Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 361 The butt determines the head
James returned to his office, looking dejected.

The beautiful adjutant asked with concern:
"Sir, are you having any difficulties?"

James asked blankly:
"Isa, are your family members healthy?"

The beautiful adjutant nodded:
"Quite healthy."

James murmured:

"so good."

"Let us pray for our families, pray that they don't need surgery, pray that we don't need blood transfusions."

The beautiful adjutant was stunned:

"Sir, are you really alright?"

James sighed:
"My mind is in turmoil; there are some things I need to think about carefully."

"Leave me alone for a while."

The beautiful adjutant nodded slightly, made him a cup of tea, and then closed the office door.

James stared intently at the tea, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

When Wang Dao told him about it, he knew it was true.

Capitalists will do anything for profit.

Fog needs blood plasma, so the capitalists in Fog City will ship it to the U.S. for sterilization and such—the cost is too high.

Wang Dao told him about several methods for sterilization, but James didn't understand any of them.

But it doesn't matter, he's sure there are others who understand.

James thought for a moment and then made a phone call:
“Smith? I’m James.”

Smith's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone:

"James, how did you know I was in Hong Kong?"

James was startled:
"You've come to Hong Kong?"

Smith said in astonishment:

"You don't know? Then why didn't you call me?"

James sighed:
"I need your help with something. I never expected you to come to Hong Kong."

"Thank goodness you came."

"otherwise……"

"It's quite troublesome for me to find you."

"Tell me your address, and I'll treat you to a welcome dinner."

Smith gave an address.

James hung up the phone and got up to leave, but then suddenly remembered something. He carefully took out a strip of blue pills from a small box before heading out.

"Commissioner Smith is here. I'll go and greet him. Call me if you need anything."

The beautiful adjutant asked:

"Do you need me to keep you company?"

James gently stroked the beautiful adjutant's face:

“Smith is a notorious playboy, and I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

The beautiful adjutant's eyes were like spring water:
"Sir, come back soon."

James sighed:
"Not today, I have to be with Smith."

“I need Smith to help me confirm something, which concerns the health of our family in the foggy city.”

The beautiful adjutant immediately said:
"Sir, please go ahead and get busy."

James gave her a light kiss, and the sensation on her lips lifted his spirits considerably.

At times like these, a woman's gentleness is still the most effective.

Fifteen minutes later, James picked up Smith and took him to Portland Street.

The beautiful mother arranged a private room for them, and also arranged a long row of foreign women.

Smith said happily:

"James, you really are my good brother."

James secretly slipped him a strip of blue pills:

"Hey, don't say your brother doesn't take care of you."

"Do you know what this is?"

Smith exclaimed excitedly:

"That's what I came here for. I originally wanted to ask Wang Sheng for it, but I didn't expect you to have it here too."

James nodded slowly:
"It's good that you know what this is, it's a good thing."

Smith nodded:

"Yes, it's a thousand dollars a pill."

James's mouth dropped open:

"It's only $100 a pill here in Hong Kong."

Smith disagreed:
"This is where it's produced, so of course it's cheaper."

"Let me try it out and see how it works. Shall we have a competition?"

James clapped his hands:

"Today is a welcome dinner for you, what competition are we having?"

"You should be happy first."

Smith chuckled.

James went to the next private room and started making tea.

As the saying goes, "If the ruler has a certain preference, the people will follow suit." King Dao liked to drink tea, so James also studied green tea.

He likes to drink any kind of green tea.

James steeped the green tea in a cup and drank it slowly.

This is the drinking method that Wang Dao passed down to him.

He once consulted Wang Dao on this issue:
"Brother Dao, I see a lot of people not putting the lid on!"

"They emphasize quick in and quick out, and they also specify the temperature of the water used for brewing."

Wang Dao curled his lip:
"Stir-frying tea requires a very high temperature, and to make tea, you must steep it."

"All green teas should be steeped in hot water."

"The tea must be rinsed the first time."

"As for why the lid is left open... it's because the tea soup produced from steeping won't be greenish-blue!"

"If you really want to drink tea, don't listen to those marketing tactics."

James then made his tea.

Drinking tea is an elegant activity that cultivates the mind and body!

This is James's opinion.

His mind was in turmoil, and he urgently needed to do something carefully to calm himself down.

James focused on making tea, and slowly his mind finally calmed down.

I don't know how much time passed before the room door was opened.

Smith's voice came through:

"You're actually making tea?"

He walked over, covered in sweat, picked up the teacup, and gulped it down in large gulps.

James said speechlessly:

"You drink tea like that, so recklessly."

Smith argued vehemently:
"What's this?"

"Tea is brewed to be drunk."

After wiping his mouth, Smith was very excited.

"James, we're going to make a fortune."

"Those little blue pills are really effective."

"Could we purchase a large quantity of goods from Wang Sheng?"

"Countless people in Washington want to use this."

James asked:
"Does it work?"

Smith's smile was wicked:
"Of course! Those girls were so happy they cried!"

"I haven't felt that way in a long time."

James waved his hand:

"Let's not talk about that now. I want to ask you a question."

Are you familiar with blood plasma products from the United States?

Smith frowned and said:

"You want to get involved in blood plasma products? That won't do."

"Plasma products are one of our pillar industries, and the interest groups behind them are too large. Not to mention you, even ordinary high-ranking officials dare not touch them."

James said incredulously:
"Pillar industry?"

"You are joking?"

Smith shook his head:

Why would I tell you such a joke?

"You can search it up; plasma products have always been a key export for the United States."

James gritted his teeth and said:

"So, are the drug collection procedures standardized?"

Smith chuckled and said:

"You're asking capitalists to regulate things... Why would they do something that increases costs like that?"

"impossible things."

James smiled wryly:

"Who is allowed to donate blood?"

Smith nodded:

"What does it matter if I have some money on me, as long as I can sell it?"

"Let alone blood, every organ in the human body is a major target for smuggling!"

James fell silent immediately, then gritted his teeth and said:

"So, it's true that there are infectious diseases in the blood plasma?"

Smith thought for a moment and said:
"I guess so?"

"But I remember that as long as we disinfect properly, this is not a problem."

"Of course, this also increases costs, and relevant businessmen may not be willing to do it."

James said earnestly to Smith:
"I'm preparing to write a report, are you going to stop me?"

Smith wondered:

"You just need to write the report, why should I stop you?"

James asked, puzzled:

"This report I'm writing will serve as a reminder of the blood plasma incident to Chongqing..."

Smith smiled, his gaze towards James filled with pity.

"James, you are a competent intelligence officer, but not a competent politician."

James sensed something was wrong:
"What does it mean?"

Smith sighed:
"Do you think that submitting this report will attract the attention of the Fog City? Or even lead to the suspension of blood plasma imports?"

He wagged his finger and said,

"No, nothing will happen."

James said angrily:
"impossible!"

Smith shrugged:

"The decline of an empire is a sign of comprehensive backwardness."

"It's not just lagging behind in one aspect."

"Just like the intelligence you gave to Mr. M before, the latter did give it to Fog City, and Fog City saw it, that's all."

James shouted:

"But this concerns the lives of tens of millions of people in Chongqing!"

Smith countered:

"Doesn't Wang Sheng's prediction of Mrs. Thatcher's economic policies concern the lives of tens of millions?" "Only major national policies would seriously endanger the lives of ordinary people, right?"

"Those who earn two or three thousand a month are most easily affected by national policies."

"They're not rich, they can't possibly withstand the ever-changing policies."

"do you understand?"

Those guys who shout things like "We don't want the rise of great powers, we only want the dignity of ordinary people" are really stupid and wicked.

For salaried workers earning 3,000 yuan a month, national policies have the greatest impact on them.

Anyone with a clear understanding wouldn't spout nonsense like "what does this have to do with me?"

Compared to the wealthy, no matter how policies change, they have family assets to fall back on. What do you have?
Putting everything else aside, if inflation rises by just three percentage points, you might not be able to survive!
"Politicians never think about the long term."

"Focusing only on the immediate situation is a strategy."

"This won't benefit them in the long run, so why should they take it on?"

James's mouth dropped open:

"No...no way?!"

Smith sighed and added another strong dose of medicine:
"Even if it happens, their focus isn't on resolving the issue."

"Solving problems comes at a cost."

"That would increase their political risk."

"What they're going to do is stall and make excuses."

"For example, if a wildfire breaks out in a certain area and the fire almost burns down the entire mountain range, what should be done?"

James subconsciously said:
"Of course, we should send firefighters to put out the fire!"

Smith shook his finger and said:

"wrong!"

"Why send firefighters to put out the fire? What if there are additional injuries?"

"All we can do is wait for the wildfires to be extinguished."

"Of course, during this period, we can cite history and provide data to show that the mountain will catch fire at this time."

"Regardless of the cause of the fire, one thing is certain—this is absolutely not the responsibility of the government!"

James's mouth dropped open, and he was unable to calm down for a long time.

Smith shrugged:

"Back to this matter."

"Since you've already heard the news, then I'll assume it's true."

James thought to himself, "The information that Brother Dao gave me must be true."

Smith, however, said:
"Actually, this was almost destined."

James suddenly looked up:
"What did you say?"

Smith bluntly stated:

“I said it was almost certain.”

"Plasma products are essential and irreplaceable for hospitals."

"And the United States is the world's largest provider of blood plasma."

"However, due to problems at the source of production, there will definitely be defective products in plasma products."

"This can actually be prevented."

"In end products, as long as they can effectively kill bacteria, infectious diseases can be prevented even if they cannot be completely eliminated."

"But you also know the common traits of capitalists."

"That's the real number one way to make money."

"If you prevent the other party from making money, the best-case scenario is that they ignore you, but the downside is..."

"You will be targeted in the future."

James angrily said:

"I'm working for the people."

Smith clapped his hands and said:

"James, I understand how you feel."

"But you have to understand, superheroes can only exist in comic books."

Do you think Western officials would allow real superheroes to exist in reality?

James gritted his teeth and said:

"Does that mean I can't write this report?"

Smith shrugged:

"Of course you have to write it, it's your job."

"As for what the Fog City will do with your report—whether they seriously approve it or throw it in the trash, that's their responsibility."

"Your position determines your perspective."

"This is my advice to you!"

James smiled wryly:

“I understand your point, but my family also lives in Chongqing. What if they need surgery someday, and we accidentally use plasma contaminated with infectious agents…”

"Common illnesses are fine, but if it's one of those terrible diseases..."

"I can't imagine how I would face such a life."

Smith also fell silent:

"Yes."

"I'm scared too!"

James gritted his teeth and said:

"I'll go write the report."

"I might not be able to spend the next couple of days with you."

Smith shrugged:

"Nothing."

"I have my own things to do."

James was taken aback:
"You've come with a mission?"

Smith shook his head:

"No, that's not it. I got promoted before, so I'm here to inspect the area."

James suddenly realized:
"I see."

Smith chuckled:
"However, to be honest, it was precisely because of this little blue pill that I came to Hong Kong."

"You can take your time writing the report. I'm going to see Wang Sheng first."

James reminded him:

“Wang Sheng is very busy right now, I suggest you call him in advance.”

Smith slapped his forehead:
"That's right."

"Wang Sheng seems to be busy discussing investments in his hometown lately."

"They are going to invest $500 million this year."

“What a generous gesture!”

James's Strange Way:
Are you all paying so much attention to Brother Dao?

Smith laughed:
"That's right, a three billion dollar investment can't just go down the drain, can it?"

James chuckled.

The U.S. has wasted far too much money; what's three billion?
Smith chuckled:
"I knew I couldn't hide it from you. You need to know that we're investing in US dollars."

“The movement of US dollars all over the world can be traced in Washington, D.C., and Wang Sheng has not hidden his whereabouts, so we naturally know where his investments are going.”

James suddenly realized:
"You're here to supervise, right?"

Smith shook his head:

"Don't talk nonsense. What do you mean by 'I'll supervise'? Do you think I'm qualified to supervise the investments of a strategist?"

James asked, puzzled:

"A strategic master?"

Smith whispered:

"This is a summary of research from American think tanks."

“Wang Sheng is an absolute master strategist; he’s watching us from a high level.”

"I came here specifically to greet Wang Sheng."

"Just think about it, how much money could you make if you invested with a master like that?"

James reminded him:

"You should be careful about the laws of your country."

Smith disagreed:
"I understand what you're talking about, isn't it just the Overseas Civil Servants Bribery Act?"

"This thing is only used to silence the common people."

"The men on Capitol Hill are so blatant, yet no one has investigated."

James looked at Smith in surprise:
"Is your Ugly country so blatant?"

Smith nodded:

"I got promoted and entered a certain small circle. Only then did I realize that once you have power, money and beautiful women are all things that come to you by your own efforts."

"I was so narrow-minded before."

James fell silent.

It turns out that Smith also went through a process of reshaping his values.

No wonder he gave me such great guidance.

Smith gently patted James on the shoulder:

"Don't overthink it. Just understand one thing."

"The West is dominated by big capitalists; everything is just about making money more legally."

"The rest is not important."

James smiled wryly:

"How could this not be important?"

Smith said seriously:

"Your perspective is determined by your position; you need to understand this principle."

"If you want to change the status quo of Fog City, then climb up, climb to Mrs. Thatcher's position, and perhaps you will have the power to change the status quo."

James exclaimed:

"perhaps?"

Smith sighed:
You might not understand what I'm telling you.

"Let's take Hong Kong as an example."

"The highest-ranking official in Hong Kong is the Governor."

"But do you really think he can decide everything?"

James shook his head:

"impossible!"

Smith nodded slightly:
"Of course not possible."

“You see, he doesn’t dare to overturn the decisions of the Fog City Foreign Firm; he even tries his best to comply.”

"Without the support of the Fog City Trading Company, his orders would never leave the Governor's Mansion."

"He also needs to discuss matters concerning the Chinese businessmen led by Wang Sheng."

"Otherwise, it would also shake his rule."

"Leaving aside others, just Wang Sheng alone would make him cry out to heaven and earth in vain."

James laughed:
"Anyone in Hong Kong with any connections knows about this. The Dude wanted to target Brother Dao before, thinking that Brother Dao would swallow his anger."

"As a result, the Governor's mansion remained dark for a whole week."

"Water, electricity, and gas cut off..."

"Fortunately, Brother Dao gave the Governor some face, saying something like... the water and electricity company was inspecting the Governor's residence."

"It's only because the governor backed down quickly that the seven-day inspection could have turned into half a month or a month."

"Anyway, Brother Dao is capable of doing something like this."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

(End of this chapter)