Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

A special fund of 100,000 yuan!

These words were like a red-hot branding iron, branding them deeply into Deputy Factory Director Li's heart.

He stood in the shadows of the corridor for a long time, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Xu Damao's downfall, along with Chief Lin Zhentian's murderous gaze, had pushed him to the brink of disaster.

He knew that Yang Lixin had now completely latched onto Zhang Huaimin and the military region's coattails.

As for himself, the deputy factory director, not only is there no hope of promotion, but he may also be exposed at any time for his past shady dealings, ending up like Xu Damao!

"We can't just wait to die!"

Deputy Factory Director Li gritted his teeth, like a gambler who had lost everything, and made a final, crazy decision.

Since there's no place for him in the country anymore, he might as well take his pledge of loyalty and fly far away!

As night falls, the lights are on.

Fengzeyuan Restaurant, a century-old establishment, is located on Qianmenwai Street.

This place has always been a venue for high-ranking officials and wealthy people to entertain guests, with extremely high prices, making it inaccessible to ordinary people.

In the most secluded and best soundproof private room on the second floor of the restaurant, named "Yazhu".

Deputy Factory Director Li, wearing an inconspicuous old cotton overcoat and with his hat pulled low, sneaked in like a thief.

The private room was lit only by a dim wall lamp.

A man dressed in a fine gray Zhongshan suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses sat upright at the round table.

This person looks like the kind of cultured person who has studied abroad.

He is Ichiro Sato.

His public identity was that of a "Japanese technical translator in a friendly civilian trade delegation," while some people said he was a relative of a returned overseas Chinese official.

But in Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes, this man was a fox exuding an aura of money and danger.

A foreign agent who infiltrates Beijing to spy on industrial secrets!

Behind Sato Ichiro stood two expressionless attendants in black woolen coats, like wooden stakes.

"Director Li, you are three minutes late."

Sato Ichiro spoke in extremely fluent Chinese, even with a slight Beijing accent, his tone revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Sato, the factory has been cracking down on inspections lately, so I'm doing this for safety reasons."

Deputy Factory Director Li quickly took off his hat, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"Enough with the nonsense. You called me here today because there's been some progress on that thing?"

Sato Ichiro pushed up his glasses, and a glint of light flashed behind the lenses.

Deputy Factory Director Li swallowed hard, lowered his voice, and his eyes were filled with greed.

"Mr. Sato, we've not only made progress on this, but it's also more astonishing than we imagined!"

"That five-year-old brat's miniature generator was immediately designated as a top-secret military project by the military region leaders today!"

"It's said that the conversion rate is as high as 98%!"

Upon hearing this data...

Sato Ichiro's previously calm face suddenly showed undisguised shock.

Ninety-eight percent?!

Even the most advanced laboratories in the Great Japanese Empire could never build such a monstrous generator!

If this could be brought back to Japan, the heavy industry of the Great Japanese Empire would experience an unprecedented leap forward!

"Director Li, are you sure the information is reliable?" Sato Ichiro's voice trembled slightly.

"Absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes. The military region leaders were even willing to build a top-secret laboratory for that brat just for this generator!"

Deputy Factory Director Li leaned forward, staring intently at Sato Ichiro.

"Mr. Sato, as long as I can help you get that generator blueprint and core parameters."

"The conditions you promised me before..."

Sato Ichiro took a deep breath, suppressing his elation, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.

"Don't worry, Director Li."

"If you get the real thing, you'll get your $100,000, not a penny less!"

"I will also use our special channels in Hong Kong to arrange for your safe departure and the safe transfer of your funds overnight!"

"Once you get to Hong Kong, you'll be a millionaire, and you can live whatever kind of 'fairytale' life you want!"

US$100,000! Hong Kong!

These two words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly shattering Deputy Factory Director Li's last psychological defenses.

His hands, which had been trembling slightly, now became incredibly firm.

Fuck the steel mill! Fuck Yang Lixin!

Once I pull off this job, I'll go to Hong Kong and live the high life, while you guys can stay in this poor mountain village eating steamed buns!

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Deputy Factory Director Li gritted his teeth and made the decision.

He pulled a neatly folded sheet of paper from the pocket of his inner garment.

It was carefully pushed in front of Ichiro Sato.

"This is the architectural plan of the No. 1 confidential workshop of the steel rolling mill and that abandoned warehouse laboratory that I obtained."

"I've marked the distribution of all the guards above, as well as their night shift change schedules."

"Especially between 2:00 and 2:30 in the morning, that's the half hour when they're most relaxed during their shift change."

Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes turned incredibly sinister.

"Next Wednesday night, I will use the pretext of a surprise fire inspection to distract the patrol teams on the outskirts."

"When the time comes, your men just need to sneak in and get the blueprints!"

Ichiro Sato picked up the floor plan and examined it carefully in the dim light.

Very detailed.

Even the locations of ventilation ducts and electrical distribution boxes are clearly marked.

"Yoshi!"

Sato Ichiro nodded in satisfaction and carefully put the blueprints away from his body.

"Director Li, you are indeed very reliable in handling matters."

"In that case, let's move out on time next Wednesday night!"

"It's a pleasure working with you."

In the dimly lit private room, the two men, like rats making a dirty deal, whispered and plotted a shocking case that was about to unfold.

They thought they had done it perfectly, without anyone noticing.

however.

They had no idea.

The Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is located just a few kilometers away from Fengzeyuan Restaurant.

Inside that heavily guarded abandoned warehouse laboratory.

Beside a warm fireplace.

Guard Chen Bing was dozing off in a recliner with his arms crossed.

And in his arms.

Five-and-a-half-year-old Zhang Huaimin is sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

But deep in his mind.

On that semi-transparent system panel, a very faint yet exceptionally precise red acoustic radar dot was clearly flashing!

[Ding! Target locked on: Deputy Factory Director Li. "Future Super Sonic Radar Characteristics"]

[Audio capture successful, in real-time decoding and transmission in progress...]

"As long as you get the real thing, $100,000, not a penny less..."

"Next Wednesday night, I'll use the pretext of a surprise fire inspection to distract the outer patrol teams..."

The conversation between the two people in the private room at Fengzeyuan.

It was as if it were whispered in Zhang Huaimin's ear, every word of which entered his mind without missing a single one.

Zhang Huaimin could even hear the rapid heartbeat of Deputy Factory Director Li due to extreme tension.

"One hundred thousand US dollars, to smuggle yourself into Hong Kong?"

"You've got quite an appetite."

Zhang Huaimin sneered inwardly.

His sonic radar can detect even the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings several kilometers away.

What's more, there are two grown men here, loudly plotting something.

A villain is a villain; even when facing death, he still thinks he's done everything he could.

Little did they know, they had already become prey in a cage.

Not only Deputy Factory Director Li, but also the undercover agent Sato Ichiro will be captured this time.

Inside the "Yazhu" private room at Fengzeyuan.

The deal is done.

Sato Ichiro was in a great mood and picked up a glass of Moutai from the table.

He gave Deputy Factory Director Li a ferocious and smug smile.

"Director Li, let's drink to the wealth we're about to acquire!"

Meanwhile, in a laboratory a few kilometers away.

Zhang Huaimin, "sound asleep" in Chen Bing's arms.

The corners of his youthful mouth turned up slightly, forming a chilling arc.

Then, he comfortably rolled over.