Go back in time and be a chaebol

Chapter 1758 Big Brother, Take the Medicine (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
The tropical sun is strong.

Even after more than twenty years, Alexandra still hasn't gotten used to it.

Sitting under a parasol on the beach, Alexandra would occasionally look at her watch, watching the time pass by as the second hand ticked away.

"Time flies so fast!"

Sometimes, Alexandra thinks about the past.

Thinking back to more than 20 years ago, when the war ended, he, like many others, left his country with his family.

He first arrived in Spain, crossed the border, silently shook hands with his fellow travelers, and then got on the car that was waiting for him. The car took him to the port of Spain, and then he boarded a cargo ship and came to this strange place.

At first, he couldn't sleep and he was often nervous because the road was only two kilometers away from his home.

He was used to walls and sentries in the Empire, but there were none here, and he felt completely unprotected. He was constantly worried that some uniformed men were waiting to come and arrest him.

Although he holds a Swiss passport, he still has some concerns, even though old friends have assured him that there is no danger here. It is absolutely friendly.

But even so, he was still restless. When he slept, he hid the pistol under his pillow, but sometimes he listened carefully to the roar of cars passing by in the distance.

It was not until a few years later that he slowly adapted to it all, and then he started working here, not at the university, but another job.

Although he has retired, the job is still going on.

Nothing else, just an ideal!

But what has become of the Soviet Union in the past twenty years?
Alexandra frowned as she thought of the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia last year.

Recovering her confused mind, Alexandra picked up the straw hat from the side, then looked at the sky and said to herself:
"It's a nice day today..."

Alexandra then left the beach and drove to the location that had been agreed upon long ago.

Everything went very smoothly without any accidents. He successfully obtained microprocessors from his downstream, and these processors would be shipped to Russia through special channels.

Accidents always happen when you least expect them.

Just when Alexandra thought everything was going well and had just returned home and parked her car, several black cars suddenly surrounded her from all directions. The car doors opened quickly, and several plainclothes agents jumped out of the cars, moving swiftly and well-trained.

Not only did they point their pistols at him, but some of them were holding MP5 submachine guns. No one would doubt that if he put up the slightest resistance, the other party would die.

"Raise your hands slowly, Alexandra, or should I say Heinrich."

Hazel said as he pointed the gun steadily at him.

Heinrich!

Hearing this name, Alexandra's heart sank suddenly, and the smile on his face froze instantly. He subconsciously took a step back, but soon realized that he had no way to escape. He slowly raised his hands and glanced at the agents around him, trying to read something from their expressions.

"You...what do you mean?"

He tried to pretend to be calm, but his voice was trembling.

Could it be that they came to me from the past? No, aren't they my protectors?

"Mr. Alexandra, you are suspected of espionage. Please come with us."

The agent's tone left no room for doubt.

Alexandra said nothing more, and he knew that it was all over.

He was handcuffed and put into one of the cars. Although he couldn't see the scenery outside the car, he could feel that the car was moving quickly.

At this moment, Alexandra's mind was in a mess.

He didn't know where he went wrong, but he knew what he would face next.

The car quickly drove into the Security Bureau building.

Alexandra was taken into a dim interrogation room with only a table and two chairs. He was pressed on the chair, his hands still cuffed. Sitting on the chair opposite was a middle-aged man wearing a neat suit and with a cold and sharp look.

"Mr. Alexandra,"

Hazel spoke, her voice deep and strong, staring at him.
"We have been protecting you for more than twenty years, but you betrayed our friendship and became a spy for the Russians. Or rather, you have been a spy for the Russians from the beginning, even before you left Berlin.

For more than twenty years, you have been engaged in espionage.

We also know that you set up a fake Swiss company through your subordinate Schindler. You used it to purchase processors and obtain our country's highly confidential technology. Am I right?"

Alexandra's face turned pale in an instant. He opened his mouth, but found that he could not refute.

"You don't have to deny it,"

Hazel continued.

"The evidence we have is enough for you to spend the rest of your life in prison. However, we are willing to give you a chance."

Alexandra raised her head, a glimmer of hope in her eyes:
"what chance?"

"Act as our informant!"

"You want me to be a double agent?"

"That's right. You and your family will be protected. You can live a peaceful life as usual. You just need to provide us with some information and work for us."

Alexandra's heartbeat quickened.

He knew it was a tempting offer.

But it also means that he must betray his superiors and the comrades who once trusted him.

The faces of his family, especially his children, came to his mind.

What fate would they face if he refused?
"I...I need time to think about it." Alexandra whispered, with a hint of hesitation in his voice. In fact, he had known that this day would come eventually.

Hazel nodded, with an unquestionable sense of oppression in his tone:
"You can consider it, but time is running out. Every minute you delay increases your risk. We want you to understand that this is your only chance."

Alexandra bowed her head and clasped her hands together.

He knew that he had no way out. No matter which path he chose, it would completely change his life. At this moment, the only thing he could do was to make a difficult choice.

In the interrogation room, time seemed to have frozen. Only the second hand of the clock on the wall was ticking, like a countdown, urging him to make a decision.

After a long silence, Alexandra looked at the interrogator in front of her and said:

"Sir, I didn't choose to betray for money. I was born in 1902. I experienced World War I and post-war hunger in my youth. In Germany at that time, we suffered from hunger and poverty, so I accepted..."

In the following hours, he recounted his experience, seemingly defending himself. He said that he was defending his behavior:
“…So I am doing this for my ideal.”

After a short silence, he continued:
"Yes, I never do these things for money. I do them for my ideals."

Facing his defense, Hazel thought for a moment and asked:
"And now? What have you seen over the past 20 years or so?"

Faced with such a question, he fell into silence. He didn't even know how to answer the question.

After all, he had asked himself this question countless times in the past, or he had thought about this question.

Every time he got the answer in his heart, he was terrified.

Now faced with this question, Alexandra was silent for a while, and then said:

"Can I have a cigarette?"

His wish was granted. He took the cigarette from the interrogator's hand, and then Alexandra took a puff of it. After a while, he finally spoke.

"Hungary, I don't know if you still remember what happened there more than a decade ago, when I saw my colleagues shooting at them, when I saw them invading Hungary..."

He took a puff of cigarette and then pursed his lips. Alexandra's tone became a little heavy, he seemed to be recalling his past, recalling the changes in his state of mind over the years.

"From that time on, I didn't know whether my choice was right. Perhaps it was from that time that I began to waver..."

……

A week later, a Soviet merchant ship left the port of Kota Kinabalu. As the merchant ship left, Hazel on the shore silently watched the merchant ship go away and asked:

"Boss, why don't we stop those processors from leaving here? Even if we want to activate Cuckoo, there is no need to let them leave with the processors."

Ma Chao, smoking a cigarette, looked at the merchant ship going away and said:

"It's just over 10,000 processors. Even if the customs intercepts this batch of processors, Moscow will still get them through other means. They can not only get processors in Europe, but also get microprocessors from Hong Kong Island, the Philippines, Singapore and other places. Last year..."

Ma Chao took a puff of cigarette and said:
"Just last year, according to our statistics, at least more than 100 million microprocessors of various kinds flowed into the Soviet Union and Eastern European countries. Although we have no evidence, the Soviet supercomputer "Elbrus" may have used our processors or the same imitations."

Mount Elbrus is the highest peak in the Caucasus Mountains and also the highest peak in the Soviet Union. It is a symbol of Soviet national strength and courage.

Just from the name, you can see the Soviets' expectations for this supercomputer.

However, it still lags behind the West, with a computing speed of only 3.5 million times. But even so, there are some reports that they use processors from the West.

"Those processors are used by them in various fields, from civilian to military. Our processors can be found in almost all fields. Although the Russian electronics industry has made some progress in the past few years, they still cannot do without our processors."

Shrugging his shoulders, Ma Chao looked at Hazel, his European subordinate, and said:
"A processor is only that big. If you put it anywhere, it will be taken away. Since we can't stop this at the moment, let's use these processors to knock on their door."

What Ma Chao meant by knocking on the door was of course to help gain Moscow's trust. In fact, Moscow trusted him very much. After all, in the past 20 years, he had been actively passing various intelligence to Moscow. Although his identity and status meant that he could not access many secrets, it was always better to have such a double agent than not.

"We need to understand our enemy as much as possible. Through him, we can at least understand Moscow to a certain extent, especially the level of their electronic technology."

Hazel thought for a moment, then said:

"Boss, you mean that we can learn about the processors that Moscow wants to purchase through him, and then we can learn about their electronic technology level through their purchase list, right?"

Ma Chao nodded and said.

"Yes, that's right. To a large extent, Russia and other Eastern European countries are behind the Iron Curtain. They implement all kinds of very strict confidentiality measures. This means that we have no idea about their technological level.

In this way, we can infer their technical level. This is the responsibility of the technical department. All we need to do is to obtain this information and then hand it over to the technical department for corresponding analysis. "

Looking at Hazel, Ma Chao then turned his gaze to the sea.

Said:

"Now the times have changed. Integrated circuits will be the most important thing in the future. Any country that cannot keep up with the times will be eliminated. What we need is to ensure..."

There was a brief silence, and then Ma Chao spoke again.

"The technical sector will carry out targeted sanctions, and everything we do is to ensure that those countries will be eliminated for a long time to come."

"How is it possible that all those countries are among those that are eliminated?"

He was a little confused, looked at the boss and said:
"Hasn't he been buying from us all along? Although they are far behind us, they can still get the processors they need from us through smuggling and other channels."

Hazel didn't know much about integrated circuits. He was just an agent for the Security Bureau. In fact, he didn't know much about computers.

"Yes, they can still buy them now because we are still "selling" them. Although it is difficult, they can still get these chips through smuggling and other channels, but what about the future?"

Ma Chao took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the sneer on his face became more and more intense. Although he was the operations director of the Security Bureau, he had also participated in joint meetings of multiple departments. He knew very well that this kind of smuggling was actually poisoning.

He put out the cigarette butt on the sole of his shoe, then wrapped it in paper and held it in his hand. Ma Chao sneered:
"Now they can still buy it, which will dampen their motivation for independent research and development. After all, independent research and development is too time-consuming and costly. But they don't know that such smuggling is simply drinking poison to quench thirst. Not only will it not provide them with much help, it will even suppress their research and development initiative, which will only continue to widen the gap between them and us!"

Of course, all of this is a strategy formulated by experts, and they are only one of the specific implementation links. And all of this is to ensure one goal - to fundamentally strangle the development of integrated circuits in the Soviet Union and other countries!

(End of this chapter)