Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 42 Full Transfer! (First Update!)

In the dim morning light, Khalid returned to the Suzhou Convention and Exhibition Center and to the exhibition site.

At the entrance of the trade fair, there is a constant stream of tourists coming and going, including locals, outsiders, and foreigners.

Khalid was mixed in among them, looking very inconspicuous.

After showing his ticket at the ticket counter, he continued to mingle with the crowd and walked into the trade fair.

As he walked, he saw the name of the shell company he had registered.

Congratulations to Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group and UAE Peace Trading Company on reaching a deal totaling 6000 million yuan. Let us continue our efforts to grow bigger and stronger and achieve greater success!

Bright red text scrolls on the huge LED screen. In addition to the Chinese version, there is also an English version.

The scrolling speed is very slow. As the text scrolls, the colored lights on the edge of the LED screen flash wildly, making people unable to help but look over.

The moment he saw the words clearly, Khalid felt a black screen in front of his eyes and he almost fainted.

There was only one thought in his mind.

It's over, it's over, everything is over!

At the same time, Ahmed and Mohammed also arrived at the Hanshan Street Office of Hanshan Temple District. He spoke awkward Chinese, strolled around, asked a lot of information around, and then parked the car outside the door of Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

The two did not choose to go in, but squatted in the car, watching silently with binoculars.

"Are all Chinese factories so big?" Mohammed put down the telescope and glanced at Ahmed beside him.

At this moment, Ahmed held a notebook in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. The pen moved across the notebook, leaving inch-by-inch lines.

It is the map around Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

After putting down the last stroke, Ahmed raised his head, glanced at the busy construction site in the distance, and replied:

"I calculated it and it's about 20 hectares."

"The workers inside were very disciplined and almost all of them were working according to the high standards we inquired about. This was very different from other construction sites we observed."

"Then there's the factory. The one on the far left that says Special Metal Processing is probably the factory that produces that special cannon."

"We are currently laying the foundation. It is indeed as Lin Yi said. It will take about three months."

"The sign on the middle site says it's a communications company. They might be involved in the communications industry."

"If their communication equipment is of good quality and can be used in the Middle East, then we might be able to ask them for custom-made equipment in the future."

"As for the completed factory building on the far right, I asked people around, and they said it was the Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory, but the young factory manager changed the name to a millet processing factory."

"I guess the electric pressure cookers we ordered now should be produced by this factory."

"Overall, a 20-hectare factory and production line would cost at least several billion yuan."

"Lin Yi can't afford so much money, and it's impossible for others to suddenly give him so much money."

"And the only place where you can pay..."

Ahmed did not continue speaking, but turned to look at Mohammed. Their eyes met, and they both understood the meaning of the rest of the sentence.

There was a moment of silence.

In silence, Mohammed reached for the notebook, slowly running his fingers across the outlined map, and finally, slammed it shut.
"What do you think is the reason why they do this?"

"I don't know!" Ahmed shook his head and looked towards the construction site in the distance.
"Iraq is a small country, and the Middle East is a mess."

"We have no experience as a major power, so naturally we cannot understand the thinking of those major powers."

"Maybe it's for its own benefit, or maybe it's just for fun."

"Who knows?"

"If the Arabs could unite, perhaps we could understand their thinking."

After he said this, Mohammed next to him did not respond. Instead, he threw the notebook aside, opened the car door, got out, and then got into the driver's seat again.

He closed the car door, started the car, and then looked at Ahmed very seriously:
"What to eat for lunch?"

"Huh?" The topic jumped so much that Ahmed's brain briefly overloaded. After the buffering ended, he rolled his eyes and responded, "Could you please not suddenly switch to such a vulgar question at such a sentimental moment?"

"Haha!" Mohammed sneered in response, steering the car out of the parking space. He took one last look at the construction site in the distance and explained:

"Instead of thinking about Arab unity, we should think about how to repent to God after eating meat."

"After all, you really ate it. Yesterday you made a self-consoling excuse that it was mutton. What about today?"

The next second, Ahmed's voice sounded beside him:

"Change the restaurant, change the taste."

…………

Night falls at Meishan Hotel in Suzhou City.

The door was pushed open. Khalid looked at Ahmed and the other man who walked into the room, nodded slightly, and pushed the documents at hand over.

After sitting down at the table, Ahmed took out his notebook and pushed it in front of Khalid. Without saying a word, he picked up the documents on the table and began to read them carefully.

After a long while, he put the document down and asked Khalid cautiously:

"Is everything written in the document true? This company is a key supported enterprise in Gusu City? And Lin Yi holds 95% of the shares?"

"I got it from the person in charge of the organizer of this trade fair. I later looked up the information of this person in charge. He is Zhang Jinshan, director of the Suzhou Municipal Investment Promotion Bureau." As he spoke, Khalid took out his mobile phone and operated it for a while. A two-inch ID photo appeared on the phone screen.

Below the photo is the name of the photo owner.

Zhang Jinshan, Director of Suzhou Investment Promotion Bureau

After taking the phone and studying it for a moment, Ahmed handed it back to Mohammed. While he was studying, he pointed at his notebook:

"We didn't encounter any stalkers."

"Then there's Lin Yi. We asked people around us, and all the factories on the map belong to him, but no construction has started before."

"But about half a month before we arrived in China, construction suddenly began on this piece of land that had been vacant for more than two years, almost three years."

"And everyone around here says that the Lin family owes a lot of money, hundreds of millions."

"Hundreds of millions in debt, plus the investment in building a 20-hectare factory."

"Even if banks were to lend money, they wouldn't dare to lend so much."

"And then combine it with the technology provided by the other party."

"The only conclusion is that Lin Yi is just a white glove, and the real power holder is someone else."

"This person in power is the mastermind behind all this."

"Within China, only the government can silently control all of this."

"So now, you need to make a decision!"

"Mr. Halliday."

The ball was thrown to him. Khalid exhaled lightly, closed his notebook, and turned to look at the other two people in the room:

“Is the funding ready?”

In the corner of the room, there were two laptops, and two people were sitting in front of the laptops.

Hearing this question, the two nodded at the same time:

"As per your instructions, we have exchanged an additional one million US dollars in RMB."

"With just one sentence, we can initiate the transfer right now. Once the Huaxia bank completes the process, the money will be in the other party's account."

As soon as the words fell, Khalid's loud voice rang out: "Transfer the money! Immediately!"

"Pay the full amount!"

(End of this chapter)