Chapter 51: Xiaomi Heavy Industry, First Entrepreneurship

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Protagonist:

Lin Yi

After writing down the text, Zhu Kai said nothing, walked straight out of the room, and sent a copy of the materials to Gu Chuan in the room next door.

They exchanged opinions, then got off work.

Shortly after Zhu Kai and the others left, Gu Chuan appeared before Lin Yi holding the materials.

He plopped down, then took out a notebook and slapped it onto the table:

"Those few who are more distantly related to you by blood have all confessed."

"As for those few who are more closely related to you by blood, they're all biting their tongues and refusing to speak, still scolding me."

"But none of this matters. Once the appraisal department over there issues the appraisal results for those IOUs, the evidence can be fixed, and then we can enter the court process."

"Right now I need to go through the process to confirm whether you can accept mediation."

"I refuse any mediation!" Lin Yi spoke decisively, skipping this process.

Gu Chuan scratched his head, holding a pen and writing the words "refuse mediation" in large characters on the notebook, then turned and pushed the notebook in front of Lin Yi:

"Check it over, then sign your opinion, your name, and the date."

After spending a few minutes checking the records on the notebook, Lin Yi signed his opinion disagreeing with mediation at the signature spot at the end, then signed his full name and the date.

The notebook was pushed back in front of Gu Chuan. Gu Chuan checked it once more, confirmed nothing was missing, then casually waved his hand:

"You can go back."

Lin Yi stood up, just about to step away to leave, when he suddenly thought of something. He returned to stand before Gu Chuan again, lowering his voice to ask quietly:

"How many years will they probably get?"

Gu Chuan scratched his head, closed the notebook and tucked it under his armpit, and answered without thinking:

"They're mainly involved in fraud, obstructing testimony, and helping forge evidence."

"If they had successfully scammed 90 million, they'd never dream of getting out for the rest of their lives."

"The problem is they didn't scam it, and those few of your more distantly related relatives confessed after sitting in the regret chair for not long."

"So fraud can only be counted as attempted. There's also a certain circumstance of surrender, but because they committed crimes as a group—twenty or thirty people—forging multiple pieces of evidence, with the scammed amount at least over 1 million, totaling over 90 million, it should count as especially serious circumstances."

"Plus obstructing testimony and forging evidence."

"And you on your side refusing any mediation. According to my experience, it's probably around 10 years. If they want to make an example, the time will have to be increased."

"But this has nothing to do with you. You just need to cooperate with us to make a record when the time comes."

"If there's anything, we'll contact you by phone."

Hearing that this bunch of relatives could eat state food for several good years, Lin Yi felt the stifled breath in his chest disperse quite a bit, and his whole person felt much lighter.

Just as he walked out of the brightly lit door, he ran into Mu Yuan, the eldest son of his Big Uncle Mu Feipeng's family—a drunkard with a red nose.

Seeing Lin Yi, Mu Yuan immediately came over. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Lin Yi raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

Lin Yi used full force with this slap, directly knocking Mu Yuan to the ground. A man in his thirties, sleeping soundly, was slapped to the ground by one slap and fell asleep right away.

The pain transmitted through his hand did not make Lin Yi feel pain; instead, he felt even more comfortable, even more relaxed.

Behind Mu Yuan were several other people. These people, like Mu Yuan, were all relatives from his mother's side.

A few seconds earlier, these people had still looked aggressive, coming to question him.

But seeing Mu Yuan slapped to the ground, these people instinctively stepped back, then hurriedly made way, afraid Lin Yi would slap them in the face too.

Whistling at these people, Lin Yi walked out cheerfully.

Walking out through that retractable gate, Lin Yi lifted his gaze to scan the surroundings, preparing to find a hotel to get through one night, then go back tomorrow morning.

After scanning around and not finding his target, he prepared to change places and look again.

Just as he took a few steps, the headlights of a black Santana parked by the roadside lit up, and it honked again.

The sudden noise caught Lin Yi's attention. He looked back, only to discover that this Santana was his own old car.

In the passenger seat, Ji Shuangshuang, wrapped in a down jacket, was sitting there prettily. Seeing Lin Yi look at her, she quickly rolled down the window, poked her head out, bared her big teeth in a silly grin, and waved her hands frantically.

Lin Yi stood in place, smiling at the silly grinning person, then ran over quickly.

He instinctively walked toward the passenger side, but soon, just as he was about to open the car door, he stopped again, returned to the driver's seat, placed both hands on the car roof, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Ji Shuangshuang—who wore an expression begging for praise—with an unfriendly expression:

"I remember... you don't have a driver's license, right?"

One sentence, and the smile on Ji Shuangshuang's face froze. She quickly lowered her head, wanting to say something to make up for it, but there was nothing she could say to make up for it.

At this moment, she saw the bag on the passenger seat.

The red mooncake bag was stuffed full. In this moment, Ji Shuangshuang saw her savior.

She grabbed the mooncake bag in one go, held it up like presenting a treasure, and continued to grin foolishly as she said:

"Um, I brought the bank seal, online banking key, tax key, business license, and all those things!"

In this moment, Lin Yi didn't know whether to praise her or scold her.

After a long time, he sighed a breath, ruffled Ji Shuangshuang's dog head with his hand, and raised his hand to gesture for her to go to the passenger seat.

A few minutes later, the old Santana started up again and drove toward the factory direction.

"Don't do this kind of dangerous thing next time." Lin Yi suddenly spoke.

In the passenger seat, Ji Shuangshuang heard these words. She was stunned at first, then held the mooncake bag, her gaze wandering as she looked ahead, and answered:

"It's just... I just didn't want to lose this good job."

As she spoke, the girl's ears quietly turned red in the darkness.

She glanced sideways at the driver, then quickly added:

"By the way, that dog manager said the production lines in all three factories have been remodeled and are ready for use."

"What about Liu Daneng?"

"Supervisor Liu is leading people in studying the production lines."

"It's really rare... what do you want for late-night snack?"

"Grilled fish!"

"That request of yours is really too much—at this hour, where can you find a Gusu person still running a grilled fish stall outside? Let's just eat breakfast."

"Then I want crab roe soup dumplings!"

"Okay okay okay—"

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Back at Xiaomi Heavy Industry, it was already past 5 AM; in Gusu in December, dawn came around 6:30.

Lin Yi had something to do later, so he didn't plan to sleep.

He turned on the computer, soup dumpling in his left hand and mouse in his right, opened the insulting document he had previously sent to Europe, operated with one hand, edited a passage again, opened the VPN, logged into his email, and clicked send.

After sending, he switched to Twitter, pasted the new letter in, switched accounts, and started insulting people under this tweet.

By the time he finished insulting, the pitch black outside the window had vanished, replaced by gentle sunlight.

Seeing that ray of sunlight, Lin Yi's heart involuntarily relaxed quite a bit.

In Gusu in December, sunlight was a rare thing.

Closing the insulting interface, Lin Yi opened the System Panel and began looking for suitable suppliers among the suppliers.

Half an hour later, he had organized the supplier name list.

He stretched lazily in the chair, turned off the computer, locked the office door from the inside, then cheerfully walked toward the remodeled factory.