Xiaomi Heavy Industry, its first entrepreneurial venture!

Chapter 93 White Gloves! (Third update!)
The cold wind hit his face, and Tao Zhanpeng wanted to curse, but years of hard work have made him put away his anger, and he can greet anyone with a smile at any time and in any place.

He rubbed his face and asked the person opposite him in a calm tone:

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"You don't think I'm so busy with business that I don't read international news, do you?"

"Hundreds of acres of land were completely flattened and destroyed."

"Even if you think with your ass, you know that the person behind all this wouldn't use just this little ammunition."

"There will just be more ammunition, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of tons of ammunition."

"At this level, do you think it's appropriate for a small fry like me to join in?"

The person on the other end was obviously stumped by these questions and didn't speak for a long time. Only heavy breathing could be heard from the phone.

The sounds of wind, breathing, and car horns in the brightly lit areas intertwined in the cold night, making it impossible to concentrate.

The cold wind blew, and the voice came from the phone again:

"Mr. Tao, we have no other options. If we had any options, I wouldn't contact you."

"The sheer quantity and bizarre origin of the explosives that turned up in Iraq is truly unsettling."

"Can you imagine what kind of tragedy would happen if explosives of that size appeared in Japan, in Tokyo?"

"Of course, you won't understand what I'm saying. All I can say is that if a similar situation happened in Japan, you wouldn't have a good time either."

By the river, Tao Zhanpeng couldn't help but frown at the few words he heard on the phone. He took a deep breath, raised his hand and slapped himself, then forced himself to suppress the curse words in his mouth. He continued to ask the other party in a calm tone:

"Do you know if it's really the high-energy explosives you're talking about?"

“I won’t walk to the beach at all.”

"Just take the train to the west, through Kazakhstan, Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iran, and then out the door you'll reach Iraq."

"Are you going to ask me to go to the north to investigate?"

Tao Zhanpeng's repeated excuses made the person on the other end of the phone angry. After Tao Zhanpeng finished his excuses, the other party asked slowly:

"Mr. Tao, you don't want your identity to be known to others, right?"

“Think about it, think about the good life you have now, think about who gave you this life?”

"You have a beautiful wife and a pair of lovely children."

"You have a kind mother who always cares about you, a brother who respects you, and a sister who likes to follow you around."

"Think about them."

"You don't want your current life to be suddenly disrupted, do you?"

"That's all I have to say. Go investigate carefully and use your connections."

"I'll give you a week. Report to me whatever information you find."

"goodbye!"

In the cold wind, the beeping sound of the phone was particularly harsh. Snowflakes happened to be falling from the sky, floating on my face, making me feel bone-chilled.

…………

“In China, we are artists, but here, we are just workers.”

In a luxurious hotel room, the lines from a TV drama came out from the TV. Smith, who was busy at the computer next to him, heard the line, paused for a moment, shook his head, and continued typing on the keyboard.

More than ten minutes later, I finished editing an email, checked what I wanted to say, and made sure there was nothing missing. Then I saved the document and clicked send.

After sending it, he picked up the bottle on the table and poured half a glass of white wine into the glass next to him. Then he stood up and walked to the refrigerator, took out two pieces of ice from the refrigerator, threw them into the glass, shook it gently, and then walked to the floor-to-ceiling window with the glass.

Outside the window is the most prosperous night view of Shanghai.

The Huangpu River cuts through the city, dividing it in two. Neon lights dazzle. Smith raises his glass and taps it gently against the windowpane.
“Cheers!”

"In America I'm just an ordinary boss, but here I'm the king!"

He drank very quickly and finished a glass of white wine in just two or three minutes.

He turned around and was about to pour another glass when the phone next to the computer suddenly rang, completely waking up the drunken Smith.

He walked over with the wine glass, only to find that it was a text message from someone named Eyes.

[Check your email! Password: a123321123321a]

After seeing the name clearly, the drunkenness in Smith's eyes completely faded away. He put down his wine glass and quickly switched the mailbox on his computer to another one.

In this mailbox, there is a piece of mail lying quietly.

There is also a compressed file attached to the email.

With excitement in his heart and trembling hands, Smith downloaded the attachment and entered the password to decompress it.

A new compressed package popped up, he entered the decompression password again, and decompressed it again.

Then there is a new compressed package.

After decompressing it four times in a row, what popped up was finally no longer a compressed package, but a folder.

The folder was opened, revealing a document and dozens of photos.

The mouse falls on the document, and the finger gently clicks it. The document opens and the corresponding content pops up.

Lin Yi's resume

Born on April 6, 1984.

[He graduated from the Tokyo University Men's Vocational and Technical College and was admitted to the graduate school of the same university in the same year.

On October 6, 2009, he left school due to his parents' car accident. On October 19, 2009, Dongda Men's Vocational and Technical College announced the preliminary list of students for the master's and doctoral programs that year, and he ranked first in academic performance.

【从2009年10月6日至2009年11月10日，一直在整理公司业务，期间将自己四叔送进监狱。】

On the evening of November 11th, I bought an expedited flight from Suzhou Zhanwu Airport to Yanjing, presumably to solicit investment. I stayed in Yanjing for three days and returned overnight on November 15th, the weekend of that week.

On November 16, Lin Laosan Electric Appliance Factory received an investment of 520 million yuan. This information came from internal bank intelligence.

On November 17th, some construction vehicles appeared at the Lin Laosan Electric Factory and began working on the factory.

According to observations on December 27th, this construction team was not an ordinary one; it was highly disciplined. Our informants attempted to contact them but were unable to extract any information from them.

Seeing this string of words, Smith's eyes narrowed and his whole body subconsciously tensed up.

This string of text is color-coded, and the words "highly disciplined" are marked in red and bold as a special reminder.

He sat on the chair, tapping the armrests with his fingers, his facial expressions changing, as if he was conflicted, or afraid.

After scratching his head in his chair for a long time, Smith finally chose to continue reading the documents.

Scroll down the mouse wheel and new information comes into view.

We participated in the Suzhou Commodity Fair and, using a unique safety promotional video, successfully attracted the attention of customers from the Middle East and secured an order. According to official sources, the order was valued at approximately US$10 million and was delivered on December 16, 2009.

On December 24, 2009, they traveled to Shanghai, Shanghai, carrying accounting records and vandalizing Miles Electronics. They successfully exploited the information gap and imprisoned the chairman, general manager, and several senior executives of Miles Electronics. [Note: Information obtained by the informant indicates that Lin Yi stated at the scene that he had obtained the information through a friend, who then confirmed that Miles Electronics Chairman Liu Qiming had committed murder. However, the informant's investigation did not reveal any contact between Lin Yi and similar individuals.]

On December 27, 2009, at a Starbucks in Shanghai's Jiangkou District, he met with a former Myers supplier, suspected of investment.

The intelligence ends here.

Further down, there is nothing.

After Smith finished reading the information, he scrolled his mouse upwards to the information about Lin Yi going to Yanjing on November 11.

Then he scrolled down again and came to the news about obtaining 5.2 million investment.

He manually highlighted both messages in red and bold, switched pages, cut out the photos in the folder, clicked on them, and then looked at them one by one.

The photos contain a lot of content, which is very diverse, and the shots are also very rare.

But the main subjects of the photos are Lin Yi and Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

There is Lin Yi squatting on the roadside eating breakfast, there is Lin Yi under the surveillance camera, and there is Lin Yi from the perspective of passers-by.

As for the photos of Xiaomi Heavy Industry, they are mainly photos of on-site construction taken from high vantage points.

The photo clearly shows the large scale of the construction and the busy people in the construction area.

Smith picked out the photos of the construction site and screened them again. Finally, he dragged a few photos to another folder and continued to look at them.

These photos, taken from different angles, almost cover the entire construction area of ​​Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

Then, Smith enlarged the picture, pressed his finger directly on the photo, gestured for a while, switched to the next photo, and continued gesturing.

Finally, he entered all the results of his gestures into a table and began to calculate the scope of the construction site. At the same time, he began to calculate how much money would be needed for a similar factory site.

After more than two hours of busy work, it was already dawn and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was slowly beginning to brighten.

Just before dawn, Smith finally came up with the final answer.

The cost is over 30 billion US dollars!
After reaching this conclusion, he collapsed directly into the chair, holding his head in his hands, looking at the number in disbelief, and muttering:
"No way, absolutely impossible."

"If he's so damn rich, would he care about his order?"

"No!" After muttering to himself for a while, Smith slapped his head hard, his tense face relaxed, and he let out a breath.

"I forgot to convert the purchasing power and exchange rate of both currencies!"

By importing the purchasing power exchange rate between the RMB and the US dollar, Smith came up with a relatively normal number.

The investment for a factory covering such a large area is about RMB 10 billion.

A very normal number.

18 square meters of land is already a very low number.

Smith took out a piece of white paper from next to the computer, picked up a pen, and wrote two place names on it.

Suzhou.

Yanjing.

Two arrows were drawn between these two place names.

The arrow on the left points to Gusu, and the arrow on the right points to Yanjing.

After hesitating for a moment, he wrote "surrender" next to the arrow on the right.

Then he wrote white gloves next to the arrow on the left.

After writing these two words, he circled the word "Yanjing" with the pen in his hand.

A question mark was drawn at the end.

After writing this question mark, he wrote Xiaomi Heavy Industry under Gusu, and then drew two more question marks behind it.

Smith's years of business acumen told him that there were unknown secrets involved, and the core of the secret was in Yanjing, and the breakthrough point of the secret was in Gusu, in Lin Yi.

The pen was picked up and put down again, and the rustling sound of writing was heard. Next to the name Lin Yi, a word appeared - white gloves.

When he was in trouble, he went to Yanjing to seek help. No one knew who he met or what they talked about. In short, Lin Yi got the investment, and the price was that he became a white glove and helped others.

Although he and Xiaomi Heavy Industry, which he owns, are named after him, the final profits should be sent to Yanjing and to the hands of the person wearing the gloves.

This person must be in a high position of power. If he was not in a high position of power, it would be impossible for Lin Yi to come up with several calculation data and plans for aircraft carrier arresting cables in just one day.

If such a plan were implemented in America, it would require a team of hundreds of people working hard for two months.

In China, it takes one day to come up with several plans.

This incident is enough to show that the person is in a high position of power and will do anything for the sake of profit.

This is the only way to explain why only a solution can be put forward in one day.

After realizing this, Smith felt that the future was bright.

If you can get in touch with a powerful Chinese person, you can get some information from him through exchanging interests.

If he sends this information back to America, his status will definitely rise.

After going back and forth like this for about 10 years, maybe I can step into the Capitol and become a member of Congress.

even……

After thinking about it, Smith put the idea of ​​becoming president out of his mind.

The presidency is not suitable for him; it is too dangerous a position.

Thinking of the exciting thing, he couldn't help but pick up the bottle next to him and pour himself a glass of wine.

The strong liquor went down his throat, waking him up from his intoxicated dream.

There is nothing to be done yet, so there is no need to be impatient.

I need to take it slowly, one step at a time, slowly approach Lin Yi, and then slowly reveal my intentions.

After a glass of wine, it was already completely bright outside the window. In the thick clouds, the red sun poked its head out from the gaps in the clouds, glanced at the people on the ground, and quickly hid back into the clouds.

In this unintentional glance, the bright red sunlight from the window poured onto Smith.

This is the sunrise of the new year.

Red is an auspicious color in China.

This is a good sign.

He picked up the bottle and refilled the glass, then turned and walked to the French window, shaking his glass and raising it towards the sun hidden in the clouds.

"God bless me with a smooth and prosperous new year! May I make a fortune!"

After finishing the drink in one gulp, Smith returned to the bed in a daze. Within a few seconds, he was snoring loudly.

(End of this chapter)