Chapter 313: Chief Lu's Fourteen‑Word Mantra Shocks Wang Ming!

Watching Li Jianqiang leave with a few researchers so excited they could barely walk straight, Lu Qingshan's deep gaze turned to Wang Ming. The visual impact of the mountain‑high cash had not yet faded from Wang Ming's mind; he could still hear the dull thud of stacked bills in his ears, felt his heart pounding wildly, and felt a bit light‑headed.

At that moment, Lu Qingshan's steady voice rang out like a stabilizing anchor, instantly pulling him out of that red sea.

"The next matters are even more important; they must be handled quickly."

Wang Ming jolted, immediately composed himself, forced the illusory mountain of cash out of his mind, pressed his legs together, stood upright, and his voice grew louder with excitement: "Chief Lu, your order!"

"Go find Qingjun," Lu Qingshan said, his voice steady and powerful, as if it carried an instant‑calming force. "Have him help arrange the Introduction Letter to Hong Kong Island. Your first stop on this trip is Hong Kong Island."

"It's likely the Foreign Exchange Administration Bureau will handle the paperwork, directly sending you to Hong Kong Island; the subsequent travel and procedures will be taken care of by our own people."

"Foreign Exchange... Administration Bureau?" Wang Ming's mind buzzed and went blank in an instant. What place was that? It was the nation's highest foreign‑exchange authority! Ordinary people couldn't even know which way its doors opened, let alone conduct business there! That Chief Lu could go straight through it to handle paperwork? This was no longer a matter of power; it was… god‑like! He forced the gasp down, widened his eyes, and listened quietly, imprinting each word into his mind as if with a branding iron.

Lu Qingshan seemed unfazed by his slip, tore a page from an elegant leather‑bound notebook on the desk, picked up a fountain pen, let the nib rustle across the paper, and swiftly wrote a few characters in a flowing style before folding it and handing it to Wang Ming.

"When you reach Hong Kong Island, go to Central's Star Galaxy Building and find a person named Wang Yuyun."

"Give this slip to her; she will arrange everything that follows for you." Lu Qingshan paused, his gaze sharpening and far‑reaching. "Remember what I just said: you and Engineer Li must broaden your perspective. On this trip, settle the factory matters; there is no time limit. I need you to see what the world's most advanced food processing, automated production lines, and corporate management models look like. Bring back their ideas, technologies, even their ambitions!"

Wang Ming solemnly extended his trembling hands to take the slip, and the seemingly weightless paper felt as heavy as a thousand pounds in his grasp. He carefully slipped it into the inner pocket of his jacket; even through the fabric he could feel its edges, like a scorching medal pressed tightly against his heated chest.

"Yes! Chief Lu! I promise to complete the mission! I'm heading to Qingjun right away!" He replied, then turned and hurried away, each step feeling as if he were walking on clouds.

Stepping out of the factory, the winter afternoon sun bathed him, yet could not dispel the fire within. As Wang Ming walked, he replayed Chief Lu's directives, his heart surging like a stampede of ten thousand horses. If the earlier mountain of cash was an internal, physical shock, this upcoming mission pointed toward a vast, boundless world he had never imagined.

His fingers, through the coarse cloth, repeatedly traced the slip's outline. What exactly had Chief Lu written on it? A code? Or an Introduction Letter laden with meaning? This curiosity clawed at him like countless kitten paws, itching his mind to the point of tearing his Rationality. In this era, could a note from the mainland have any effect on the legendary, gold‑strewn, dragon‑and‑snake‑filled Hong Kong Island?

He could no longer hold back, hurried to a sheltered corner of the wall, his heart pounding. He nervously scanned the surroundings, confirming not a single bird was in sight, then, like a thief, held his breath and shakily fished the slip from his pocket. The paper bore Chief Lu's body heat and a faint scent of ink; he opened it gingerly, almost reverently as if on a pilgrimage.

On the slip, there was only a single line of flowing, soaring characters, the strokes sharp as if each bore the force of thunderous might.

"Two people go to Europe and America, handle the paperwork, and bring some money."

The signature consisted of a single character, an iron‑drawn silver hook, seeming to contain endless authority and decisive ruthlessness.

"Lu."

Wang Ming stared at the fourteen characters, first stunned, then an indescribable electric surge shot from his tailbone to the crown of his head! He couldn't help but grin, wanting to burst into laughter, but clamped his mouth shut; the suppressed laugh turned into a fierce, exhilarating gasp, filled with relief and unparalleled shock.

He muttered softly, his voice trembling slightly with intense fervor. "Sure enough, that's Chief Lu's style... sure enough..."

This slip was as concise as the most refined telegram, not a single superfluous character!

Yet each character exuded undeniable authority and grand magnitude! Go to Europe and America? Handle paperwork? Bring some money? To ordinary people that sounds as impossible as scaling a mountain, requiring layers of approval, repeated applications, perhaps unattainable in a lifetime, but on this slip it was written as casually as a trip to a neighboring village.

This is no tone of negotiation; it is a command! A command that would compel the never‑met Wang Yuyun, stationed in Hong Kong Island's Central financial hub, to mobilize all resources to fulfill it!

Chief Lu, in Hong Kong Island, possesses such god‑like power?

Wang Ming could no longer describe his thoughts with simple words like "imposing" or "efficient." What he felt was a composure that surveyed the whole picture, an absolute confidence that regarded the world's rules as nothing. This was not merely a successful businessman; it was clearly a pioneer who was actively forging the rules himself! He sensed the massive, terrifying outline beneath the iceberg—an embryonic commercial empire spanning the mainland and overseas that he could not imagine.

Wang Ming carefully refolded the slip, tucking it back into his pocket as if preserving a priceless treasure, his heart pounding, yet his steps becoming unprecedentedly light and vigorous. A surge of bravado rose in his chest, stirring endlessly. Go to Europe and America! Go see the world's most advanced technology and management! At first he felt a hint of dread—what merit did he have to shoulder such a responsibility? But immediately that dread was replaced by an even stronger conviction. Chief Lu trusted him; he could not shirk!

He seemed to already envision himself and Engineer Li bringing back endless treasure, causing not just the Shanwan factory—but the entire Huaxia industry—to be shaken!

To work under someone like this—what a fortune! No regrets in this life!