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Chapter 2575 Waste Recycling (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
The bright corridor was quiet, without a sound, except for a few armed security personnel standing in front of the elevator.

Everything here is like this, silent and mysterious.

Several tens of minutes later, a door was opened.

A nurse pushed a cart out, on which were several organ transport boxes. The boxes were labeled with the type of organ and the matching number.

She walked very fast, as if racing against time. As she ran towards the elevator, the elevator doors had already been opened by the staff standing next to them, and the elevator went straight to the top floor.

On the top floor, a helicopter was ready, its rotors stirring up dust from the ground.

The deliveryman in the cabin saw the nurse approaching, nodded, and opened the helicopter door.

The nurse carefully placed the transport box into the cabin, then handed him a document. The deliveryman quickly signed it, then piloted the helicopter into the air, soon disappearing into Beirut's gray skyline.

A dozen minutes later, the helicopter landed at the airport, and an "air express" that had been waiting for a long time was also ready for flight. The deliveryman had just boarded the plane with a dozen or so transfer boxes when the plane quickly taxied and took off.

Flying towards Europe.

Inside the airport, a man picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"The goods have already been transported away."

Tristan looked at his boss and said:
"They will arrive in Rome within 40 minutes as planned, and then be transported from Rome to various parts of Europe by Gulfstream aircraft."

"okay, I get it!"

Wang Mingyuan simply nodded slightly, then picked up a notebook containing a list of names—those were his clients.

Unlike in earlier years, his clients are now spread throughout Southeast Asia, Europe, the United States, and even on the other side of the Iron Curtain.

As time went on, his job evolved from helping clients solve problems to a routine task, but ultimately, it still came down to developing solutions.

Like the Beirut Science Center where he is now, an institution engaged in human science research. It was established just a month ago, officially described as an investment by a Bangladeshi company.

But actually?
It doesn't matter who its investors are; what matters is that it can solve many problems.

Just like now, he is providing corresponding assistance to his European clients.

Thanks to technological advancements, supersonic business jets can deliver goods to customers who need them within two hours.

Everything is just a game of money.

Wang Mingyuan asked without looking up:

Is the supply of goods guaranteed?

“Boss, this is a battlefield. Hundreds, even thousands of terrorists are killed or wounded every day. As for the militia, they can supply even more if someone is willing to pay… but…”

Tristan glanced at his boss and said:
"Right now, we cannot be sure how long this war will last, and this business will end as the war ends and order is restored."

Nodding, Wang Mingyuan said:

"By then, this center can be closed down... Well, perhaps it can be converted for other uses, as a normal transplant center. After all, poverty always forces people to make corresponding choices."

After saying that, he raised his head again and said:

"In addition, we not only consider quantity, but also quality. Quality is sometimes more important than everything else."

When he uttered these words in a cold and detached manner, Wang Mingyuan didn't even know why he was so completely unmoved.

He had even forgotten how he got into this line of work. At first, he was just helping others solve their problems, many of which involved overseas organ transplants.

But now?
He has gone much further down this path. When the war broke out, others saw war and destruction, but he saw opportunity!
Because Beirut is close to Europe, the war will not only create many donors here, but the distance will also allow them to attract more customers.

There are tens of thousands of potential customers waiting in Europe; all he needs to do is provide the appropriate services to a select few of them.

"After all, our clients are high-quality customers."

"I see,"

Tristan nodded and said:

"I will contact the supplier to ensure the quality of the goods supplied."

"I see."

Nodding, Wang Mingyuan stood up, then, as he walked, he put on his suit jacket and said to Tristan:
"Terry, the most important thing in this business is quality, and of course, confidentiality—ours and our clients'—and of course, a corresponding profit."

However, secrecy is of utmost importance; we cannot allow outsiders to associate all of this with us.

Even if someone notices, what they'll see is just... well, just a very ordinary action. Understand? This is important.

Following his boss, Tristan accepted the instructions and mentally memorized all the key points. He understood why; this business was absolutely secretive and could not be exposed. It remained hidden in the shadows because it involved many aspects of the business.

Therefore, it must be kept secret. A secret is always a secret; things that cannot be exposed to the light should naturally not be allowed to be exposed.

"I understand, boss."

As Tristan nodded, he added:
"So, where is the boss going now?" "To Siam."

Wang Mingyuan stated directly:

“There’s likely to be a lot of changes going on there in the next few months, and I’m thinking of going there to see if there are any opportunities,”

After saying that, he sighed softly and muttered to himself:
"After all, we always need to find new sources of supply,"

Tristan whispered a reminder: "Isn't it... a bit too close?"

"More importantly, it's even poorer there. You know... poverty can make people willing to give up everything."

As they were talking, Wang Mingyuan had already boarded the elevator. A few minutes later, he left the front door of the science center and took a car to the airport.

By this time, Beirut outside the car window was already shrouded in twilight. As the car drove on, he looked out at the chaotic traffic and the throngs of pedestrians.

Among the pedestrians were not only ordinary Lebanese people, but also many soldiers, who were often accompanied by a slender local woman.

Looking at the smiling soldiers, Wang Mingyuan felt a complex mix of emotions.

"You go to save the world, but what about us? What are we saving?"

Wang Mingyuan didn't know how to describe his feelings.

To some extent, he felt he was doing the saving.

On the one hand, they try to save the rich, and on the other hand, they try to save the poor.

The former gained health, while the latter gained money.

And here?
It's just a matter of recycling waste.

He gazed out the window, watching the people outside, and several tens of minutes later, the car pulled into the airport, where he boarded a Gulfstream business jet.

Before the plane took off, his assistant handed him a copy of the day's "Chang'an Times".

This is Beirut today, where you can even see newspapers published simultaneously, just like in the mainland.

And in some ways, this is also the biggest change in the city.

Regardless of which country's sphere of influence this area belonged to in the past.

But now, with the arrival of the coalition forces, sEA is influencing this place in an unprecedented way.

Of course, these things will change.

As the sound of the plane's engines approached, Wang Mingyuan had already unfolded the newspaper and was sitting in his seat, reading the news as usual.

Suddenly, a seemingly insignificant news item in the corner of the newspaper caught his attention.

"what?"

Although the news article seemed unremarkable, Wang Wenyuan's lips curled into a smile the moment he saw it.

Then he muttered to himself:
"It seems to be pretty much what I predicted."

The news articles in the newspaper were short, with fewer than 200 words.

The content appears quite simple, and the title directly states the news: "The Cambodian government-in-exile will soon return to Phnom Penh."

Although it appeared to be merely a news item tucked away in a corner of the second page of a newspaper, and just a few officials of the exiled government talking to themselves, it was there that they demanded the withdrawal of the Thang Long army from Phnom Penh, that they would return to Phnom Penh, and that they would restore order so that the people of Cambodia could once again enjoy a life of peace and stability.

But in fact, anyone with a little bit of sensitivity knows that without official tacit approval, news like this would never appear in the Chang'an Times.

This newspaper, in a sense, is the official newspaper. The news he published was essentially sending a signal—the SEA would support the return of the Khmer government-in-exile to Khmer.

Despite prior speculation that ASEAN would further increase its support for the Cambodian government forces in order to help them retake Phnom Penh.

However, there is widespread skepticism about whether the Khmer government forces can defeat the Thang Long army.

After all, the Thang Long army was a formidable fighting force. They not only defeated the US military, but also occupied Phnom Penh in just over ten days, seizing most of the country.

In contrast, the Zhenla government army was nothing more than a remnant of a defeated force that had been "living on" in the border region for many years with the support of Dongyue.

Although they launched a counter-offensive against Phnom Penh long before the Thang Long army crossed the border, they have only captured parts of western Cambodia in the past few months.

In contrast, the Thang Long army has now occupied Phnom Penh and most of Cambodia.

So no matter how you look at it, the Thang Long army's combat power is superior to that of the government army. Under such circumstances, how could they possibly be able to conquer Phnom Penh?
Wang Mingyuan put down the newspaper, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and pondered the problem, as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he was thinking about more than just business, after all, business only played a negligible role in the war.

At that moment, he was pondering another question: in that news report, the government-in-exile was making an appeal to Thang Long, and one character was being completely ignored.

"Then, where is Akama?...Where did they go?"

(End of this chapter)