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Chapter 602 Giving our Middle Eastern compatriots some real benefits! (First update!)

Texas wants independence, and I, surnamed Lin, have to lend a hand!
This is an inclusive world, a world that can easily accommodate 53 Americas.

After finishing his thoughts, Lin Yi looked up at Zhu Jingyao in front of him. The old man had already walked to the construction dock of the pier, and slowly sat down, his hands supporting the edge of the cement platform.

He stepped forward and sat down beside him.

Neither of them spoke; they simply watched the river flow slowly from afternoon until evening.

The lights of boats dotted the river. Zhu Jingyao struggled to his feet. "Let's go eat!"

"The chef at your shipyard canteen is quite skilled; his Dongpo pork is absolutely delicious. You probably haven't tried it yet."

"It's even more authentic than the most authentic Dongpo pork I've ever had in Lin'an."

This sentence left Lin Yi speechless.

Wherever Su Dongpo went, he would write about the local delicacies in his books. However, when he arrived in Lin'an, he invented his own Dongpo pork dish.

But the Dongpo pork in Lin'an always feels a bit strange.

I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it.

Now that Zhu Jingyao has said that, Lin Yi naturally has no way to respond.

We went to the shipyard canteen together, went to the Dongpo pork window, and ordered two.

The small earthenware pot contained Dongpo pork with a bright red color. After tasting it, I found that the flavor was indeed more authentic than that of Lin'an. I wouldn't say it was authentic, but the texture was definitely much better.

After the meal, Lin Yi said goodbye to Zhu Jingyao and had the driver take him to Hanshan Temple.

Back at the company, I looked up and found the lights in the rooftop meeting room were on.

anyone there?
Filled with curiosity, Lin Yi hurried upstairs. Just as he reached the door of the meeting room, he saw Ji Shuangshuang coming out of the finance department office. He quickly called out, "Why is the light in the meeting room on?"

Ji Shuangshuang tilted her head and walked over with small steps: "Little Sader is here. He just arrived, about half an hour ago. Liu Yongqiang is with him."

"Knowing you'd be back tonight, and soon, he didn't let us notify you."

Lin Yi was somewhat bewildered by his wife's words.

Little Sadr?

No, at this point in time, shouldn't Little Sa Dou be with his father, Sadr, consolidating the Sadr Movement's position in Iraq?
Why did you suddenly run over here?
Could it be that there was a problem with that so-called surveillance project before? Why did this guy run away?
This is not possible!

Filled with doubt, Lin Yi gently knocked on the door and then pushed it open.

The two people inside the room turned around and looked at him as he did so.

Liu Yongqiang nodded slightly, while Little Sader looked extremely happy, as if he were a drowning person who had seen a lifeline.

"Old Liu, go make yourself a cup of tea!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yongqiang knew that the boss was giving him a break, so he quickly picked up the teapot in front of him and said, "I'll go make you a cup of flower tea!"

He took the teapot and left. Lin Yi went up and sat down in the seat he had been sitting in, watching little Sader with a leisurely air:

"Why would you think of running away at this time? Shouldn't you stay in Iraq and consolidate your political position there?"

"I came out here to try and consolidate my position!" Little Sader spread his hands, responding with a helpless expression.

His words only made Lin Yi more confused.

Seeing his old friend's expression, Sader scratched his head: "Well..."

"Um……"

"It involves those overt political activities, which are extremely expensive."

“In our previous situation, my dad was on the run, using my grandfather’s reputation to recruit followers. Most of the time he was alone and it didn’t cost much money.”

"Now it's become more formalized. When he goes out to give a speech, he has to use his own name, but his own name isn't very well-known, so when he goes out to give a speech, they have to hire online trolls, arrange venues, and arrange fake fans for him."

"We also need to help him find those real fans; we can't let them down."

"Once all of this is done..."

"It costs a bit of money!"

"So I thought I'd come here to see if I could find some new ways to make money."

Hearing Sader's helpless words, Lin Yi could only laugh, and laugh out loud.

But he managed to hold it in. Just then, Liu Yongqiang brought in the flower tea. He picked up the tea, poured a cup, and handed it to Little Sader: "By the way, you should go sell oil!"

Picking up his flower tea, Sader said helplessly again, "This is all my father's fault!"

"After officially passing the Iraqi parliament's review and making the Sadr Movement a political party, he started talking about anti-corruption again."

"Then he publicly stated that he would not touch oil, and no one in the Sadr Movement would touch oil."

“We’ve been put on a pedestal by him.”

"Fortunately, there are gains and losses. At least most people, after seeing his actions, are willing to believe that he is an honest and upright politician with ideas, and their impression of us is gradually changing."

"His senses are excellent, but it's a real hardship for me!"

At this point, young Sader brought the flower tea to his lips and drank it in one gulp:
"Damn it!"

"He's destined for a life of hard work," Lin Yi thought to himself, then asked with a smile, "So, have you found a way yet?"

"Found it!" Setting down the cup, Little Sader pulled a Xiaomi 1s phone from his pocket and placed it in front of Lin Yi: "This is it!"

"Although Iraq's security situation has been relatively chaotic in recent years, the construction of communication infrastructure has not been neglected. Most cities and even some rural areas now have the corresponding communication infrastructure."

"There are very few large-screen, candybar-style phones like this over there."

"And the demand is huge. If I could become an agent for Iraq, or even the Middle East."

"I wouldn't say I'd make a fortune from this, but at least I could cover all the event expenses."

“And…” Sader turned on the screen, revealing the phone's wallpaper.

His phone wallpaper was unremarkable, but the person on it was his father, Sadr.

After showing off the wallpaper, he proudly put his phone away: "I was thinking, if I made a wallpaper for the phones sold in Iraq, the wallpaper would be a picture of my dad and some of his quotes."

"Couldn't that subtly influence some people?"

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Yi thought of someone.

Ms. Dong from Gree.

At the height of the mobile phone market, Gree also ventured into manufacturing mobile phones. However, their top executives went too far in flattering them, even embedding Ms. Dong's photo as the boot animation.

As soon as I turned on my phone, I could see Ms. Dong's gentle face.

Then, when that phone was released, the market didn't buy it at all.

After all, everyone loves beauty and doesn't like to have an ugly photo appear the moment they turn on their phone.

However, on the other hand, for Iraqis with strong religious beliefs, buying a phone with a built-in screen wallpaper to support their idols is actually not a bad idea.

That's a unique idea!
Lin Yi raised his right hand and gave a thumbs-up to Little Sader: "A brilliant idea, but I suggest you don't do it."

"You could create some compatible photos, then have others download your dad's picture and choose which one to set as their wallpaper." "Ideally, it should be a photo of your dad, accompanied by some inspiring words and your father's philosophy."

"So much the better!"

"Because of the goods you need, I can help you coordinate them!"

After reminding Sader, Lin Yi called Lei Jun in front of him.

After chatting with Lei Jun for two minutes, Lin Yi changed the subject and brought up the phone again:

“I have a friend who wants to become your mobile phone’s private agent in the Middle East.”

After hearing this, Lei Jun remained silent for a long time on the phone. After a while, he cautiously asked, "Your so-called private agent is smuggling, right?"

"President Lei is truly brilliant!" Lin Yi didn't hold back his praise, glancing back at Little Sader before adding:

"The other party is a member of the Sadr Movement, an Iraqi political party."

“You don’t have the ability to promote your products internationally yet. You can rely on them to build brand awareness first. In a few years, when you want to officially enter the Middle East, they can transform into your true agents.”

"And we can also provide you with asylum in Iraq."

"Several neighboring countries are also acceptable."

"How about it? Do you want to do it or not?"

On the other end of the phone, Lei Jun sat at his desk, holding a pen cap in his right hand and tapping it repeatedly on the table.

He didn't understand why these people always liked to smuggle.

and.

Why do I always run into these people?

It started with America, the smuggler, but since she wanted a large quantity of goods, he was happy to make money without having to do any maintenance.

Why is it still like this when we get to the Middle East?

so annoying!
He wanted to refuse because he wanted to create a unique brand identity for himself.

However, he quickly abandoned the idea because the mobile phone market in the Middle East has always been dominated by South Korea and Europe.

If the person Lin Yi mentioned could use smuggling to help him gain a foothold in the Middle East and the Mediterranean region, then that wouldn't be out of the question.

With a sigh, he decided to give in, but only half in.

He brought the microphone to his lips and said softly, "Okay, but I have conditions."

"That means he needs to renovate the store, to make it look like the store we have in your store, so that outsiders can at least tell the difference between our phones and others."

"This is a necessary condition; if you don't agree, I won't agree!"

In the meeting room of Xiaomi Heavy Industry, after listening to Lei Jun's request, Lin Yi smiled and looked at Little Sader, "My friend asked you to sell mobile phones and decorate your store to resemble theirs, at least to let people know the difference."

"This is a necessary condition. If you agree, he will ship the goods to you; if you don't agree, then there's no point in discussing it!"

Sadr snapped his fingers: "I agree!"

Lin Yi smiled and nodded, relaying Little Sader's agreement to Lei Jun.

He assumed that Sadr would agree as well.

After all, smuggled goods are grey market goods, but if they are sold in a more reputable store, they are genuine goods!

There is a price difference between officially imported and parallel imported goods.

Ordinary Iraqis don't have the means to travel tens of thousands of kilometers to China to personally find Lei Jun and inquire whether his store in Iraq is an officially authorized store.

Let's sell it first!

After acting as a go-between, relaying the conditions from both sides for a while, Lin Yi hung up the phone with Lei Jun and asked Little Sader:
"Has anything particularly interesting happened in the Middle East lately? Like the situation between Saudi Arabia and Israel?"

"No!" At the mention of amusement, little Sader shook his head vigorously, then pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Saudi Arabia has money, equipment, and its people are more united."

"They can go toe-to-toe with the Israelis, but we can't."

"Moreover, ISI, which had disappeared for some time, has recently shown signs of recovery."

"Several cities in northern Iraq have been attacked by terrorists, especially Mosul."

"There are even quite a few so-called terrorists who have infiltrated Mosul and are causing damage in the city."

Upon hearing about ISI again, Lin Yi's face twitched, and he also put his hand to his forehead.

Some time ago, the American people published an article stating that they had completely eliminated ISI and eradicated terrorism from a large area of ​​land including Iraq, Turkey, Syria, and Iran.

How come this guy who was supposed to be eliminated has come back to life here?
Is he really an indestructible cockroach?

Rubbing his temples, Lin Yi asked uncertainly in a low voice, "Are you sure?"

Sadr Jr. continued rubbing his temples: "I'm sure."

"Last week, a terrorist attack occurred in a small town north of Baghdad."

"The surveillance footage clearly captured the face of former ISI leader Badri, but in that video, Badri looked like an ordinary soldier."

"You ask me what's going on? I don't know the details either. All I can confirm is that ISI is indeed still alive."

"It's so annoying!"

At this moment, Lin Yi didn't know what words to use to comfort the dejected young man in front of him.

Unfortunately, the border region between Iraq, Turkey, Syria, and Iran is too chaotic. Among these countries, apart from Türkiye, the others do not have strong control over their own territories.

It's impossible to make it as easy as using your own arm.

Naturally, there was no way to effectively deal with ISI. However, he was more curious about where ISI's weapons and equipment came from, since those things were made of real money and needed to be transported, resulting in real losses.

Those all cost money.

Is it the CIA?

Are they the princes of the Gulf states?

England?
France?
Or Israel?
Unable to understand, he decided not to think about it anymore. As long as that thing didn't reach out its hand, it had nothing to do with him.

He stood up, patted little Sadr on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Let's go, it's getting late, I'll take you to rest."

"Tomorrow morning, I will act as a witness and have you sign a large-scale supply agreement with Xiaomi."

"Then you can buy in bulk and sell it to the Middle East."

"Actually, if I were you, I wouldn't limit my focus to the Middle East. I would look further afield, such as Türkiye or Eastern Europe."

“Those places are much more receptive to advanced products than your Middle East.”

"And they're willing to pay!"

(End of this chapter)