Courtyard Houses: From Families of Martyrs and Orphans to Giants of the Times

Three days after the collapse of Far East trade.

The entire Shanghai Stock Exchange is in an unusual atmosphere.

The railway system is investigating.

The transportation system is under investigation.

Research institutions are also investigating.

The core files seized from the cargo ship, in particular, stirred up quite a storm.

Recently.

The security department arrests people almost every day.

One by one, the moles who had been lying in wait for years were exposed.

Many people never dreamed of this.

My colleague, with whom I usually work and eat, was secretly working for Far East Trade.

Inside the guesthouse.

Lin Jian'an sat at the table, flipping through the documents.

Gu Changfeng walked in carrying a teacup.

"Still watching?"

Lin Jian'an didn't even look up.

"Let's see how things go."

Gu Changfeng sat down.

"I'm completely convinced."

"Those people in Far East Trading are really good at hiding their true intentions."

"If Cobra hadn't left that safe, probably no one would have been able to find it."

Lin Jian'an smiled.

"That old man is clever."

"But he's too clever for his own good."

"What do you mean?"

"He thought he could control the whole situation."

"So they deliberately left some information behind."

"The result, ironically, gave us a breakthrough."

Gu Changfeng nodded.

That's true.

If Cobra had destroyed all the data at the time.

Many things that happened later were not so easy to find out.

Just then.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

dong dong dong.

"Please come in."

The door is pushed open.

An officer strode in.

They saw who had arrived.

Gu Changfeng immediately stood up.

"Director Li?"

The person who came was Li Guosheng, who was standing next to Zhao Changhe.

I've been in charge of the aftermath work in Shanghai for the past few days.

Li Guosheng looked serious.

"Director Lin."

"General Zhao requests your presence."

"Now?"

"right."

"It's urgent."

Lin Jian'an immediately realized something was wrong.

If it's just an ordinary thing.

A phone call will suffice.

There's no need to send someone specifically.

Thinking about this...

He immediately got up.

"Walk."

……

Half an hour later.

Temporary Command Post of Shanghai Military Region.

I just pushed open the conference room door.

Lin Jian'an noticed that something was off.

Zhao Changhe sat in the main seat.

There were several unfamiliar faces nearby.

One of them was in his fifties.

His hair is gray.

She has a very strong presence.

He's obviously not an ordinary person.

He saw Lin Jian'an come in.

Zhao Changhe waved.

"Jian'an".

"Come and sit down."

Lin Jian'an had just sat down.

The old man then looked over.

Sharp eyes.

It's as if they can see right through people's hearts.

A few seconds later.

The old man suddenly smiled.

"He's really young."

Zhao Changhe burst into laughter.

"Old Chen."

I didn't lie to you, did I?

"This kid is younger than the statistic suggests."

Lin Jian'an was a little confused.

Old Chen?

Who is it?

Just then.

Zhao Changhe took the initiative to introduce himself.

"This is Comrade Chen Zhenhua from the Ministry of Industry."

Upon hearing this...

Lin Jian'an felt a slight jolt in his heart.

Ministry of Industry?

That's a directly subordinate department.

A true leader.

Chen Zhenhua nodded.

"Comrade Lin Jian'an."

We know about what's been going on with you lately.

"Well done."

"They made a great contribution to the Far East trade."

Lin Jian'an smiled.

"It's my duty."

A look of admiration flashed in Chen Zhenhua's eyes.

Be neither arrogant nor impatient.

This young man is indeed quite good.

After a few brief pleasantries...

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became serious.

Chen Zhenhua opened his briefcase.

Take out a file from it.

At the very top of the file.

It says three words.

Shen Tiancheng.

I saw this name.

Lin Jian'an's heart skipped a beat.

coming.

The national-level expert mentioned in the system task.

It finally appeared.

Chen Zhenhua said slowly.

"I've invited you over today."

"It's because of him."

"Comrade Shen Tiancheng."

"National Class-A Industrial Expert"

"I have participated in the construction of several key projects."

"He is one of the earliest people in China to study industrial machine tools."

The meeting room fell silent.

Everyone looked solemn.

Chen Zhenhua continued.

"Two weeks ago."

"Shen Tiancheng has gone missing."

Gu Changfeng's expression changed.

"Missing?"

"right."

There were no warning signs whatsoever.

"The person suddenly disappeared."

Lin Jian'an asked.

"What were the findings of the investigation?"

Chen Zhenhua shook his head.

"There were almost no results."

"The accommodation is normal."

"Work is normal."

"Nothing seemed amiss with the family."

"His last public appearance was at the Beijing Machinery Research Institute."

Zhao Changhe took over the conversation.

"This matter was not originally under our jurisdiction."

"But after the Far East trade case was concluded, we discovered a new lead."

talking.

He took out a document.

Place it on the table.

Lin Jian'an looked down.

next second.

His pupils contracted slightly.

Because a familiar code name appeared prominently on the document.

Project Falcon.

Zhao Changhe said in a deep voice.

"According to Cobra's confession."

"Far East trade was not just about stealing technology."

"They also have a long-term plan."

"Code name - Operation Falcon, Phase Two".

"The goal is to become an industrial expert."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Gu Changfeng gasped.

"Kidnapping expert?"

Chen Zhenhua looked grim.

"It wasn't kidnapping."

"It's about control."

"Through threats, bribes, and even threats to the safety of family members."

"Forcing experts to work for them."

The system notification flashed through Lin Jian'an's mind.

Lost contact.

Industrial machine tools.

National-level expert.

All of this finally came together.

It seems.

Shen Tiancheng's disappearance is by no means accidental.

It is very likely related to the remnants of Far East trade.

Just then.

A system voice sounded.

【Ding! 】

【Task Update】

[Searching for Shen Tiancheng]

Current progress: 5%

[Related Clues Discovered]

Location: Beijing Machinery Research Institute

[We recommend conducting an investigation]

Lin Jian'an understood.

As expected, we're heading to the capital.

……

After the meeting.

The group went into the corridor.

Gu Changfeng couldn't help but say.

"Jian'an".

"You're not really planning to take this mission, are you?"

Lin Jian'an smiled.

Why didn't you answer?

"It's too dangerous."

Gu Changfeng lowered his voice.

"The main force of Far East trade is finished."

"But the remnants of their power still exist."

"Anyone who can target national-level experts is definitely not simple."

Lin Jian'an nodded.

"I know."

"But the more dangerous it is..."

"The more this proves, the more important this person is."

Gu Changfeng was speechless.

Because that is indeed Lin Jian'an's style.

Some people will hide when they see danger.

Lin Jian'an saw the danger.

The first reaction is often to see an opportunity.

Just then.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind.

Chen Zhenhua walked over.

"Comrade Lin Jian'an."

"Do you have time to talk?"

"certainly."

The two arrived at the office.

The door closed.

Chen Zhenhua got straight to the point.

"I've seen your file."

"I also went to learn about the Hongxing Machinery Factory."

"It's developing very well."

Lin Jian'an smiled.

"good."

Chen Zhenhua shook his head.

"It's not bad."

"It's very good."

"Especially military communications projects."

"Many people in the Ministry of Industry are paying close attention to this."

Speaking of it.

Chen Zhenhua suddenly changed the subject.

"I heard you're planning to get into CNC machine tools?"

Lin Jian'an's eyes flashed.

really.

The Ministry of Industry has taken note of this.

"There is such a plan."

Chen Zhenhua nodded.

"very good."

"If it could really be made."

"It is no less significant than military communications projects."

"Even bigger."

Lin Jianan did not deny it.

Because he knew.

Future industrial competition.

Ultimately, it's a competition of equipment.

And industrial machine tools.

It's the equipment within the equipment.

Who controls the machine tool industry?

Whoever controls the lifeline of industry will hold the reins.

Chen Zhenhua remained silent for a moment.

Suddenly he said.

"If we find Shen Tiancheng."

"I hope you can persuade him."

"Join your Red Star Machinery Factory."

Lin Jian'an was stunned.

"You want me to recruit him?"

Chen Zhenhua smiled.

"Why not?"

"That old guy has a strange temper."

"He won't listen to anyone."

"But if it's you."

"Maybe there's a chance."

Lin Jian'an was immediately delighted.

Good guy.

The mission hasn't even started yet.

The Ministry of Industry has already made recruitment arrangements in advance.

But then again.

A national-level expert in technology (equivalent to 98).

Who wouldn't want that?

Thinking about this...

Lin Jian'an readily agreed.

"If we find the person."

I tried my best.

Chen Zhenhua nodded in satisfaction.

"it is good."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

……

That evening.

guest House.

Lin Jian'an had just returned to his room.

The system prompt appeared again.

【Ding! 】

Talent search function launched

[Identifying Information on Exceptional Talents]

Name: Shen Tiancheng

[Technical Level: 98]

Current status: Under control

[Life safety: Low risk]

[Location locked...]

See here.

Lin Jian'an was startled.

Being controlled?

They were still alive.

next second.

The system map slowly unfolds.

Countless coordinates flashed continuously.

finally.

A red dot stopped in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

Location successfully locked

The target is located in an abandoned warehouse area in the eastern suburbs of Beijing.

[Danger Level: A]

[Suspected presence of armed forces]

Lin Jian'an's eyes narrowed instantly.

found it!

It happened faster than he had imagined.

It seems that the remnants of Far East trade forces did not have time to relocate.

Just then.

Gu Changfeng's voice came from outside the door.

"Jian'an".

"Are you asleep?"

"Come in."

Gu Changfeng pushed open the door and entered.

He was also holding a telegram in his hand.

"Just received it."

"Sent from Hongxing Machinery Factory."

Lin Jian'an took it and looked at it.

He immediately laughed.

Because the content of the telegram was very simple.

Xu Guohua has officially completed the transfer procedures.

It is expected to arrive at the factory in three days.

at the same time.

The CNC machine tool project team was officially established.

Zhou Zhenhua was in charge of the equipment.

Shen Weidong was in charge of the materials.

Gu Changfeng was in charge of mechanical design.

We're just waiting for Lin Jian'an to return and take charge.

See here.

Lin Jian'an was in a great mood.

The industrial layout is becoming increasingly complete.

But the next second.

The system suddenly alarmed again.

【warn! 】

[Abnormal communication detected]

[Target: Warehouse District in the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing]

[Content analysis in progress...]

Just a few seconds later.

A message popped into my mind.

"The target is in a stable state."

"The experts are still not cooperating."

"Orders from above: relocate in three days."

Upon seeing this sentence...

Lin Jian'an's face instantly darkened.

Transferring in three days?

In other words.

Time is running out for him.

If it had been any later...

Shen Tiancheng may very well disappear completely.

Thinking about this...

Lin Jian'an stood up immediately.

Gu Changfeng was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jian'an looked out the window.

Under the night.

The direction of the capital seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

"Get ready to pack your things."

"We're leaving tomorrow."

Gu Changfeng asked subconsciously.

"Where to?"

Lin Jian'an's lips slowly curled up.

"The capital city."

"Let's go and meet those rats hiding in the gutter."

at the same time.

It is more than a thousand kilometers away from Shanghai.

Eastern suburbs of Beijing.

Deep inside an abandoned warehouse.

Shen Tiancheng, with his graying hair, slowly put down the blueprints in his hand.

Looking at the several men in black in front of him.

His gaze remained resolute.

"I said that."

"Industrial machine tool technology".

"You won't get it."

The leading man sneered.

"Old Shen."

"Hopefully in three days."

"You can still be so tough."

Done.

The warehouse door slowly closed.

Darkness descended once more.

A contest revolves around national-level experts and industrial machine tool technology.

The event has officially begun.