Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

The celebrations and glory at the Camila Circuit in South Africa continue, while in Tuocheng, it is late at night.

In the old Chen family house in Lianzhai, a large color television in the main room was broadcasting a live GP race from South Africa, thousands of miles away. Although the picture occasionally showed some snow and delays due to satellite signal transmission and time difference, it did not affect the tense and frozen atmosphere among the Chen family members in the main room.

The commentator on the TV kept babbling in a language that no one could understand. Although they couldn't understand it, everyone could still see how intense the race was. Wu Fangru watched as it started raining heavily on TV. She saw that numbers 53 and 64 had missed their chance to enter the pit lane and were carefully navigating the track, constantly groaning and yelling, "Slow down, don't fall!"

Ma Jiao was so frightened that she hugged her son Chen Rongwen, who was sitting next to her, leaving her husband Chen Zailong speechless. "It's not like you're competing, why are you so agitated!"

"Mom, you've pinched me until I'm all bruised," Chen Rongwen said with a mournful face. His mother's grip was too strong. He'd better stay away. His small arms and legs couldn't withstand his mother's vigorous pinching and squeezing.

Ma Jiao said embarrassedly, "I was just afraid the bike would fall over, that would be too scary."

When the television screen showed Smith's No. 53 Shadow 500RR lagging behind No. 25 Lawson by a full ten seconds in the torrential rain, everyone in the main room held their breath and dared not speak. Gu Ying even shook her head and prepared to get up and go back to her room, not wanting to watch the scene of Uncle Dong's company's failure any longer.

"What a pity, this rain came at such an inopportune time," Chen Xiangui sighed softly, his voice full of regret.

Chen Zaixing ate sunflower seeds with a calm expression, unlike his older brothers and sisters-in-law who had high expectations for the outcome of the competition. For a company like Xiaochi, winning was certainly a good thing, but losing wouldn't have much of an impact. They were the pursuers after all, so losing was normal.

No one can guarantee a win from the start. Even those many motorcycle manufacturers in Japan have built their success step by step. Losing isn't shameful; you can always try again next time.

After the first few laps, Chen Zaixing realized that Xiaochi's Jueying 500RR was faster than the racing bikes made by those Japanese on the track. This was evident from the very beginning of the race when bikes number 53 and 64 were far ahead of the competition.

If it weren't for this sudden downpour, the Jueying 500RR might have won the race on its very first appearance.

In the subsequent races, not every race would be rained on, and winning was only a matter of time. Just as Chen Zaixing was beginning to find psychological comfort in Xiaochi's defeat, number 53 on the TV suddenly began to perform heroically, charging ahead of everyone else.

The commentator on TV was speaking rapidly in English, and Chen Zaisheng, the only one in the audience who understood English, surprisingly swore, "Wow!"

"Number 53 has caught up," Chen Zaisheng said, his hands on his knees, his eyes fixed on the TV. He saw number 53 overtake number 25 with a terrifying acceleration just out of the corner. "Wow, that's impressive!"

In the video, the red and yellow painted No. 53 Jueying 500RR, like a lightning bolt tearing through the rain, overtook the Yamaha racing car on the final long straight and crossed the finish line first!

"Wow, Dad! You won?" Chen Zaixing stopped cracking his melon seeds and stared at the color TV in disbelief. "You won just like that?"

The people in the main room erupted in cheers, waking up the sleeping Grandma Wei Shufen. She threw back the curtain and yelled at her grandsons, "Why are you all making such a racket in the middle of the night?!"

"Eldest son, why are you meddling in this? What time is it?" When Grandma Wei Shufen saw that her eldest son, Chen Xiangui, was also in the living room, she didn't give him a good look. Chen Zaixing was the first to run away when he saw that things were not going well.

The others quickly packed their things and ran back to their rooms, leaving only Chen Xiangui to help the old lady Wei Shufen back to her room, where the old lady's nagging scolding could still be heard.

next day

Chen Zaisheng drove his Maybach to Jinbu Industrial Park, feeling refreshed. He had just entered his office and made some tea when Sun Hongbing walked in. "Manager Chen, we've found out who was instructing people to steal the company's blueprints."

"Take a look at this photo," Sun Hongbing said, placing the photos he had taken over the past few days outside the guesthouse in front of Chen Zaisheng. "Yamada Inuro, the overseas representative of Japan Mitsubishi Motors' Hong Kong branch, is the one who instructed Liu Kun to try to instigate Liang Jianjun of the company to steal the company's core blueprints."

Chen Zaisheng glanced at the photo, then set it aside and asked Sun Hongbing, "Has there been any unusual activity from Liang Jianjun's side?"

"No, he went back to his dormitory after get off work yesterday and hasn't come out since. He hasn't contacted any of the technical staff in the company's R&D department," Sun Hongbing answered truthfully.

Chen Zaisheng nodded. Although Chen Dong chose to trust Liang Jianjun's character, Chen Zaisheng, as the general manager of Xiaochi Automobile Company, believed that one should always be wary of others, so he still asked Sun Hongbing to send people to secretly monitor Liang Jianjun's family.

He had to consider the company's interests, and there couldn't be any mistakes. After instructing Sun Hongbing to keep an eye on things, Chen Zaisheng called Chen Dong as soon as Sun Hongbing left. He learned that it was someone from Mitsubishi Motors in Japan. Chen Dong simply said "I know" and then told his second brother, Chen Zaisheng, to mail the photos to Fang Guotai in Hong Kong. Someone would naturally handle the matter.

Fang Guotai was in Hong Kong at the time. There were no direct flights between Japan and China. Whether entering or leaving China, one had to transfer at Hong Kong's international airport.

Mitsubishi Motors thought that since the Snapdragon was in Huaxia City, it couldn't do anything to them outside of China. Obviously, they miscalculated. After hanging up with his second brother Chen Zaisheng, Chen Dong made a satellite phone call to Fang Guotai in Hong Kong and told him about his plan to sabotage Mitsubishi Motors.

Holding the satellite phone, Fang Guotai calmly replied to Chen Dong, "I understand, Tony. Don't worry, if he dares to mess with companies under our Hongmen, we'll make sure he knows the price of offending us!"

"Be careful not to overdo it, and remember the plan I told you," Chen Dong finally reminded him, not wanting Fang Guotai to get too carried away and mess up the plan he had made.

"Don't worry, I understand!"

On Jinbu's side, after hanging up Chen Dong's call, Chen Zaisheng picked up the factory's internal phone in the industrial park and called the purchasing department, saying, "Have the deputy section chief, Liang Jianjun, come to the office."

Liang Jianjun gently knocked on the office door. After Chen Zaisheng said "Come in," Liang Jianjun pushed the door open and carefully walked in.

"Manager Chen, is there something you need?"

"Okay, sit down first," Chen Zaisheng gestured for him to sit, then took out a stack of draft paper and placed it in front of him. "These are the blueprints for the core engine that the company is currently developing!"

"hiss!"