I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 562 I, Lin Xiaohe, am back in China! (4000 words)
Take good care of this little one!
Canine Fang, who returned to China with Lin Xiaohe, was almost driven crazy by this group of old geezers.

Although the canine tooth possesses the key to the boundary marker, it cannot control the thoughts of everyone in the node world; it can only influence, not manipulate.

Some people may have desires, but faith can help them overcome those desires.

There were quite a few people in the sanatorium who were unaffected by their canine teeth.

In the eyes of the canine tooth, these people's souls were like raging flames, just like Lin Xiaohe, both foul and hard.

Anning County, train station.

Lin Xiaohe and her group finally set foot on familiar land.

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Zhang proudly displayed four steamed buns on the platform, only to choke and roll his eyes back.

"This is the taste! Oh my god, I've been craving this so much. What kind of life do people live in Russia? Every day it's just bread, sausages, potatoes, peas, and borscht."

It's quite delicious to have this once in a while.

Eating three meals a day is acceptable.

They eat for three or four months, just to survive.

No one laughed at Xiao Zhang, because apart from Lin Xiaohe, everyone else was pretty much the same.

The only person who came to pick you up was the old factory director: "Don't worry, the canteen knows you're back, so they went to the morning market early to prepare the food, ready to show off their skills."

Everyone's eyes lit up, they swallowed hard, and reluctantly looked away from the big steamed buns, wanting to save room for the big meal to come!

The old factory director looked at Lin Xiaohe with tears in his eyes, and kept muttering, "You've gotten thinner, thinner! You've worked so hard, you've suffered so much. Sigh, County Chief Tian and the others were supposed to come, but the Russian country added another big order, and all the production lines in the factories are running like crazy. County Chief Tian went to inspect the factories, afraid that they would make mistakes in their busy schedules and affect the quality of the products."

Lin Xiaohe: "Yes. I told County Chief Tian that we should be high-profile in public opinion, but low-profile in action."

The group boarded the bus.

The former factory director said, "We've been incredibly high-profile in the media. Even CCTV reported on our success. The strategy department said that this wave of publicity saved us at least 50 million yuan in advertising costs. Even if Panasonic of Japan had secured the advertising slot on CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, the publicity effect would have been greatly diminished."

Without spending a single penny, he promoted himself while suppressing his competitors. No wonder he's Director Lin!

Everyone was in high spirits upon returning to their hometown, chattering away the entire way.

"Secretary, you didn't see it. Our foreign trade company delegation was pulled away to sign contracts as soon as we landed. The delegation was completely bewildered!"

The old factory director smiled broadly: "How could you not be bewildered? When you were in Russia, the domestic public opinion environment was terrible, everyone was badmouthing our Changhong factory. Banks stopped lending and demanded repayment, and market growth stagnated. The workers spontaneously donated money to support the factory. The county leaders were under tremendous pressure to establish a foreign trade company. These delegations went there with the mindset of fighting a tough battle."

Xiao Zhang grinned like a mouse stealing rice: "I never expected that our factory manager would lead them to such success!"

"Absolutely. The whole county was overjoyed when the news of your signing the deal spread. The banks stopped pressing for loans, the distributors felt more at ease, and there were even more Japanese business spies in the county."

Everyone burst into laughter: "Those industrial spies are probably all under our control."

“Our security department is all from the military; they’re all sharp-eyed. Those little devils won’t escape our notice.” The old factory director sat down next to Lin Xiaohe, leaned to the side, and said softly, “St. Petersburg, is that alright?”

There may be setbacks, but success is assured!

The old factory director stopped asking questions; "Ren Zhun Cheng" means that the relationship is in place!
I haven't been back for several months, and Anning County has become even more prosperous. If it weren't for its small size, which limits the scope for infrastructure development, Anning County would be no less developed than the provincial capital, and in fact, it has a more vibrant atmosphere among its residents.

A red Xiali car discreetly drove into the Changhong factory.

The workers all knew that the factory manager would be back for the Chinese New Year, but they weren't sure which day it would be, so they started decorating the factory early.

Colorful neon lights were hung at the factory gate, and two rows of large red lanterns stretched along the main road from the gate all the way to the office building.

The snow on the ground was cleared clean, and snowmen were piled up in the open space.

Snowmen of different sizes sat in a row, watching TV with smiles on their faces.

"It's quite childlike." Lin Xiaohe's lips curled up.

The old factory manager glanced at the snowman: "The kids in the factory built it. Manager, are we still having a Spring Festival gala this year?"

In the warehouse of Changhong factory, there was a large number of LCD TVs. The security department guarded the warehouse very tightly, and even night owls passing by would be "questioned".

Holding a party would undoubtedly increase the factory's security burden.

Lin Xiaohe thought for a moment and said, "This year is special, so let's postpone it and convert the relevant budget into cash and distribute it to everyone."

"Row."

Lin Xiaohe only took a quick look around before leading her hungry entourage to the canteen.

The head chef of the cafeteria did everything he could to prepare a welcome feast for Lin Xiaohe and the others.

"Dumplings on the way, noodles on the way off. We have Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles, noodles with soybean paste, shredded chicken noodles, and cold noodles..."

Before the head chef could finish listing the long list of dishes, Xiao Zhang and the others swarmed to the window, shouting at the top of their lungs, "We want them all!"

Master Chef...

Given their hungry appearance, did they go abroad or flee for their lives?

Xiao Zhang ate without looking up: "You don't understand. In some aspects, our Eastern Country is far ahead."

Back on their own turf, the team members relaxed considerably and began to vent about the hardships they had endured abroad.

Their story drew gasps of amazement from the cafeteria staff.

"My God, are gangsters this arrogant?!"

"My God, they're directly asking you for money? 100,000 US dollars? Are they police or robbers? That's outrageous!"

"Oh my, you guys have really suffered. The factory manager is really amazing; he managed to sign a big contract with the municipal government even under such harsh conditions."

Xiao Zhang chuckled and pulled a pistol from his waist.

The old factory manager's eyes widened instantly, he gasped, and stammered, "This...this is a Makarov PM?!"

Seeing the old factory director's shocked and envious expression, Xiao Zhang grinned from ear to ear and said smugly, "That's right. This gun can sell for $500 on the black market."

The old factory director picked up the pistol, admiring it: "Where did it come from? Can standard weapons from Russia be traded openly now? The key point is, you actually brought it back."

Xiao Zhang watched the old factory director's every move nervously, afraid he might drop the pistol: "How could that be? This was... a gift from the director's partner in Russia. The director also has an R-92 Udar!"

Hiss!

Udar is produced in very small quantities, and there's almost no publicly available information about it; it's a state secret of the Russian Empire. But our factory manager went to Russia and managed to get his hands on a Udar!

Everyone looked at Lin Xiaohe with admiration, their respect for her as vast as the Yellow River flowing down from the sky and rushing to the sea never to return.

So great, Director Lin!

The old factory director was as happy as Maitreya Buddha. The fact that the other party could give Director Lin an Udar showed that their relationship was rock solid.

As long as the other party doesn't collapse, the deal won't stop! Let those who've been whispering sour grapes behind our backs eat shit. This order won't be a flash in the pan.

The welcome banquet was a great success.

Soon, the whole county knew that Lin Xiaohe had returned.

The county leadership team, the leadership of other state-owned factories, distributors from various provinces, the heads and research teams of Harbin Institute of Technology High-tech Park, and members of the Changhong factory's R&D center...

These are all things that Lin Xiaohe needs to socialize with or care for.

Lin Xiaohe can eat eight meals a day. Fortunately, there are many restaurants in Anning County, so she can eat a variety of meals.

"Comrade Lin, haven't you eaten at the county committee canteen in a long time?" County Chief Tian asked his secretary to get the food, and then placed a stack of newspapers on the table.

Lin Xiaohe: "Scallion and tofu salad, cold mung bean noodles, no rice, thank you. Boss, I've been craving this so much."

County Chief Tian smiled and poured Lin Xiaohe a cup of barley tea: "Right now, the noise from Changhong Factory is subtly suppressing Panasonic. However, public opinion is only temporary. Once this wave subsides, Panasonic will ride the wave of CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, and the balance of power will shift, making things difficult for us."

Lin Xiaohe's gaze fell on the newspaper. Although the mainstream media reports congratulated Changhong, they were still not optimistic about the company, because the performance of the plasma TV proposed by Panasonic was so outstanding that the media giants couldn't just lie with their eyes closed.

"Don't worry, the Japan Color TV Association has stockpiled a staggering 77 billion CRTs. Panasonic spent over 200 billion to finally get its plasma TV patent approved and its factory started production. Despite their loud voices, their cash flow is actually very tight. Panasonic wants to recover its losses as quickly as possible, so they will inevitably choose to monopolize the market! Let's hold them up a little longer."

The closer we get to the end of this elaborate scheme, the more patient we need to be.

If we don't give them a good beating, it would be a disservice to Lin Xiaohe's hard work over the past few days.

The overwhelming coverage in the East naturally attracted the attention of the Japanese media.

A brief news report from the Asahi Shimbun's correspondent in the capital: "Trade between eastern prefectures and Russia attracts attention; 'canned goods offensive' exceeds expectations."

The Yomiuri Shimbun, however, focused on another angle: "Is the revival of the Eastern-style barter trade a potential threat to Japanese businesses?"

But what really made some people uneasy was not these reports, but the data.

Market research conducted by Panasonic's Eastern Market Department shows that in the last week of January, Eastern consumers' intention to purchase Panasonic plasma TVs decreased by seven percentage points compared to the previous week.

At the same time, the brand penetration rate of PanShi TVs soared from 12% to 31%.

The last page of the research report features a sentence highlighted in red: "Conclusion: The brand exposure effect brought about by the Anning County incident has exceeded Panasonic's total advertising spending for the entire first quarter."

Heping District, Liaoyang, the capital of Liaoning Province, is home to the Japanese tea ceremony house "Wakeiken".

The atmosphere in the private room on the third floor was even more gloomy than the sky outside the window.

Ichiro Ida knelt in the main seat, with a thick stack of newspapers spread out in front of him.

From Dongguo, Hong Kong, Singapore, and Japan. Every single one of them featured the same name on the front page: Anning, Changhong, and Lin Xiaohe.

Panasonic's chief representative in Japan, Yamada, sat opposite them, his face ashen. Toshiba's Sato kept his head down, not daring to utter a sound. Mitsubishi's section chief stared at the teacup on the table, as if there was something inside that was worth studying.

Yamada grabbed the Economic Daily News, pointing to the headline on the front page, "Changhong Factory's Counterattack," his fingers trembling.

"Look at this! How many days has it been? A week! A whole week! Front page headline! People's Daily! News Broadcast! CCTV!"

He slammed the newspaper on the table: "How much money did Panasonic spend? Hundreds of millions! Hundreds of millions of RMB on advertising, on TV, newspapers, shopping mall billboards, bus bodies! And what was the result? Their entire county, with its foreign trade, only had a transaction volume of five million, and they covered our entire quarter's advertising expenses!"

Sato whispered, "Yamada-kun, this... this is just temporary hype..."

"Temporary?" Yamada glared at him. "Look at this!"

He tossed me a market research report: "Purchase intention dropped by seven points! Brand mention rate rose from 12% to 31%! Is this temporary?"

Ichiro Ida remained silent, only constantly checking his contacts.

After he finished his calculations, he spoke, his voice calm: "Gentlemen, I have some bad news for you. Those wolves who wanted to take over Changhong Factory have already put away their claws and are silently lurking in the shadows."

Sato looked up abruptly, exclaiming urgently, "How could this be? They're all people of high status, why would they be afraid of Lin Xiaohe?"

Those damned East Koreans, when they were chatting, they were so full of themselves, pointing fingers and making it seem like taking over the Changhong factory was easier than drinking water.

As soon as Lin Xiaohe came back, they changed their tune and became obedient children.

I'm yelling! Give me my money back!
Ichiro Ida rubbed his throbbing temples, a bitter smile playing on his lips: "Because there are even more powerful people who have spoken to them. A big shot has taken a liking to Lin Xiaohe and wants to protect her."

They have a deep understanding of the bureaucratic culture of the Eastern Kingdom, and to make those people stop, they must at least be at the central level.

"Is this Elder Meng?" According to the intelligence department's investigation, Elder Meng greatly admires Lin Xiaohe.

If it really is Elder Meng who spoke, then the trouble will be immense. Elder Meng wields considerable influence in economic development. If he were to intervene, a single policy restriction or regulation of color television standards would be enough to give the Japan Color Television Association a run for its money.

Ichiro Ida shook his head: "No, he's a big shot in the military."

Good news, it wasn't said by Mr. Meng.

The bad news is that Lin Xiaohe has earned the praise of Elder Meng and other high-ranking military officials.

There's always been a certain hierarchy between civil and military officials. But Lin Xiaohe is playing both sides!

Sato's expression changed: "We can't let her grow any further."

He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.

Ichiro Ida stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the streets of the provincial capital were bustling with traffic. In the distance, a huge Panasonic billboard stood on the street corner, displaying a gleaming plasma television.

He stared at the billboard, his gaze icy cold: "Tell headquarters, we can't wait any longer. The plasma TV launch must be brought forward. Double the advertising budget. Put all the resources into the distribution channels. If we let that East Asian guy continue like this..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "From now on, the Eastern market will be no longer our concern. She is so greedy that she will definitely devour our global market."

Outside the window, a gust of wind blew by, and the billboard on the street corner swayed.

In the distance, the whistle of a train drifted from somewhere, deep and resonant, piercing through the city's hustle and bustle and floating into the unseen distance.

Ichiro Ida's voice, accompanied by the sound of a ship's horn, reached everyone's ears: "Tell them to get ready to send Lin Xiaohe to hell!"