he used his connections to contact some clients."

“Those customers are very interested in your drones. Up to the time I came to you, there have been 1744 orders.”

"I think this order of 1744 units is worth it for me to come over as soon as possible."

Having figured out the reason, Lin Yi's lips curled up slightly. Sure enough, the guys from the Middle East knew their stuff.

It's all about pragmatism.

Unlike those Iranians, who cling to their old ideas and deserve to be beaten.

The two entered the office one after the other. Lin Yi served tea to Fahbad, who then opened his briefcase and placed the order details in front of Lin Yi.

"Give me a discount since I'm your first customer."

"Let me go scout the way for you!"

Under Fahbad's eager gaze, Lin Yi held up two fingers, but before he could speak, Fahbad spoke first:
"$4 is too expensive. These people are buying at least 1000 units each. $4000 million is really too expensive."

After he finished speaking with a worried expression, he saw that Lin Yi's four fingers had turned into one, becoming a middle finger.

Just as he was about to ask, Lin Yi's curses reached his ears: "You Arabs really should be hanged!"

I mean 4 RMB!

(End of this chapter)