Chapter 32

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

Hearing the English with its heavy London accent, Lin Yi's faint smile faded, his expression turning stern in an instant.

In his previous life, his booth had been outside the exhibition hall, and news of those few Middle Easterners had been mere hearsay.

He had only heard it with his own ears.

In his imagination, the Middle Easterners appearing here should have had a piece of cloth on their heads and worn robes.

But he never expected that these people were actually wearing suits, and apart from the big beards on their faces, they had no Middle Eastern characteristics at all.

Especially that London-accented English...

After a moment of silence, he felt quite resigned.

In this world, 99% of territorial disputes are caused by Europe, and within Europe, 80% of the reasons are because of England.

England has never disappointed people in its great faults and great virtues in being human.

The Middle East is a colony obtained by England and France after defeating Ottoman Turkey; compared to America, Middle Easterners prefer to study in England or France.

The armed groups active in the Middle East are all local tycoons, all local wealthy classes; it is normal for these people to study in England and France, and normal to learn a London-accented English.

Not receiving Lin Yi's timely answer, the big-bearded man who had just spoken opened his mouth, lowered his head to think for a moment, and asked in broken Chinese: "This electric pressure cooker of yours, does it have great power?"

After going over this sentence in his mind several times, Lin Yi finally understood its meaning.

He smiled at the person before him, then replied in English:

"It has great power!"

After saying this, without waiting for the person opposite to respond, he naturally turned sideways, raised his hand and pointed inside the booth: "Please come in, let's talk inside."

The younger big-bearded man turned his head and looked at the two big-bearded men beside him; those two big-bearded men's gazes still fell on the screen, on that safety video warning.

The video cycled to the footage of Lin Yi putting gunpowder and ammonium nitrate into the electric rice cooker.

The two big-bearded men stared without blinking, waiting until the explosion sound appeared again on the screen before they turned their heads to look at the younger big-bearded man.

The younger big-bearded man pointed at Lin Yi with his finger, then pointed inside the booth, and explained in Arabic:

"He invites us inside to talk in detail!"

The two big-bearded men looked at each other, both seeing the other's hesitation.

Their gazes swept to the screen playing the safety warning video, paused for a moment, and the big-bearded man on the left said in Arabic:

"He put about one kilogram of ammonium nitrate into that pot; according to our previous tests, one kilogram of ammonium nitrate cannot produce such an effect."

"One kilogram of gunpowder cannot produce such an effect either!" the big-bearded man on the right interjected, moving his gaze from the screen to the counter beside him, landing on the electric rice cooker and electric pressure cooker on the counter, steaming hot and giving off fragrance.

Those blue eyes just stared fixedly at the electric pressure cooker, as if trying to see through its outer shell into the internal structure of the pressure cooker.

But he did not have X-ray eyes.

After looking for a long time, he saw nothing at all.

Finally, he could only move his doubtful gaze away, moving it onto the younger big-bearded man, nodding his head, and said to him in Arabic:

"Tell him, we can talk in detail!"

Receiving the message, the younger big-bearded man turned around, walked to Lin Yi's front, smiling and extending his right hand:

"Sir, my name is Ahmed Jabbar, from Iraq, we..."

Ahmed pointed at the electric pressure cooker with his hand, nodded his head, and continued:

"We are very interested in your finely made electric pressure cooker, we..."

He stopped the topic again, looked around with a doubtful gaze; when he withdrew his gaze, he furrowed his brow and sighed.

After a good while, he put on a compromising expression and continued in English:

"I think we should find a better place to talk in detail."

Seeing these three fellows acting so cautiously, Lin Yi knew that these three were his target this time, the key to his turning the tide.

He raised his hand and pointed at himself, then pointed at the booth, then pointed north of the booth:

"I am Lin Yi, the Chairman of this Xiaomi Heavy Industry."

"As for talking in detail, let's go over there, drink tea while slowly chatting."

To facilitate on-site signing, the Organizer had arranged a batch of exclusive Negotiation Rooms inside the Convention and Exhibition Center.

The space was not large, but the soundproofing was very good, and there was free tea.

After giving Liu Daneng a few instructions, Lin Yi brought the three big-bearded men and turned, walking toward the Negotiation Room direction.

After paying, the tall and long-legged volunteer led the four people into the Negotiation Room, explained the precautions, then left with long strides.

After the door closed, the two older big-bearded men impatiently urged Ahmed:

"Ahmed, you must think of every way, must pump from his mouth why, with the same propellant charge, the explosive power of his pressure vessel is obviously much greater."

"I suspect they unintentionally created a special configuration; this kind of pressure vessel can greatly increase explosive power."

"When asking, try to beat around the bush; China people are very shrewd; as soon as there is the slightest wrongness, they will change the subject."

"Once they become alert, our trouble will be great."

The words of the two big-bearded men made Ahmed nod repeatedly.

He turned his head, showed Lin Yi a polite smile, then nodded again.

After organizing his words in his heart, he then smiled and spoke in English:

"Mr. Lin, we are very interested in those videos you played on the booth; I want to know, what reason prompted you to film such a... video?"

After asking the question, Ahmed stared with those blue eyes, looking at Lin Yi with a face full of sincerity.

Lin Yi returned the same gaze, locking eyes with him.

After staring for over ten seconds, he leaned back, lounging lazily on the sofa.

That sincere gaze changed at that moment, turning into amusement.

Immediately, a string of Arabic came from Lin Yi's mouth:

"The reason I film this kind of video is simple: there are too many fools in Europe and America who like putting canned food, gunpowder, and even explosives into pots."

"As for you few."

"You don't need to waste effort trying to draw me out; if you need special pressure vessels, I can provide them."

"I have no interest in where you come from; I'm only interested in the money in your hands."

"If you few feel we can cooperate, we'll keep talking; if not, scatter!"

The accent was a bit awkward, but the moment Lin Yi spoke, Ahmed instinctively turned his head to look at the two behind him.

Arabic is the common language of the Middle East region, though there are differences in some vocabulary and accent due to different countries.

But most Arabic vocabulary is universal.

So, although Lin Yi's accent was a bit awkward, what he spoke was ultimately Arabic, and ultimately all three of them could understand.

Likewise, their supposed cross-language conspiracy was all heard by Lin Yi!

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