Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 503 Pirates! (Third Update!)

Yang Jun's words reminded Lin Yi of those uniquely designed base stations, some disguised as a tree, some as a billboard, and some that were simply a base.

It was demolished because of complaints.

After the complaint was filed and the device was removed, those same people started complaining about the poor signal.

Indeed, idiots are a country's valuable resource. Trying to wake up idiots is stealing national resources and should be punished with at least 20 years in prison.

The two exchanged jokes for a while longer when there was a knock on the door of the reception room. The door opened a crack, and Dai Zhifeng peeked out.
"Boss, have you reached an agreement?"

Lin Yi turned to look at Yang Jun, who had a smile on his face. He first gave Dai Zhifeng a smile, and then nodded to Lin Yi.

Upon receiving the signal, Lin Yi looked at Dai Zhifeng: "It's settled!"

These words made Dai Zhifeng shift his gaze from his boss, smile at Yang Jun, and tentatively ask in a low voice, "Shall we draft a contract agreement?"

Yang Jun smiled and said, "Okay!"

The two men got up from the meeting room and followed Dai Zhifeng into the adjacent conference room. Inside the conference room, both sides were ready and waiting for their leaders to successfully negotiate.

The project, worth billions, could generate substantial profits. Both sides were afraid of failing in negotiations, so they held their breath and stared at each other with serious expressions.
Now, seeing their own boss and the other side's boss walking in chatting and laughing, everyone on both sides breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone sat down in their respective camps in the conference room, Yang Jun raised his right hand, signaling Lin Yi to speak.

Lin Yi, without hesitation, glanced at the people beside Yang Jun and calmly spoke:
"I just finished discussing with your General Manager Yang, and we will be in charge of the equipment procurement bid."

"You are in charge of the construction contract."

"Use our name to submit the bid, and we won't charge you any management fees..."

He spoke calmly, with Yang Jun sitting opposite him, occasionally adding a comment, and Dai Zhifeng sitting beside him, interjecting from time to time to help him adjust.

Meanwhile, the people on both sides frantically recorded what the two were saying.

By around 3 p.m., the relevant clauses had been finalized, and both parties began cross-review.

An hour later, the review was completed, and the printing room reprinted the document.

Both parties checked the documents again to confirm that nothing had been modified from the printed copies. The documents then fell into the hands of Lin Yi and Yang Jun, who readily signed their names. After signing, they clasped their right hands together, and Yang Jun smiled and remarked:
"After working for so many years, this is the first time I've signed such a straightforward agreement. Mr. Lin is indeed a young man of great talent and has great courage."

"Little things, little things!"

After the contract was signed, it was already dinnertime. Lin Yi naturally took out his phone and called the owner of Taihu Restaurant: "Book two private rooms!"

…………

After the cooperation agreement with ZTE was signed, because there was no professional department for bidding on large projects, the work had to fall on Lin Yi's shoulders.

When I get busy, I lose all sense of time and place.

Before we knew it, it was already early November.

While he was busy and overwhelmed with work, a phone call broke the silence.

When that authentic American accent from the older white man came through the phone, Lin Yi suddenly remembered that he still owed someone over ten thousand cell phones.

“Mr. Dmitry, please don’t worry. There are hundreds of thousands of mobile phones, and they are all the same version. I need to coordinate the shipment with my partners.”

"Don't worry, I guarantee that I will ship the goods to you on the 3rd at the latest, or the 7th at the latest."

"Besides, it seems you haven't paid, have you?"

After hearing that no payment had been made, Dmitry on the phone became much quieter, even his breathing became cautious.

After a long while, his voice came again: "I will arrange the payment in a moment, the 7th you said yourself."

"If the goods aren't shipped by the 7th, I'll show you just how powerful the CIA is."

After delivering the threat viciously, Dmitry hung up the phone, and this call brought Lin Yi back to his senses.

The deal with Dmitri isn't finalized yet, so I need to find some time to earn this little bit of pocket money first.

With a sigh, he shoved his phone into his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and went out to the technical department office, where he found Mao Xiaofei.
"Is the shipment for America ready?"

"Ready!" Mao Xiaofei nodded, closed the office door, then turned on the computer and turned the screen towards Lin Yi:

"Mr. Lei and his team are keen to expand overseas, so their system has an English version."

"These do not require any additional adaptation from us."

"As for Toutiao News, Manager Zhang made special adjustments to make the software perfectly integrated into the system."

"As soon as they turn on their computers, they will definitely see this software and start using it."

"In this way, we can say that we have made a breakthrough in America."

"Furthermore, Manager Zhang has made special optimizations to the software algorithm according to your requirements, so they will definitely see what they want to see."

Mao Xiaofei emphasized the last sentence, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice.

Lin Yi smiled, and then the two of them burst into laughter.

Before he could finish laughing, Ji Shuangshuang called:
"The trading company registered in Hong Kong received a fee of US$4950 million. Is that the fee for the mobile phone you mentioned?"

Holding his phone, Lin Yi only wanted to play a single 6.

Who says Americans are inefficient? As long as they can make money, efficiency is negligible in their eyes and can be improved at will.

He held up his phone and waved it at Mao Xiaofei: "The money has arrived. Hurry up and ship the goods. Get them to our dear employer as quickly as possible."

"OK!" Mao Xiaofei raised his hand and made an OK gesture, then turned around to arrange for the shipment.

As for Lin Yi, he happily hummed a song as he left the company, intending to buy some snacks to treat himself.

…………

Arlington, Virginia.

It was already evening. Dmitry lay on a chaise lounge in the greenhouse, a glass of red wine in his right hand and a cell phone in his left, drinking and talking on the phone at the same time.

"That bastard won't release the goods until he sees the profit. I thought that because of our previous cooperation, he would ship the goods in advance. I didn't expect that the bastard would be greedy for money and would only ship the goods after seeing the money."

"He just messaged me saying that the goods have been delivered to the port, the ship has been prepared in advance, and it can be loaded onto the ship tomorrow and depart the day after tomorrow morning."

"It's a direct route, and it should take about 25 days to arrive."

"There is plenty of time for the network team, and plenty of time for the monitoring team as well."

"What a pity, what a pity America doesn't have such cheap labor. If only America had..."

"You're right, people always have to lose something; you can't have it all."

"If you want to make ordinary people stupid, you can't expect them to have enough work skills."

"Alright, I'll hang up now! I still need to arrange for the people in Mexico to prepare to receive the goods."

“Those shipping procedures are too troublesome.” After hanging up the phone, Dmitri downed the glass of red wine in one gulp and poured himself another.

He raised the glass filled with red wine and placed it between his eyes and the moon.

On the 2nd local time, the moon was only a tiny sliver. Reflected in a wine glass, it looked like a shrewd businessman who had made a fortune and was laughing so hard he was bent over.

Returning to the recliner with his glass of red wine, Dmitry dialed the phone and began giving instructions for the next steps:
"The goods should arrive in Mexico City in about a month. Your job is to prepare the distribution channels for the goods."

"There are a total of 15 units, including 10 standard models and 5 high-end models."

"This batch of goods is priced at $350 per unit for the standard model and $550 per unit for the high-end model."

"This is my selling price. As for how much you sell it for later, that's none of my business."

"I will also take care of the relevant operators."

"In short, let's all make money together."

"Happy cooperation!"

With those last words, Dmitry hung up the phone, tossed it aside, and then brought the glass of red wine back to his face.

“After deducting shipping costs, I make $100 for each phone with performance comparable to an Apple product. I’m such a philanthropist.”

After finishing his self-reflection, he brought the glass of red wine to his lips and drank it all in one gulp.

He remarked that Navarro, whom he had spoken to on the phone earlier, was busy with work.

In the bureau chief's mansion, Navarro rubbed his temples, his eyes bulging, and looked at the person in front of him with obvious impatience.

“I want an explanation from you, an explanation of why you came here in the middle of the night. If you can’t give a proper explanation, then I will show you what cruelty is.”

"I'll also let you know that the CIA has stations in the Arctic Circle."

Across from Navarro was his secretary, Hank, who, upon hearing that his director was sending him to the Arctic Circle, quickly handed him the documents he was holding.
"Just received news that an Israeli ship transporting ammunition from South Korea to Israel was shot down by local pirates while passing through the Red Sea."

“The Israeli side called our president, and the president told us to cooperate fully. Then I just called you, Director, but your phone was off, and I couldn’t get through to your landline either, so I had no choice but to come here.”

After Hank explained why he had come here, Navarro was stunned. He slowly lowered his hand as he rubbed his temples, muttering to himself:
"What do you mean by saying that a ship transporting ammunition from South Korea to Israel was hijacked by pirates?"

"no!"

"Isn't transporting ammunition a destroyer's job? How could it be hijacked?"

"Those idiots, were they sneaking around again, using ordinary ships to transport ammunition without putting armed personnel on board, which is why they got taken down, right?"

"And then they wanted to get that batch of ammunition back? Right?"

"Isn't that stupid?"

Hank didn't answer directly, but instead raised his hands and gave Navarro two thumbs up.

After receiving confirmation, Navarro rolled his eyes and took the documents from Hank's hand.

He opened the document and found that the information inside was pretty much what he had guessed.

As a colony supported by America, South Korea's autonomy has always existed in subspace. In terms of weapons and ammunition manufacturing, they have independent rights, so weapons and ammunition exports have always been a pillar industry for South Korea.

Furthermore, because South Korea also uses America's standard ammunition, and because it is inexpensive, many NATO countries or countries that use America equipment purchase ammunition from South Korea.

Purchasing weapons and ammunition requires secrecy, so the transportation of ammunition is generally done in a confidential manner.

Of course, everyone would place a certain number of armed personnel on these ships to ensure the safe transport of ammunition.

But Israel doesn't believe in such superstitions, or rather, they think the greatest secrecy is the absence of secrecy.

They chose to use a ship that transports cars to transport the ammunition.

The voyage from South Korea to Israel is nearly 20,000 kilometers long. The ship has already reached the Red Sea and is almost there. There are only a dozen hours left before the cargo is unloaded.

The ship has been hijacked.

Moreover, they were using weapons and ammunition.

What's the difference between this and ticking a meat bun?
Why do Somali pirates become pirates? It's because Somalia has been in chaos since the civil war began in the 90s. Everyone is trying to find a way to survive, and since it is located near the Red Sea, they naturally target passing ships.

What they lack most is weapons and ammunition.

Is there any reason to take back the meat that's been put in your mouth?

With a snort, Navarro put the documents at the back, and then, in the section analyzing the current situation, he saw an unfamiliar word.

Yemeni pirates

He blinked, pressed his finger on the string of words, and slowly swiped over each word, eventually forming a complete list.

Yemeni pirates

They are not Somali pirates.

Having figured this out, he slowly looked up at Hank:
"Explain to me, what exactly is a Yemeni pirate?"

Hank scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and took the documents from Navarro. After flipping through them for a while, he pointed to a sentence and said to Navarro:

"According to Israeli intelligence, they also knew that there were pirates in the Red Sea, so they stopped at the entrance to the Red Sea, near South Yemen, to replenish supplies and wait for other ships to join them."

"It turned out that the small boats used for local resupply were actually pirates in disguise. They approached the ships, bringing vegetables, fruits, and even women."

"Those guys with their hormones running wild..."

"At once……"

Hank's voice grew softer and softer until it finally fell silent.

At that moment, Navarro, who was opposite him, turned completely red, like a kettle boiling over.

But in the end, he swallowed his anger.

"Go back first and notify the relevant personnel. I'll be there shortly."

"Tell everyone, this is a big problem."

Hank received the order, put down the documents, and turned to walk out of Navarro's villa.

Navarro sat on the sofa for a while, then got up with a resigned look on his face, went to get dressed, and prepared to work overtime.

On the other side, in Yemen.

On the coast 40 kilometers southeast of the seaside town of Mukala, a green cargo ship rests quietly at the boundary between the deep and shallow waters, swaying with the waves.

On the ship, a group of people dressed in Arab robes were staring blankly at a pile of boxes in the cargo hold.

The box clearly displayed ammunition markings. The group looked at each other, and finally, the one who appeared to be the leader spoke up:
"Didn't we hijack a car carrier ship?"

(End of this chapter)