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Chapter 509 Bro, want a cell phone? (Third update!)
"They didn't test in the city? Instead, they went to the mountains to test? That's not my problem, it's your own intelligence that's flawed!"

"Why didn't we go? We were waiting for your call! Let me tell you, this mission is a buyout, we can't let the mission..."

"What did you say? Because the follow-up mission was canceled, they won't pay the rest of the money?"

"Do you believe me or not? Do you believe me or not? I'll sue you right now!"

"You think I can sue you all I want? Let's see if the police believe us or you."

"No evidence? My phone call is proof enough..."

"Damn it!" With a curse, the phone was slammed to the ground with a loud crack, and even the most durable Nokia phone shattered into pieces.

The man on the phone stared at it for a while, then bent down with heartache, picked up the shattered pieces, and painstakingly pieced them back together.

He felt a sense of elevation as he pressed the power button and the screen lit up.

It's a phone that costs several hundred yuan. If it gets ruined, it'll be a waste of money.

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at the people beside him:

"Pack your things and leave. Those bastards took the wrong intelligence themselves, they messed up their mission, their leader is yelling at them, and they're shifting the blame."

"We won't get the rest of the money!"

"What a beast!"

After the man finished speaking, he dejectedly picked up his things from the ground. Nearby, a person who was adjusting equipment turned around, covered his head with his hands, and shouted:
"We signed a one-year rental contract, with rent paid 6 months in advance and 1 month as deposit, which is more than 7000 yuan!"

"And there's new equipment too!"

"This is fucking terrible!"

"Let's go, pack up the equipment, and then go find the landlord to get our money back!"

This little incident did not affect Lin Yi and the others.

Although competitive negotiation is more flexible than bidding, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

After resting overnight, Lin Yi and Yang Jun appeared at the West Lake Hotel early in the morning, leading their men to meet Lu Liang's group.

After a night of testing, the equipment at Fenshuijiang also delivered a satisfactory result.

This answer sheet was then converted into the review result document in the hands of Lü Liang and others.

Handing over the review documents, Lü Liang smiled and said, "President Lin, please take a look. If there are no problems, we can discuss the details of the cooperation agreement."

"After the discussions, we signed the cooperation agreement and made a prepayment."

"Now we can start working!"

Lin Yi and Yang Jun, along with the people behind them, reviewed the three review result documents separately. Upon seeing them, they smiled.

These three review result documents are completely identical, except for the detailed data content, which has been modified.

It's obvious that this was done by professionals.

After verifying that the review results were satisfactory, both parties moved on to the next stage: negotiating the terms of the cooperation agreement.

This is, after all, a project that brings together nearly 300 billion yuan, so the terms and conditions must be carefully considered. If even one clause is not properly agreed upon, there will be trouble later on.

So Lin Yi and his group simply took their people and checked into the West Lake Hotel.

If you're going to work, then go all out.

While Lin Yi was busy to the point of exhaustion, a phone call from across the ocean brought him back to his senses.

In the cold November wind, Lin Yi stood on the balcony, blowing in the cold air, and answered a call from Dmitry.

Dmitri's distinctive voice came through: "The goods have been received. I just checked them, and the quality is very good."

"You can start preparing for the next batch of goods."

“数量……你们的那个红米来30万，小米1来20万，小米1s10万！”

"Hurry up and get ready. I'll transfer the money to you as soon as I've processed the goods here!"

Lin Yi moved the phone away from his ear and put it in front of his eyes; the screen displayed the words "Dmitry".

Pressing the home button exits the call page and returns to the phone's home screen, where the date is clearly displayed.

November 16!

Judging by the timeline, the ship carrying the phone should have just arrived in Mexico this morning, and it's only evening now, and that guy is already making the call.

Lin Yi put the microphone to his mouth, and his question followed immediately:
"This stuff just arrived, and you've already sold your phone? Aren't you worried about tying up your funds?"

"Is it really that outrageous?"

Ensenada, Mexico.

This is a port in Baja California, Mexico. 80 kilometers north is the border between America and Mexico.

Thanks to this distance, smugglers in America like to drop off goods from the western Pacific region here, and then take mountain roads, coastal highways, or the desert to the east into America.

Because it saves money.

The same applies to the CIA smuggling network that Dmitry controlled.

At this moment, he walked through the warehouse rented by the CIA, his fingers tracing over the off-white boxes, the more he looked, the happier he became.

There are 15 such boxes here, which is equivalent to 15 mobile phones. Moreover, these 15 mobile phones have already been pre-ordered by the sales network below. All that is needed is for the CIA to open all these packages, implant eavesdropping software inside, repackage them, and then ship the goods out.

Earn $100 per phone, 1500 phones, $15 million.

Comfortable!

Moreover, it's easy to earn money and you can also complete departmental tasks at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

I don't have to deal with those idiots in the Coast Guard, and I don't have to share their money. The more I think about it, the happier I get.

Finally, Dmitri reached the end of Box Mountain, turned around, and walked toward the production line next to it.

On the production line, CIA agents carefully opened the phone packaging boxes, took out the phones, turned them on, and then installed the software.

The software was successfully installed. The computer was shut down, and it was repackaged in the original packaging and sealed with plastic film.

The process was slow, which annoyed Dmitri.

Such a slow pace will slow down the delivery speed and lengthen the payment cycle. A longer payment cycle will tie up funds and may even lead to other problems.

It's very annoying.

He rubbed his head, walked to the production line, pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked:

"Can you speed things up a bit? You're moving too slowly. When will we ever get 15 phones?"

"And there are hundreds of thousands more to come, this won't work!"

Upon hearing this, the CIA agents who were busy on the production line looked up at him with bitter expressions.

Finally, the CIA agent closest to Dmitry spoke with a wry smile:
“Mr. Dmitry, it’s not that we don’t want to speed things up, but implanting the software takes time, and the company’s phones, back stickers, and packaging boxes all have corresponding serial numbers.”

“If we speed up, the relevant things will be pasted incorrectly; there’s only one speed.”

"We also want to speed things up, after all, the benefits we can reap are related to these things." "But we can't speed it up!"

Listening to his complaints, Dmitri pressed his hand to his head, looked through the entire production line process, and then could only helplessly admit defeat.

He walked out while pressing his head with his hand and taking out his phone.

Stepping outside the warehouse and letting out a breath of the sea breeze from the eastern Pacific, he made a phone call to Navarro:
"Can you find another way to implant the software? The implantation speed is too slow!"

"From this morning until now, we have implanted less than 1000 phones in total."

"At this rate, it would take at least 150 days to produce 15 phones."

"But these 15 phones have already been pre-ordered and must be shipped out within a week at the latest."

"If we can't send the money out, we won't get our money back!"

"Also, I'm worried that if those people don't get the goods soon, they'll go directly to China to find someone. If they find that bastard Lin Yi and he gives them the same goods too, then we're finished."

When money was mentioned, the person on the phone immediately fell silent, with only heavy, rhythmic breathing coming from the receiver.

About 10 minutes later, Navarro's voice came through: "The online cyberspace group is changing its implantation method. You guys need to stop for a moment and get the goods out as soon as possible."

Dmitry was waiting for this very sentence, but he didn't show it immediately; instead, he revealed a hint of worry:
"Isn't this bad!"

The voice was very soft, and it sounded timid.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Navarro’s voice rang out again, his tone somewhat stern: “Send the goods out. The software can be installed at any time, but you only have one chance to make money.”

"We must seize this opportunity!"

"Okay! I'll handle it!" Dmitry hung up the phone and, with a spring-like smile on his face, slowly walked into the warehouse in November, just before winter was approaching.

Then he clapped his hands loudly, the sound pausing the busy people in the warehouse. They all turned around and looked at Dmitri with curiosity.

Under their gaze, Dmitri smiled and spoke:
"I just discussed it with the director, and he decided to have the colleagues in the cyberspace team try a different method of software implantation."

"In other words, the work you are doing now is to stop."

"Now, pack the disassembled phone back up for me as quickly as possible, and then we'll prepare to ship it."

"After the goods are delivered, everyone receives a bonus and then returns to their respective areas."

"hurry up!"

Upon hearing that they no longer had to do this damn job, the CIA agents next to the production line let out screams, then quickly got up, carefully repackaged the phones in their original boxes, and sent the boxes to the sealing machine to begin the sealing process.

Once sealed, these "brand new" phones returned to Box Mountain.

After putting the last one back, Dmitry waved his hand dismissively:
"Ship it!"

With the help of these CIA agents, the 15 cell phones were loaded onto trucks and driven eastward along Highway 3, deep into Mexico, and then spread into South America.

The journey from Ensena to Mexico City is over 2400 kilometers, passing through numerous cities along the way.

At the start, the five trucks moved very slowly. As they got closer to Mexico City, the trucks moved faster and the number of trucks decreased until only two remained.

After contacting the right person, the truck drove straight into a warehouse in the northwestern suburbs.

Inside the warehouse, Cateroloa, the Mexican mob boss in charge of receiving the goods, sat casually in a chair. Behind him in the darkness were more than thirty mobsters armed with rifles.

The truck stopped. The driver, a CIA agent who had dealt with these people several times before, got out naturally and opened the truck bed:

"The goods are all here. Each box contains an instruction manual. You can refer to it if you have any questions."

"The necessary repair parts will arrive in a couple of days."

"Check it. If the quantity is correct, then pay the money quickly."

Hearing this neither humble nor arrogant voice, Catroya stood up from his chair, walked up to the driver with a cold expression, and was about to speak when the driver preemptively said: "Inspect the goods, then pay."

"Don't give me any other nonsense, I don't have time to play with you."

In the darkness, the thirty-odd gangsters raised their guns, ready to fire, but were stopped by Catroya.

He stayed with the drivers and called on others to come forward to inspect the goods and count the quantity.

The dozens of people worked very efficiently, and the goods were counted in about two hours.

Under the watchful eyes of several drivers, Catroya picked up the satellite phone and made a call to the gang's financial manager.

Shortly after, the delivery driver's phone rang. He turned on the speakerphone, and Dmitry's voice came through:

"Once the funds arrive, let our partners know that it's a pleasure working with us."

"come back earlier!"

"Bye!"

After hanging up the phone, the drivers got into their cars and slowly drove away under Catroya's watchful gaze.

After the drivers left, Catroya opened a box, took out the carefully wrapped cell phone, and examined it closely in his palm.
"These foreign products are really good. Look at the feel, the weight, and the screen."

"Take another look at what you have in your hands!"

No one cooperated with him because many of them didn't have cell phones, and those who did had old-fashioned ones with screens only slightly larger than a thumb, barely big enough to see the phone number when making a call.

After carefully observing for about 10 minutes, Caterroya turned on the phone, rummaged through the phone box, and found an instruction manual.

Bilingual instruction manual.

A group of people spent a long time looking at the English text on their phones before finally changing the language from Chinese to English.

After switching to English, a group of people found a developer option in the settings. Hidden within the developer option were even more language choices, including Spanish.

The official language of Mexico is Spanish, but because Mexico is close to America, about 12% of the population can still communicate in English.

But it's clear that 12% of the population can't consume their goods, and having Spanish makes things much easier.

After selecting the language and agreeing to a series of requests, the phone's interface switched to Spanish.

It wasn't the native Spanish commonly used by Mexicans, but rather European Spanish, yet it was still understandable.

Seeing the familiar text made Catroya even happier. He turned off his phone and inserted his own SIM card.

Turn on.

After waiting for two or three minutes, the familiar signal format appeared in the upper left corner of the phone.

Then he made a phone call to another person present.

The call connected, and the sound from the receiver was clear, without any static or crackling.

After hanging up the phone, he naturally locked his phone and turned his head away.
"Distribute the goods!"

At 4 p.m., they began distributing the goods, and by 6 p.m., some people had appeared on the streets of Mexico City, in the area they controlled.

They were all wearing overcoats, and when they saw someone, they would suddenly pull off their overcoats:

"Hey bro, want a cell phone?"

"Brand new, boxed goods! Just shipped from China, still fresh!"

(End of this chapter)