The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

During the Assam milk tea era, Iran was considered a secular country, and religious precepts still existed.

However, it's not as extreme as some religious countries; alcohol is still permitted, and there's no mandatory requirement for women to wear headscarves when going out.

This was said by the representative from the Italian side at the dinner table. It seems that they also have a fondness for wine, but they are not used to drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor).

Li Feng only dabbled in both liquor and wine; he didn't particularly enjoy either. If it weren't necessary, he wouldn't even bother attending social gatherings.

The atmosphere was harmonious and joyful. In addition to pork, the buffet dishes on the table were also very plentiful, including Chinese and Western food. The only thing missing was roasted camel.

An order worth over 900 million dollars is like a timely rain for China right now.

"Your bulletproof vests are the best I've ever seen. I hope that after this order is completed, we can have more collaborations in the future!"

During a break in the party, Major General Hashim, holding a glass of champagne, walked up to Li Feng and spoke through a translator.

"I wonder if the general is familiar with the ancient Silk Road?"

"Hundreds of years ago, our country produced exquisite ceramic handicrafts, which were sent to the Arab region by merchants from the Western Regions along this ancient road."

"Oh~, Yes, the Silk Road, I know it, black tea, cup~!"

After listening to the translator, Hashim pondered for a moment and nodded. In the Middle East and Arab regions, there is a custom of drinking black tea and milk tea, and the cups used are either silver or ceramic.

"Look, the friendship between our two countries was already linked by camel bells hundreds of years ago!"

"Our country is the inventor and producer of ceramics, so we are undoubtedly in a leading position in the field of hard bulletproof vests. Trust us, we will definitely live up to our friendship. We will lose money on this deal!"

The term "blatantly lying" is inaccurate. It's more about maintaining relationships with major clients, which requires eloquent speech. Even if you're making a lot of money, you have to claim you're losing money.

Don't make customers feel the pinch; make them feel like they've made a profit, since the big spender has money anyway.

Hashim was very satisfied with what the factory manager in front of him said. After all, the factory was famous for making ceramics, and its English name was even porcelain. It was only natural that the bulletproof vest used ceramic plates.

"For our friendship!"

"Celebrating our centuries-old friendship!"

He raised his champagne glass and toasted Li Feng, who in turn picked up his wine glass and took a small sip.

Li Feng glanced at his watch, realizing it was almost time. He gave the foreign affairs staff a wink; the contract was already signed, and the follow-up maintenance was their responsibility.

As for whether the Iranian representative will later take his equipment to Kuwait and overturn the table, Li Feng has no say in that; in fact, it would be even better if the table were overturned.

If they don't overturn the table, the other real camel owner in the Middle East won't be afraid. If they're not afraid, they won't be buying firecrackers from China, which involves 3.5 billion dollars!

One side dared not ask for a price, and the other side dared not bargain. The deal was finalized in one fell swoop. There's never been such a good thing in a lifetime. At least, Director Li felt that 3.5 billion was still a bit cheap when it came to firecrackers.

Having finished his social engagements, Li Feng left the banquet hall.

On the other side, there was also a difficult Persian. The contract there had been finalized, but the order amount was almost half that of the Iranian side, less than 500 million dollars.

The key issue is that Brigadier General Reza over there is more difficult to communicate with than the secular Hashim here, and the signing of contracts is also more complicated.

They scrutinize order details, delivery dates, and staff training, with numerous requirements in every aspect. Compared to Yifang, they are simply a combination of economically disadvantaged and decision-making difficulties.

The most detailed requirements even extended to the fact that a large photograph of their leader, which they had brought, had to be hung in the hotel room where they stayed.

After hastily leaving the party, Li Feng felt a sense of relief as he looked at the Great Wall Hotel's signboard and the dazzling lights upstairs.

Leaning against the car door, suit jacket draped over his shoulders, tie tucked into his shirt, he lit a cigarette and quietly gazed at the sky.

After taking over the job, he joined Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill and worked there for a full twenty-three years, starting as a trainee driver.

From its beginnings as a state-owned factory, to its entry into the national defense and military industry system during a special period, and then to its merger into Norinco Corporation in the new era, becoming an important business unit.

All the experiences of time travel seemed to flash before my eyes. A college graduate, majoring in marketing and real estate sales, an ordinary person in my previous life, to the present transformation, it all felt like a dream.

My daughter Li Hui is already in college. The only person I've ever wronged in this life is Hui Hui's mother, Huang Yaqin.

He did not remarry, but instead raised their daughter together, giving her all the love a father could give.

Li Feng, caught in a state of emotional turmoil, gave a bitter smile. So many years had passed, and Yaqin's appearance had become almost blurry. He really was a lovesick scumbag.

I wonder if Yaqin will also transmigrate into another person's body in another world.

He flicked away the cigarette butt, shook his head to clear his mind, and turned to get into the car.

We still need to go to the Friendship Hotel. Although the Persians are considered a small client compared to the Iranians, we still need to maintain good relations with this small client, for the sake of Daole.

Fortunately, the Persian banquet was an hour later than this one, which avoided the conflict. Otherwise, as the factory manager, he really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

It was another whole process, starting with the ancient Silk Road, talking about each other's culture, and discussing future visions. Fortunately, the Persians don't drink alcohol, so the social interactions were relatively quick.

On-time delivery, guaranteed quality, and after-sales service—these are all stated in the contract, and he can be confident in them. After all, Persians are indeed more difficult to deal with than Arabs. Leaving the banquet hall of the Friendship Hotel, it was almost nine o'clock. Having appeased both sides of the client, Li Feng's task was finally completed.

The rest depends on the overall management within the group. If Hongxing Factory wants to increase its output, it involves more than just one unit.

In the past, he, as the factory manager, might have had a headache, and would get frustrated if production couldn't keep up.

But now, the group's leadership is handling all the coordination and management; he just needs to keep the factory operating at full capacity.

Li Feng pressed the elevator button, his suit jacket draped over his arm. He really didn't want to participate in this kind of business dinner again; the muttony smell on his clients was making his nose extremely uncomfortable.

"Ding~!"

The elevator doors opened, and Li Feng looked up and walked in, just as the doors were closing.

"It's you~!"

"Old Xu, what are you doing here?"

Li Feng punched Xu Lingjun's shoulder hard, staring at the middle-aged man in the elevator with a rather astonished expression.

Old Xu rubbed his shoulders. He hadn't expected to meet this "old classmate" here. He looked a little reserved, dressed in simple clothes. Compared to Li Feng, who was dressed in a suit and tie, he seemed even more reserved.

"My dad came back from America. He lives here, so I came to visit him!"

"What about you?"

Pressing his body tightly against the elevator wall, Old Xu scratched his head sheepishly after speaking, then looked at Li Feng.

"I have some clients in the Arab world, I'll entertain them a bit!"

"You came to the capital without even saying hello. Do you still consider us old classmates?"

Li Feng put his arm around Lao Xu's shoulder, and the two of them came out of the elevator and sat on the sofa in the lobby, catching up on the old days.

"Everything's fine, Uncle. They've all taken good care of me. I'm teaching at Hongxing Elementary School now, but my father wants me to go to America with him. I can't bear to leave them!"

As Old Xu finished speaking, he looked very troubled, as if he didn't want to go to that unfamiliar land.

"Now that the country is open, you can fly across the ocean and arrive in just one day. It will be even more convenient in the future. Whether you go or not is up to you!"

"They say that as people get older, they think about returning to their roots. After all, blood is thicker than water. Just tell him your thoughts honestly. He is still your father after all, and at least he hasn't forgotten you!"

"Of course, the country has opened up and welcomes foreign investment, so he can see his grandchildren more often."

Back then, Li Feng released the Lou family as a lead, but Old Xu's father, being a cunning old fox, refused to take the bait and only showed up now.

Li Feng could only say that they were being overly cautious, but it's not too late now...

I chatted with Lao Xu for over an hour in the hotel, and I gave him a lot of encouragement. He's a very pure person, and he loves this country deeply.

Even so... he still loves this land and uses his insignificant abilities to mend the wounds of the past.

It was almost midnight when I got home.

Downstairs, Manager Ge from Hongxing Construction Company and Xu Le from the Second Action Division came to Li Feng's door, bringing him bad news.

Zheng Chaoyang, a half-master, died of heart disease at Hexie Hospital.

On the hospital bed, Li Feng watched as the emaciated Old Zheng was covered with a white sheet, and then medical staff took him to the basement.

Boss Kong also came to see us off in person, leaning on his cane, his back so bent he could barely stand up straight.

Afterwards, Boss Kong took Li Feng to his office and read out the organization's temporary appointment of him.

Old Zheng's sudden passing brought many projects to a standstill. This time, instead of asking Li Feng to come over, Old Zheng used his last words found in the safe.

A few months later…

Li Feng removed his military rank insignia from his collar, bid farewell to Factory 787, and arrived at the familiar Investigation Department building.

The wooden sign for the investigation department that used to hang outside the gate has been replaced.

This organization has now been renamed Guo-An!

The grand finale!

Hooray! My first novel is finished!
Thank you to all the readers. The author was really overwhelmed by 404 errors during this last period and couldn't adjust his mindset. I'm so sorry. (Tears welling up) Our journey has come to an end.

My heartfelt thanks to all of you who read to the end, dear readers. Thank you for your monthly votes, recommendations, and comments, which kept this book from being abandoned.

The next chapter, a side story, will be about where Yaqin went—that'll be written tomorrow, of course! (End of this chapter)