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Chapter 437 Gaddafi: Taking the Initiative! (Second Update!)

September, the month of White Dew, is just around the corner. The weather is starting to cool down, making it perfect for sleeping in while at work.

Lin Yi was lying on the sofa in his office when a knock on the door, accompanied by Ji Shuangshuang's shouts, startled him awake. He groggily opened the door, and Ji Shuangshuang handed him a lunchbox, but also delivered a terrifying message:

"Our overseas corporate account suddenly has an extra $1.4 million!"

“I checked the account, and it was Mr. Sale who made the call. I think you should call and ask.”

"I'll prepare the contract so that the money can be deposited into the account."

After receiving the boxed lunch, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh, worried that the money wouldn't come, and also worried that the money would be wasted.

$1.4 million from Saller, I wonder what this guy is up to now.

Ignoring his appearance, he pulled out his phone, found the number, and dialed it without thinking.

After dialing three times, Saller's cheerful voice finally came through the phone:
"That $1.4 million, use it all to buy drones, your battery materials, your explosive fuses, and your communication equipment!"

"I have only one request: postpone all other people's orders and prioritize the production of my goods."

"That's all for now, I have to go, I'll hang up now!"

beep...

"So urgent?" Lin Yi muttered to himself for a moment, his left hand searching for Mao Xiaofei's number, his right hand opening the lunchbox. Before he could even dial the number, there was another knock on the office door.

Immediately afterwards, Mao Xiaofei poked his head out of the door, saw Lin Yi, nodded, and pushed the door open to enter the office.

He then carefully placed the document in his hand on Lin Yi's desk:

"This is the solution that the technical department has adjusted based on Mr. Costa's requirements and price. Please take a look, senior. If there are no problems, I will submit the materials list to General Manager Liu and ask him to purchase the materials."

As he explained, Lin Yi picked up the proposal document, flipped through a few pages, and then put it back on the table.

Lin Yi tapped the document lightly with his fingers, his eyes darting around.

After their first collaboration, Costa learned about Lin Yi's temperament. This time, the collaboration was straightforward, without any hidden agendas or deliberate traps; there were only the most direct requests.

The drone's high-definition camera was removed and replaced with a regular camera; as long as it could be used, it would be fine.

The increased load capacity requires the ability to hold more explosives.

Increased battery capacity necessitates the ability to fly farther.

Military individual combat terminals have had all their unnecessary functions removed, leaving only basic positioning and remote communication functions.

As for in-vehicle terminals, no!
The technical department replaced the parts according to his requirements and obtained the price of the parts from Liu Daneng, which eventually led to the document in Lin Yi's possession.

At the very end of this document is the total price of the list—$2100 million.

To be fair, this deal is pretty good. After deducting all fees, it should yield at least a 40% profit.

But this order pales in comparison to Saller's $2 million.

Because of this $2 million, at least half can be earned.

Therefore, Costa's order has to be put on hold, and Saler's order has to be completed first.

Having identified his target, Lin Yi's eyes darted around twice, and an idea immediately formed in his mind.

His fingers, which were typing on the document, stopped, and he looked up at Mao Xiaofei:
"I have good news and bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"

Knowing his senior brother's character, Mao Xiaofei didn't hesitate at all and went straight for the bad news.

Upon hearing his choice, Lin Yi's expression turned extremely serious, and he delivered the bad news in a low voice:

"We'll have to work overtime now!"

"What's the good news?"

"We need to work an extra $2 million worth of extra hours!" Lin Yi waved two fingers on his right hand, then used those same fingers to pick up the documents on the table and handed them back to Mao Xiaofei.
"Your primary task now is to lead the people from the telecommunications company to complete Saleh's $2 million deal as quickly as possible."

"While completing this order, you'll also need to deal with Costa."

"As for how to deal with it, I've already thought of a solution for you."

"Their requirements are quite complicated, so you should take some time to prepare several plans for them, pretend you don't understand what they mean, and buy them a couple more days."

“It takes three to five days to finalize the plan and go through another set of procedures, which takes another three to five days.”

"Once the final plan is finalized, we can arrange production and stagger delivery times."

After hearing the plan, Mao Xiaofei rubbed his thigh and said with a troubled expression, "Senior brother, this might be a bit troublesome!"

"In order to deliver the 6000 million yuan order as soon as possible, the factory's production capacity has been increased to the limit, and the people in the factory have been working non-stop for a long time."

"Originally, everyone was thinking that after completing this 6000 million order, we could take a couple of days off."

"But if we increase it to 200 million now, it will probably take a long time to get things done."

"I'm afraid if I work too hard, everyone will..."

"Let's send red envelopes!" Lin Yi looked up, interrupting Mao Xiaofei's remaining words, stuffed the documents back into his hand, patted Mao Xiaofei's shoulder lightly, and comforted him, "You go back first, I'll solve this problem later."

Mao Xiaofei knew Lin Yi's personality. Since he said he would solve it, he must have a way. He stopped worrying about it, picked up the document Lin Yi had given him again, nodded, and turned to leave the office.

After he left, Lin Yi followed him out, but Mao Xiaofei went to the elevator, while Lin Yi went to the finance office.

Ji Shuangshuang was having contracts organized when she saw Lin Yi. Smiling, she pointed to her private office.

"How come you have time to come here?"

Lin Yi came to the finance office to make others less resistant to working overtime, so there was no need for them to go to a private office at this time.

He leaned against the door and said to Ji Shuangshuang with a smile:

"Everyone has worked hard this month, but we still have a lot of orders to process urgently, so I thought I'd give everyone a red envelope, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner."

"As the boss, I have to do something."

After hearing Lin Yi's previous words, Ji Shuangshuang's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the other finance staff who were listening intently.

Noticing the change in their expressions, she rested her chin on her right hand and nodded in agreement.
"Indeed, everyone has worked hard during this period of overtime, and with the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, we should give them a big red envelope."

"How big of a red envelope is Mr. Lin planning to give?"

This question acted like a remote control switch, abruptly halting the work of everyone else in the finance office, causing them to turn their heads and focus their attention on Lin Yi. Lin Yi remained leaning against the door, casually saying:

"According to the HR department's grading system, the minimum is 5000 yuan, and for each additional grade, the salary increases by 2000 yuan."

"Today is September 4th, Friday. It takes time to withdraw money, so we'll schedule it for next Wednesday. That day happens to be the first day of the eighth lunar month, which is also the White Dew solar term. We'll issue it on that day."

"Okay!" Ji Shuangshuang nodded vigorously, then clapped her hands twice:
"Did you hear everything?"

"Minimum 5000 yuan, each level adds 2000 yuan."

"Han Lin, go to the HR department and have them spread this message. When you come back, get the latest list from HR, especially the employee levels. Make sure you check them carefully."

"Old Wang, once Han Lin brings the information back, you take your men and quickly calculate the red envelope that everyone should receive, and deduct the taxes that should be withheld!"

"Old Zhao, prepare some promotional materials. When you're handing out red envelopes, explain the reimbursement process to everyone again. Make sure they understand which receipts are reimbursable and which are not. In particular, tell them that the extra few cents you give them should not be returned to the company account!"

"Whoever returns the money to the account, I'll kill them!"

In the end, Ji Shuangshuang's pretty face became extremely ferocious, resembling a cannibalistic demon.

After making the threat, she reverted to her obedient demeanor, obediently approaching Lin Yi and pushing him out of the finance office.

Pushing Lin Yi into the chairman's office, Ji Shuangshuang leaned against the door, frowned, and asked in a low voice:
Why did you suddenly decide to send a red envelope?

Lin Yi leaned against the side, closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and whispered in response:
“America could attack Libya at any time. If Saudi Arabia wants to gain more benefits in Libya, it must grasp the situation as soon as possible. Therefore, Sall placed an additional order for $1.4 million, urging us to produce the goods as soon as possible and deliver them to him.”

"Work hard this week to get the data sorted out, then go get the money next week and send out the red envelopes."

Ji Shuangshuang patted her chest and said, "Leave it to me! I promise I won't hold you back!"

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll go check out the workshop!" After stretching his stiff neck, Lin Yi walked past Ji Shuangshuang and out of the office.

…………

While everyone was focused on Libya and America, Gaddafi was also in a state of panic in Tripoli, Libya.

Others are circling around Libya and America in an attempt to find a balance between the two and then pursue their own interests in Libya.

Gaddafi was in a state of panic because a special forces unit under his personal guard lost contact while escorting several of his sons out of Libya.

In earlier years, Gaddafi wouldn't have cared about this, since he could still have children.

But as he got older, he began to focus more on his family and started to enjoy the feeling of filial piety.

More importantly, each of these eldest sons has their own share of property, and each of them has a large sum of money. If this money falls into the hands of others, then all his hard work over the years will have been for nothing.

Just as he was in a state of frantic anxiety, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. With a creak, the captain of the personal guard, Darami, pushed the door open and walked in, shaking a satellite phone in his hand.
"Mr. President, we've made contact!"

Upon hearing that he had been contacted by his sons, Gaddafi rushed to Darami, snatched the satellite phone, and shouted into it a few times. Finding no response, he turned back and glared fiercely at Darami.

Seeing his murderous look, Darami quickly explained:
"Just now, the satellite communication was briefly established for a few minutes. According to the report from the first squad, their current location is Omar Idrissborg, a small desert town in Algeria."

"According to the original plan, after crossing the border between the two countries, they will continue along the N3 highway and eventually arrive in Algiers, the capital of Algeria."

"But they were attacked in the desert by a highly capable enemy who also carried signal jamming equipment."

"The first team couldn't get their exact location, so they just wandered around the desert with their men. In the end, they got lucky and stumbled upon this small desert town."

"But there was hardly any signal in that area to begin with, and the attackers were following behind and constantly jamming the signal, which is why we lost contact."

As Dalami explained, Gaddafi's forehead veins bulged. He wanted to curse that there were spies in his personal guard, but he quickly remembered the nature of his sons.

Perhaps the biggest spy is one of his own sons.

He covered his forehead with his hand, sat back in his chair, and calmly asked:

"Has anyone gone to rescue them?"

"The second, third, fourth, and fifth special operations teams have already departed by helicopter. As long as the Algerian border guards don't use anti-aircraft missiles to attack us, the rescue teams will be able to reach the target area in just two hours."

Upon receiving the answer, Gaddafi's brow relaxed slightly, but he quickly frowned again: "What about the gold?"

When asked about gold, Darami's expression became even more varied. He looked directly at Gaddafi and shook his head slightly at him.

"This won't be easy!"

"The influx of NATO troops has led to many traitors within our army, and we are under constant surveillance no matter what we do."

"The only way to get the gold out of the country is to find a place, make a commotion, and attract everyone's attention."

"Otherwise, there's no other way!"

After uttering his last words, Darami deflated like a punctured balloon, his shoulders slumped, his head bowed, standing there silently, like a lifeless object.

Just as if he were dead, Gaddafi stood to the side, scratching his head and feeling itchy all over.

Despite serving as president for so many years, he only managed to extract a dozen tons of gold from the Central Bank of Libya, which in turn possessed over 1000 tons of gold, along with a large quantity of jewelry.

These are priceless treasures.

He had finally gotten a chance to get his hands on all of these things, so naturally he didn't want to miss it.

After hesitating for a long time, Gaddafi's gaze suddenly became exceptionally resolute and also exceptionally murderous.

When Darami looked at him, he calmly asked:
"Do you think that if we let our navy take the initiative and attack America's Mediterranean fleet, we can get this batch of gold out?"

On the other side, upon hearing this brilliant idea, Darami opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

Libya has a navy, and the total number of personnel is quite large.

But the ships they had were all old relics; they were hardly capable of taking on America, let alone neighboring Greece.

Sending the navy to launch an attack is no different from sending them to commit suicide.

At this moment, Darami began to seriously consider where he should go from here.

Gaddafi was his mentor, and it was only right that he died for him.

But not my own large family.

At the very least, I need to do something to ensure that my whole family can live a good life from now on.

With an idea in mind, Dalami raised his head and nodded emphatically to Gaddafi:
"This is a good idea!"

(End of this chapter)