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Chapter 589 Negotiations Amidst the Chaos! (Second Update!)
Virginia.

It was morning local time, and Dmitry was very happy to see the news as soon as he woke up.

Because trading the lives of these few people for over 1000 million US dollars is well worth it, since it wasn't their own people who died.

The CIA has plenty of people like that in Europe; if you don't do it, there are plenty of others who will.

After washing up, he poured himself a glass of red wine, and then took it to his computer, which was full of secrets.

I turned on my computer, searched through it for a while, and found an email from Lin Yi.

The email contained a list, and the list was entirely made up of Japanese people. The team leader's name was Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu.

Judging from the photo, he is a very energetic middle-aged Japanese man who looks like he has achieved success in his career.

He dragged the list to the left side of the computer screen and opened another email, which also contained a list.

The name above is exactly the same as the name in Lin Yi's email.

However, each of these names now includes an additional description.

Below Hidehiro Yoshitsugu's name.

This is his resume from elementary school to the present.

Judging from his resume, he was just an ordinary young man from a small town who worked hard to come to Tokyo, only to be slapped in the face by Tokyo. He then corrected his attitude and began to work diligently as a corporate slave.

Until middle age.

As for the company he works for, it was established last year.

The company's CEO is mentioned at the end of its introduction.

Adolf Roosevelt.

This name...

Dmitri didn't want to say more, but anyone who had such a name in Europe would probably get beaten to death as soon as they went out.

but……

His gaze fell on the end of the document, where a simple sentence was written.

This company is a military equipment provider for the Central Theater Command, primarily supplying drones.

He reread the sentence from beginning to end, looking at it over and over again for a long time, before suddenly slamming the mouse to the ground.

"You bastard, you made money without me!"

A few seconds later, he picked up the mouse again, carefully wiped away the dust, and continued browsing the emails he had just read.

The CIA has very little to investigate regarding military equipment suppliers.

It was only mentioned that initially, the Navy was procuring some parts from them.

Then, some construction services were procured for the Indian Ocean and Pacific theaters.

Finally, the Central Theater Command's frontline command purchased a large number of architectural design contracts from the other side. Judging from the relevant architectural contracts, the other side's designs were perfect, and the prices were very low.

At the very end of the document, the CIA agent also attached a set of blueprints and photos from the scene.

Demeter may not understand architectural blueprints, but he can clearly see the site design from a defensive perspective.

The location designed by the other side was indeed a place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

6.

After reading the email, he took out his phone and sent a message to the CIA agent who had sent it to him.

Don't tell anyone about this! Your bonus this year will be increased by another 10!

After sending the message, he called Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu, referring to the number on the email.

"Hello sir, this is Hidehiro Yoshitsugu. May I ask how I can help you?"

As soon as the call connected, fluent English came from the other end—not the strange, Japanese-accented English, but very fluent English.

Normal English!
This made him feel much more favorably toward Hidehiro Yoshigo.

Damn it, I really can't understand that weird Japanese English.

Having organized his thoughts, Dmitri said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Hidehiro Yoshitsugu, I am a friend of your boss, Mr. Adolf Roosevelt. I presume he has already given you the task list."

"Now, you need to do as I say."

Where are you now?

"Felderhofen, Netherlands! We just arrived around 10 p.m. last night!"

Upon hearing the address given, Dmitry's smile widened. The headquarters of ASML was located in Feldhofen.

He notified Lin Yi to prepare personnel to go to Europe, and all in all, the time did not exceed 48 hours.

In other words, as soon as I sent the message, the other party was ready to depart for the Netherlands.

This execution efficiency is far better than that bunch of useless people under my command.

If everyone below had this level of efficiency, how could we not make money?
He took a deep breath and spoke again to the person on the phone:

"Give me your address, and I'll have someone send you a letter later."

"Take this letter to Asmaier Company and find their chairman, Eric Arthur!"

"Remember, go directly to him!"

"If anyone tries to stop you, tell them that Mr. Dmitry sent you!"

"When you meet Eric Arthur, hand him your proposal and see his reaction."

"Alright, see you in the Netherlands!"

After giving his instructions, Dmitry hung up the phone and immediately called to book a plane ticket to Europe, specifically to Belgium.

There was no other way; a lot of people had died in the European Commission. As one of the founding members of NATO, they had the obligation and the capability to provide security guarantees for the organization's member states.

First go to Belgium, then go to the Netherlands.

It won't arouse any suspicion from others at all!
After booking the plane tickets, I also received Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu's information and checked the address.

He found the contact information of the head of the European branch, sent a message to the other party, and asked them to prepare a letter, a letter to purchase equipment. He also asked someone to send the letter to purchase equipment to the address sent by Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu.

After doing all that, he began packing his things and preparing to leave.

…………

Feldhofen, Netherlands.

At the hotel, Yoshihiro Yoshitaka hung up the phone, typed a text message on his phone, and sent the address to the number that had called.

After sending the message, he kept tapping his head with his hand, trying to recall the name Dmitri.

He felt like he'd heard the name somewhere before, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't quite place it.

Unable to come up with an answer, he decided to stop thinking about it and turned back to reading the documents his boss had sent him, familiarizing himself with the relevant procurement plans.

This time, the boss wants to purchase a lithography machine with a process technology ranging from 128 nanometers to 250 nanometers.

However, he also made a veiled condition in the proposal: that the equipment could be upgraded, and he hoped it could be upgraded to 90 nanometers.

If possible, it would be best to upgrade to 45 nanometers.

Of course, upgrading to 65 nanometers would also work.

To his boss's idea, Hidehiro Yoshitsugu could only think, "You're really taking advantage of everyone." Despite these thoughts, the smile on Yoshitsugu's face never faded.

Because chip manufacturing requires a lot of human and material resources, and the fact that his boss can do these things shows that he has enough connections and substantial capital in China.

Someday in the future, the boss might think I'm hardworking and transfer me to the China headquarters.

At that time, I can achieve great success and reach the pinnacle of life.

He was no longer the timid and submissive Hidehiro Yoshitsugu, but the Hidehiro Yoshitsugu who would be called the Director by those damned bastards.

Dmitri's men didn't keep them waiting long; less than three hours later, someone knocked on the door.

The door opened, and the person first pulled open their clothes to show off the pistol hanging on them, then took a letter from their pocket:
"Excuse me, who is Mr. Hidehiro Yoshitsugu?"

Yoshihiro stepped forward, but the visitor did not immediately hand him the letter. Instead, he took out a photograph, carefully compared it, and then handed over the letter.
"The letter has been delivered. Please reply!"

"Thank you!"

After saying this, the other person did not rush to leave, but placed his hands on his lower abdomen and looked at Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu with a smile on his face.

Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu took the letter with both hands and began to examine the details on the envelope.

The envelope was sealed with wax on the back, and there was no stamp on the front, only two lines of text.

It was written in Dutch.

He didn't recognize him, but he could guess who he was.

Either it is addressed to Mr. So-and-so, or it is addressed to Mr. So-and-so.

As for the following text, it should be the name of the person who wrote this letter, but I still don't know them.

As Yoshihiro placed the letter on his right hand, he was about to express his gratitude when he noticed that the person opposite him had a strange expression, as if he were scrutinizing him.

After making eye contact with the other person for a moment and realizing that the other person had other intentions, he calmly took out his phone and dialed Dmitry's number in front of the other person.

He even turned on the speakerphone, and once the other end spoke, he immediately switched to a cheerful tone: "Mr. Dmitry, I have received your letter. Thank you for your help!"

"I will explain everything to our boss!"

After speaking, he held the phone forward, and the young man in front of him asked:
"Do you want to say something to Mr. Dmitry?"

This sentence made Dmitry on the other end of the phone realize that something seemed to be going on.

The next moment, his serious voice rang out: "Is there a problem?"

The voice had barely left his lips when the young man standing at the door quickly said:

"Sir, due to the successive deaths of several high-ranking officials at the European Commission, our European branch has strengthened its defenses. Therefore, we repeatedly verify the identities of any outsiders."

"I'm sorry to bother you!"

This explanation left Dmitry speechless, because the people who launched the operation in Europe were people they had brought in from other places.

The senior management of the European branch were unaware of this, so it's understandable.

He only said "this is the last time," then turned and gave Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu a few more instructions before hanging up the phone.

The young man at the door finished his confirmation and turned to leave.

Standing inside the door, Hidehiro Yoshitsugu closed the door and slowly slid down against the wall, holding a phone in his left hand and a letter in his right, and began to gasp for breath.

He took deep breaths for a long time, but still couldn't calm his rapidly beating heart.

Because he felt as if he had been involved in a tremendous event.

Is a racing heart a sign of fear?

No, it's excitement!

It's the excitement of suddenly becoming involved in the depths of this world after decades of mediocrity.

Are you afraid of dying?
It's scary, but shouldn't someone who's grown up reading heroic tales rise to the challenge in this situation?
At that moment, he finally remembered why the name Dmitri sounded familiar.

Several years ago, when President America visited Japan, her name appeared on the official visitor list released by Japan.

A very simple name, a very simple introduction.

CIA.

At this moment, he became even more curious about the identity of their boss, the man who went by the alias Adolf Roosevelt.

What kind of person would choose such a name? And how could a Chinese person be able to connect with Dmitry, and their relationship seems quite close?

I'm getting more and more curious.

After spending half a day calming his racing heart, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu took out his phone and called the number he often contacted.

A hoarse female voice came through, and Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu quickly told him what had just happened. The hoarse female voice did not give much explanation, but only told him to contact ASML Corporation as soon as possible.

Upon receiving instructions, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu grabbed his briefcase, went out, called two people, and boarded the hotel shuttle to head to ASML.

Upon arriving at the target company, they encountered trouble at the company's reception area.

Because there was no appointment.

So the company receptionist absolutely refused to let them go up. After hesitating for a long time, he tried to take out the letter:

"This is a letter from a gentleman who said that with this letter, he can meet your chairman, Mr. Eric Arthur."

He was just trying it out, but to his surprise, when Shinsuke was presented to the front desk, the receptionist saw it and her eyes widened.

He hurriedly stood up, bowing and apologizing repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'll call the chairman's secretary right now!"

Soon, the receptionist picked up the phone and reported to the chairman's secretary in Dutch.

Less than 20 minutes after the call was made, the elevator behind the lobby opened from the inside, and two people hurriedly walked out.

After clearly recognizing the person standing at the front desk, he quickly walked over and asked in English:

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Hidehiro Yoshitsugu?"

"I am, and you are?" Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu responded, his gaze fixed on the person in front of him.

The other party smiled apologetically, then quickly introduced himself: "I am Mr. Eric Arthur's secretary. May I ask about that letter..."

The next second, the letter was presented to him. He didn't take it, but stared at the handwriting for a while, nodded, then turned to the side and pointed to the elevator:
"This way, sir. Mr. Eric Arthur is waiting for you upstairs!"

Led by the chairman's secretary, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu and his two companions went upstairs and finally appeared in front of Eric Arthur's office.

The secretary pushed open the door, but didn't go in. Instead, she stood to the side and raised her hand.

"Sir please!"

Nodding to him, Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu turned and walked confidently into the office.

In the office, Eric Arthur had already made coffee. Seeing someone enter, he raised his hand and pointed to the seat opposite him:

"Mr. Ji Gang, please have a seat!"

Once everyone was seated, he eagerly reached out his hand: "Could you give me that letter?"

The letter fell into his hands as he spoke.

He opened the letter, read its contents as quickly as possible, put it down, and then weighed it down with his coffee cup.

“I already know why you've come, but…”

"We're in such a rush!"

(End of this chapter)