Chapter 43: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

In the dim dawn light, Khalid returned to the Suzhou City Convention and Exhibition Center, returning once more to the exhibition site.

At the entrance to the exhibition, a constant stream of visitors came and went—locals, people from elsewhere, and foreigners.

Khalid blended into the crowd, looking very unremarkable.

After showing his ticket at the ticket check, he continued to blend into the crowd, walking into the exhibition hall.

As he walked, he saw the name of the shell company he had registered.

【Congratulations to Xiaomi Heavy Industry Group and UAE Peace Trading Company on reaching a deal, totaling 60 million yuan. Let us keep striving, grow bigger and stronger, and create new glory!】

Bright red text scrolled across the huge LED screen, with both Chinese and English versions.

The scrolling speed was slow; as the text scrolled, the colored lights along the edge of the LED screen flashed wildly, making it impossible not to look.

The moment he made out the text, Khalid felt his vision go black, and he nearly fainted.

Only one thought filled his mind.

It's over, it's over, everything is over!

At the same time, Ahmed and Mohammed also arrived at the Hanshan Subdistrict Office in Hanshan Temple District. Speaking awkward Chinese, he strolled around, asked many questions around the area, and only then did he stop outside Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

The two did not choose to go inside, but squatted in the car, silently watching through binoculars.

"Are all China factories this big?" Mohammed lowered his binoculars and looked at Ahmed beside him.

At this moment, Ahmed held a notebook in his left hand and a steel pen in his right; the pen moved across the notebook, leaving line after line.

It was precisely the map around Xiaomi Heavy Industry.

After putting down the final stroke, Ahmed raised his head, glanced at the busy construction site in the distance, and replied:

"I calculated it; roughly 20 hectares."

"The workers inside are highly disciplined, almost all working according to the high requirements we asked about, which stands out starkly compared to other construction sites we've observed."

"Then there's the factory building; the one on the far left is labeled Special Metal Processing, which should be the factory producing that special cannon."

"They're currently laying foundations; as Lin Yi said, it will take about three months."

"The middle plot has a sign for a communications company; they might enter the communications industry."

"If their communications equipment is good quality and supports use in the Middle East, perhaps we can have them custom-make some for us in the future."

"As for the finished factory building on the far right, I asked people around; they said it's Lin Laosan Electrical Appliance Factory, but recently it was renamed by the young factory director to process millet."

"I estimate those electric pressure cookers we ordered are being made in this factory building."

"Overall, 20 hectares of factory buildings and production lines would cost at least several billion yuan."

"Lin Yi can't come up with that much money, and no one else could suddenly give him that much either."

"And the only place that could come up with the money..."

Ahmed did not continue, but turned to look at Mohammed; their gazes met, and both understood the meaning of the remaining words.

Immediately followed by a silence.

In the silence, Mohammed reached out and took the notebook, his fingers slowly tracing the drawn map, then suddenly snapped it shut:

"You say, what is the reason they're doing this?"

"Unclear!" Ahmed shook his head, turning his gaze to the distant construction site:

"Iraq is a small country, and the Middle East is even more a tangled mess."

"We have no experience being a great power, so naturally we cannot understand the thoughts of those great powers."

"Perhaps for their own interests, perhaps purely for fun."

"Who knows?"

"If Arabs could unite, perhaps we could understand their thoughts."

After he said this, Mohammed beside him did not respond, but threw the notebook aside, opened the car door and got out, then climbed into the driver's seat.

He closed the car door, started the car, then looked very seriously at Ahmed:

"What to eat for lunch?"

"Ah?" The topic jumped too much, causing Ahmed's brain to briefly overload.

After the buffer, he rolled his eyes in response: "Can you not suddenly switch to such a vulgar question at such a moving moment?"

"Hehe!" Mohammed responded with a cold laugh, drove the sedan out of the parking space, took one last look at the distant construction site, and explained:

"Rather than considering Arab unity, better to consider how to repent to Allah after eating meat."

"After all, you truly ate it; yesterday you found the self-comforting excuse that it was mutton, and today?"

The next second, Ahmed's voice sounded beside him:

"Change places, change the flavor."

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Night fell, Meishan Hotel, Suzhou City.

The room door was pushed open; Khalid looked at the two Ahmeds entering the room, lightly nodded, and pushed the documents in his hand over.

After sitting at the table, Ahmed took out his notebook, pushed it in front of Khalid, said nothing, and picked up the documents on the table, flipping through them carefully.

After a long time, he put down the documents and carefully asked Khalid:

"Is everything written in the documents true? Is this company a key supported enterprise of Suzhou City? And does Lin Yi hold 95% of the shares?"

"I got it from the person in charge of the organizer of this exhibition; I later looked up this person's information—he is Zhang Jinshan, Bureau Chief of Suzhou Investment Promotion Bureau." While speaking, Khalid took out his phone, fiddled with it for a while, and a two-inch ID photo appeared on the phone screen.

Below the photo was the name of the photo's owner.

【Director of Suzhou Investment Promotion Bureau Zhang Jinshan】

After taking the phone and studying it for a moment, Ahmed handed the phone back to Mohammed; while the other man was examining it, he tapped a finger on the notebook:

"We did not encounter anyone tailing us."

"Then there is Lin Yi. We asked the people around; all the factories on this patch of land on the map belong to him, but construction had never started before."

"But roughly half a month before we came to China, this land that had sat empty for over two years, nearly three, suddenly began construction."

"And the people around all say the Lin Family owes a lot of money, several hundred million."

"Several hundred million in debt, plus the construction investment for 20 hectares of factory buildings."

"Even with bank loans, they wouldn't dare lend this much."

"Combined with the technology the other party produced."

"The only conclusion is that Lin Yi is merely a white glove; the real power holder is someone else."

"This power holder is the true mastermind manipulating everything behind the scenes."

"Within China, the only ones who could silently manipulate all this are the authorities."

"So now, we need you to make the call!"

"Mr. Khalid."

The ball was tossed onto himself; Khalid let out a light breath, closed the notebook, turned around, and looked at the other two people in the room:

"Are the funds ready?"

In the corner of the room sat two laptops; in front of the laptops sat two people.

Hearing this question, both nodded simultaneously:

"As you instructed, we exchanged an extra one million US dollars into RMB."

"With just one word from you, we can initiate the transfer right now; once the Chinese bank completes the process, the money can reach the other party's account."

The moment the words fell, Khalid's resonant voice rang out: "Transfer! Immediately!"

"Pay the full amount!"