Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 646 I'm afraid you'll die! (Third update!)

Shanghai International Hotel.

The negotiation team from Goldman Sachs headquarters in New York was stationed here. The person in charge of liaison knocked on the door of Max Irwin, the leader of the negotiation team, and said, "Sir, the company called Xiaomi Heavy Industry has replied."

"In their reply, they invited you to dinner tonight to discuss preliminary details of the cooperation. What do you think..."

Max was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel suite, leisurely sipping red wine. Hearing the noise, he said without turning his head:
Tell them we're busy these next couple of days and will be available in a few days!

"In addition, we need to ask them to submit another operating status report. We need to conduct an in-depth evaluation of them. Only after an in-depth evaluation can we make a comprehensive investment in them."

Upon hearing this, the person in charge nodded, turned around, and left the room.

Shortly after he left the room, the phone that Max had placed beside him rang.

Upon answering, he discovered it was his immediate supervisor. His previous arrogance vanished; he quickly stood up, holding the phone, bowed, and spoke to the person on the other end in a fawning tone:
"Mr. Adria, rest assured, based on my understanding of these Chinese companies, even if we have a bad attitude, they will still fawn over us and try to please us."

"We just need to select suitable companies from among these companies that are trying to curry favor with us, make an initial investment, and then sell them in two years!"

"Don't worry, you can rest assured!"

"Your work is the most important."

Amid a flurry of compliments, the call was disconnected. Max put down his phone, quickly reverting to his previous haughty demeanor, and continued drinking his beverage.

After finishing his drink, he stood up, walked out of the room, found the person in charge, and beckoned to him with his finger:

"Contact the people at Xiaomi Heavy Industry and tell them we'll be there tonight!"

"Also, could you contact someone in Shanghai for me? I need to go and help Mr. Adria out!"

The person in charge nodded repeatedly, then turned and left to prepare the contact person.

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Yanjing.

After several hours of investigation and questioning, the office of the head of the Foreign Investment Administration Department finally confirmed one thing: the system had not been hacked, and the applications appearing in the system were indeed issued by the corresponding companies.

They do indeed want to invest in China, but negotiations are needed before they can do so.

And it was a high-level negotiation.

They have reported the matter to higher authorities and are awaiting a response from their superiors.

Waiting is agonizing.

While they were suffering, they were also thinking hard, wondering why these people would suddenly act this way, after all, flies don't land on eggs without cracks.

Just then, the office phone on Zhai Yueyang's desk rang. He answered it casually, and a deep voice came through:

"I am Leng Yun. Are you Comrade Zhai Yueyang?"

This question left him unsure how to respond. Having worked in Yanjing, he had naturally heard of Leng Yun's name.

That was a powerful figure he could only look up to but never reach. If there were no special circumstances, they would probably be like two parallel lines in this life, each on their own track.

But now, the other party has called out his name, and it's obvious that the other party should know that his boss is right next to him.

This……

This is somewhat disrespectful to the leader.

He looked to his superior for help, but the other person naturally looked away, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

With no help from his superiors, Zhai Yueyang had no choice but to respond with a stiff upper lip:

"I am Zhai Yueyang, may I ask..."

Before he could finish his question, Leng Yun on the other end said:
"A team will arrive downstairs in 20 minutes. All you have to do is take this team and go meet with the teams that submitted your project proposals."

"The specific interactions with those negotiation teams will be handled by the team that was dispatched. Your job is to cooperate with the team and, after the negotiations are completed, inform the other party that, after comprehensive evaluation, the negotiations did not pass the review and they need to readjust."

"do you understand?"

Zhai Yueyang did not respond immediately, but instead looked to his leader for help.

His superior noticed the gaze, coughed lightly, and turned away, leaving Zhai Yueyang with only his back to him.

The meaning is clear: I'm not getting involved!
Seeing this, Zhai Yueyang could only reluctantly agree to Leng Yun's request.

The call ended, and Zhai Yueyang looked at his superior:
"Boss, help me!"

His superior waved his hand repeatedly: "It can't be saved, it was all part of the plan!"

"It's all part of the plan, so go ahead!"

"Oh, and remember to bring me a pack of cigarettes when you come back!"

After saying a few nonsensical words, Zhai Yueyang's superior disappeared through the door in the blink of an eye, and the others also quickly vanished, leaving only Zhai Yueyang alone.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Zhai Yueyang's private phone rang.

It was Leng Yun who mentioned it.

After going downstairs, he met up with these people in front of the office building and got into the car. Zhai Yueyang had been observing these people the whole time. They had buzz cuts and bulging temples, and seemed to be soldiers engaged in clerical work.

The vehicle started, and the passenger in the front seat opened his briefcase, took out a document, and handed it to Zhai Yueyang:

"Comrade Zhai Yueyang, the contents of this document are the purpose of those people's visit to China this time."

“We’ll handle the confrontation with the other side. All you need to do is play the good cop after we’ve finished our confrontation.”

Amidst the explanation, Zhai Yueyang opened the file and then quickly closed it again.

Two seconds later, he opened the file again.

[Genetic modification...]

He read those words aloud, then stared wide-eyed at the person in front of him: "Really?"

The passenger in the front seat turned around, flashing a set of bright white teeth: "It's fake, but that doesn't stop them from believing it's real!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of sinister laughs erupted from inside the car.

The vehicle continued on its way and soon arrived at the Yanjing International Hotel, the venue for the negotiations.

In the room, Adria sat in a wheelchair. When the people below reported to him that the Chinese negotiation team had arrived at the hotel and was going upstairs, he involuntarily sat up straight and kept gripping the armrests of the wheelchair.

He arrived in Yanjing early yesterday morning, and immediately instructed his subordinates to submit the relevant cooperation agreement application according to procedure.

Around 11 a.m., someone from the commerce department called to verify, and he then had someone submit the true intentions.

He hadn't expected these people to act so quickly, and without any attempt to conceal their intentions. A short while later, the door was pushed open, and his personal butler led several people into the room, approaching him.

The butler greeted him, while the men behind him simply nodded calmly in return. The man who appeared to be the leader slowly walked up to him and extended his right hand.

“Hello Mr. Adria, I am Zhai Yueyang from the Foreign Investment Administration Division. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

"China is currently experiencing a great opportunity for development, and we welcome investors from all over the world to invest and develop in China."

"Your investment will help China's economy take off. On behalf of the Ministry of Commerce, I would like to express my gratitude to you once again."

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhai Yueyang glanced around and then continued to say to Adria, "Mr. Adria, your request this time is rather unusual. I wonder if you could let the others leave first?"

Special requirements?

The word startled Adria at first, but he quickly realized that the other person's situation was special, which meant they understood his true thoughts.

Thinking of this, he quickly asked the butler to call everyone else out, leaving only himself, the butler, and the group of people led by Zhai Yueyang.

It wasn't a very formal negotiation, so the group didn't stand on ceremony and simply sat down across a table in the suite's reception room.

After the butler served tea, Adria cautiously confirmed, "Mr. Zhai Yueyang, is what you came here to discuss really what I mentioned?"

Zhai Yueyang did not respond, but nodded to the side. The person to his left took documents out of a briefcase, while the person to his right took a laptop out of a bag.

I took out my laptop, turned it on, and a video started playing inside.

The video shows Sedar and others training by running across the plateau while wearing powered exoskeletons.

The documents that the man on the left took out were also handed over to Adria by Zhai Yueyang.

These materials were naturally from Lin Yi's hands; they were obtained in an emergency.

Zhai Yueyang only glanced at it briefly before getting on the bus.

I only know that it's something, but I don't know exactly what it is.

The person to his left, however, began to explain after Adria took the documents:
“We are well aware of Mr. Adria’s demands, and we are very willing to be his friend. However, as friends, we must be upfront about the unpleasant aspects.”

"More than a decade ago, we did obtain research data from the former Soviet Union, but because our biotechnology foundation was relatively weak, we only made a breakthrough in the last two years."

"What you see are indeed our genetic warriors."

"The above suggestion means that if you want it, we can provide it, but you will need to pay a certain price, and we do not cover after-sales service!"

Perhaps noticing Adria's somewhat puzzled expression, the person on the left took another document from their briefcase, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Adria:

"In our experiment, the oldest person who actively participated was only 73 years old."

"This is a 73-year-old farmer who has worked hard all his life. He is all muscle and strength, and he can still carry more than 100 kilograms of millet over mountains and valleys."

"After the gene injection, his physical functions were almost restored to those of a 50-year-old."

"After comparison, his body's functional cells gained an extra number of divisions, which can probably support 4 to 5 more divisions."

"Even such a hardworking person, during the period after the injection and while the drug was taking effect."

"He almost couldn't hold on!"

"And Mr. Adria, you are already 92 years old, I don't think you'll make it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the right naturally turned the laptop screen towards himself, operated it for a while, and then turned the screen towards Adria.

On the screen was a huge operating table, and on the operating table lay a person whose limbs, waist, and neck were all restrained and fixed.

Because of the breathing mask on their face, their features were not very clear, but judging from their overall skin tone, hair, and the marks on their hands and feet, they were someone who had worked hard for many years.

The operating table was surrounded by people, and through their transparent masks, one could see that they were looking solemnly at the person in the center of the operating table.

Just then, a small cart was pushed over from the side, and on the cart were eight light green vials of medicine.

Each of these eight vials of medicine has a serial number attached.

The trolley was pushed to the side of the operating table. The doctor pushing the trolley took out a registration book from underneath and handed it to the doctor next to the operating table for registration and signature. After the handover, the trolley and the doctor left together, leaving only the eight vials of medicine behind.

After watching the beginning, the person on the right put the computer screen away and started playing the video at double speed.

Then the computer screen was turned to Adria.

In the footage, the anesthesiologist exchanged a few words with the person on the operating table before starting to inject the anesthetic.

Once everyone had completely lost consciousness, the doctor who had been standing next to the medicine took out several needles, extracted all eight vials of medicine, and then arranged them according to their serial numbers.

After waiting another 10 minutes or so, once the anesthesiologist had finished his examination and confirmed that the injection could begin, the doctor in charge of the medication picked up the first needle and inserted it into the person on the operating table.

The first injection had no effect.

The second injection had little effect either.

After the third injection, the person on the operating table began to react.

The muscle spasms began, with abnormal shaking. The doctor administering the injection quickly looked at the monitoring equipment beside him, while the nurses and doctors on the other side had already prepared a defibrillator and other necessary medications.

The person on the hospital bed trembled for a while, then fell silent again.

Once the electrocardiogram monitor was functioning normally, the doctor who was giving the injection picked up the fourth needle and injected it as quickly as possible.

As soon as the medication was administered, the person on the operating table suddenly opened their eyes. Their eyes were bloodshot and bulging outwards, giving the impression that their eyes were about to explode!
At the same time, his dark skin began to slowly turn purple!
The doctor administering the injection hesitated, while the doctor next to him grabbed a defibrillator, ready to begin resuscitation. Suddenly, a voice rang out in the frame:
"Give us the 5th shot!"

The doctor administering the injection didn't move immediately; the sound rang out again.
"Give the fifth shot! That's an order!"

Upon receiving the order, the doctor quickly picked up the fifth needle and administered it to the person on the operating table.

After the injection, the person on the operating table trembled less and their eyes slowly closed.

The whole process took less than a minute, but in the video, it was clear that the doctors and nurses were soaked in sweat.

After waiting for about two minutes, the voice that had given the order rang out again: "Give the 6th injection!"

The doctor administering the injection did not rush into action. Instead, he used his hand to pry open the eyelids of the person on the operating table, took a careful look, picked up the sixth needle, and pushed all the medication in.

After the sixth injection, the patient remained still for 30 seconds before the doctor administered the seventh injection.

There was still no progress after the 7th injection.

And his heartbeat was normal.

The group of people looked at each other, and then the doctor who was giving the injection picked up the 8th needle and injected it.

As soon as the medication was administered, the person on the operating table suddenly opened their eyes and began to struggle frantically, even pulling up the restraints.

(End of this chapter)