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Xian Yaowen led Li to sit down, and then signaled to Tang Yiying, "Mr. Li, I don't think I need to introduce this person."

"I have business dealings with Miss Tang and we are very familiar with each other."

"Yiying and I are in love and have been together for a long time. I want her to stop her previous job and live in Taipei for a while. I hope Mr. Li will help her."

As soon as Xian Yaowen finished speaking, Li picked up the teacup on the table and greeted Tang Yiying, "Miss Tang, I wish you a safe journey."

Tang Yiying raised her cup and said, "Mr. Li, thank you very much."

Xian Yaowen sat and watched the two perform. After Li ×× put down the teacup, he gestured to Lan Qiongying, "This is Miss Lan Qiongying, who has just joined the Ritz Garden. She is still an intern and has not officially started working.

I was careless and didn't arrange for someone to accompany Mr. Li in advance. I happened to meet her on the way from the office, so I asked her to accompany me. Miss Lan is still young, so Mr. Li will take care of her for a while."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Yiying, Lan Qiongying and Li ×× were all surprised.

Tang Yiying, who was not in the know, quickly realized that Xian Yaowen was pushing Lan Qiongying into Li XX's arms.

Using sex to win someone's heart is not a new thing, and she was not surprised by Xian Yaowen's behavior. It was just that the little girl was so pretty and she was still a virgin, so she was surprised that Xian Yaowen didn't keep her for himself.

"Could it be that Xian Yaowen's taste is really weird and he only likes people older than me?"

Lan Qiongying felt strange. Xian Yaowen was trying to cover up her identity. What did he want to do?
Is it...

She glanced at Li ×× out of the corner of her eye. She was also a good-looking half-Tang Dynasty girl, a little older than Xian Yaowen.

Who is Li ××? His wife is the most beautiful woman in Macau, and he pursued her when he was still a poor boy. He was not attracted by his wife's beauty, but only coveted her family background. If it were not for the relationship with his father-in-law, how could he have gained a foothold in Macau and how could he have accumulated his current fortune.

The most beautiful woman in Macau, with countless suitors, he was able to break through the siege and win the beauty, relying on his tenacity, perseverance, shamelessness and wisdom.

The most important thing is wisdom. He is a wise man, how could he not understand Xian Yaowen's subtext - Lan Qiongying has nothing to do with me, you can develop a relationship with her if you like her.

But, what does Xian Yaowen mean?
Compensation for me?
His peripheral vision swept from Tang Yiying's face to Lan Qiongying's face, and froze, unable to move away.

This Miss Lan grew into his heart.

"Mr. Xian, please rest assured. I am a very kind and gentle person." Li ××'s gaze stayed on Lan Qiongying's face for a long time before he said to Xian Yaowen.

"I can see that." Xian Yaowen laughed, clapped his hands, and notified the waiters outside to start serving the dishes.

After a while, several waiters came in one after another, and put cold dishes on the table, such as Four-happiness Roasted Gluten, Amaranthus Dried Tofu, Drunken Chicken, Cold Jellyfish Head, Smoked Fish, Poached Chicken, Zaomenqiang, Cold Shredded Lettuce, and Preserved Egg and Tofu.

There are many varieties, but there is no need to worry about waste, as the quantity is calculated according to the number of people, just enough for two chopsticks per person.

After they started eating, Xian Yaowen said to Li: "My wife Li Zhen went to the mainland a few days ago, from Guangzhou to Shanghai. She spent a few days in Shanghai and learned that Shanghai's import and export companies have quotas for import business. You have to do export business to get a certain import business quota."

Li pricked up his ears to listen to what was going on.

"Everyone knows that the import business in the mainland is easy to do, but the export business is not so easy to do. It is difficult to raise goods or exchange currency.

However, Li Zhen discovered a business opportunity and set up a trading company specializing in export business in Shanghai. Not only could she make a profit from the price difference of goods, but she could also sell import quotas to other import and export companies. Her business was doing well and she also got to know many Shanghai bosses.

After they got to know each other, some Shanghai bosses began to ask Lizhen to buy gold for them, and they offered very high prices.

Xian Yaowen stared into Li's eyes and said slowly, "As far as I know, it is much higher than the black market price in Macau, ranging from 60% to 70% to 110% to 120%.

Lizhen was quite interested and asked me if I could do this business. I made some inquiries and found out why Shanghai businessmen were eager to exchange their assets for gold. I also learned that the mainland had promulgated the "Gold and Silver Management Regulations" prohibiting private buying, selling and holding of gold.

I am a serious businessman. I don't do illegal business, and I don't allow my family members to do it. Because of this, Lizhen and I were upset for several days. "

Xian Yaowen shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Women are really troublesome sometimes."

Xian Yaowen's light words were like thunder exploding in Li's heart. He was engaged in the business of smuggling gold to the mainland, trading in Macau or sending it from Macau to Guangzhou by water, with a premium ranging from 10% to 25%.

But what he heard now was that the premium started at 60% and went up to 120%, and the customers were ready.

He chuckled, "Women can be quite troublesome sometimes. I often socialize outside, so it's inevitable that I'll smell makeup. If my wife smells it, she'll give me a cold look."

"Ha." Xian Yaowen put his hand on Tang Yiying's small shoulder, "I'm better than Li Sheng. Not to mention having affairs outside, even if it's a lover or a concubine, I can find one if I want, and no one can stop me."

Li XX raised his glass with a hint of envy and flattery and said, "Mr. Xian is really the envy of others. I toast to you."

Xian Yaowen picked up the wine glass and said, "Mr. Li, let's not say cheers or drink to victory. Just be casual and drink happily."

"I couldn't ask for more, Xian Sheng, I'll offer you a glass of wine."

"Okay, we'll do whatever we want."

After taking a sip of wine and putting down the glass, Xian Yaowen continued, "Speaking of women, I met a Portuguese woman in Paris not long ago. She is very talkative. We talked about everything from literature to painting, from food to war.

We also talked about science fiction that not many women would like, such as Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein", Jules Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", and Huangjiang Diaosou's "A Novel of the Moon Colony".

She told me about a Portuguese official, Joaquim Marques Espartero, who had been the commander of the gunboat Patria in Macau and had a Chinese name called Shi Botai.

This Shi Botai is very interesting. Two years ago, he published a paper titled "Are Other Planets Inhabited?" I found it and read it. Some of the ideas he mentioned really enlightened me. I really wanted to communicate with him in person, but unfortunately I was always busy with my life and couldn't spare the time to go to Lisbon. "

Xian Yaowen pretended to sigh, "However, I heard rumors that Shi Botai might be transferred to Macau. If that's true, it would be convenient to visit him."

The speaker seemed unintentional, but the listener took it seriously. Li ×× had long heard that Governor Covina would step down within the year. After listening to Xian Yaowen's rambling words, it seemed that Covina's resignation was a foregone conclusion, and the next governor would be Shi Botai.

How did Xian Yaowen know?
Why tell yourself that?

It is hard to guess how he knew this, but it is not hard to guess why he told himself. He was hinting to himself, "I not only have a good relationship with the British, but I also have a good relationship with the Portuguese."

Is Xian Yaowen going to enter Macau?

What industry are you interested in?
Li ×× reviewed all the profitable businesses in Macau, and it seemed that only gambling was worthy of Xian Yaowen's attention.

Is it...

"Mr. Xian is interested in science fiction?"

Xian Yaowen nodded, "I'm not just interested. I'm planning to invest in a science fiction movie, not for the money, but for my own happiness. I calculated that the possibility of profit is not very high, and I may lose hundreds of thousands."

"Mr. Xian is really generous. He spends a fortune for his hobbies. I'll toast you another glass of wine."

"Hehe, please."

After two sips, Xian Yaowen stopped trying to be witty and just chatted with Li ×× about women. When half of the hot dishes were served, he brought Tang Yiying and Lan Qiongying into the topic, and then gradually a pattern of one man and one woman chatting together was formed.

Even in the second half in the nightclub box, this pattern remained unchanged, except that two women were replaced.

Eight o'clock.

Xian Yaowen hugged someone and left first under the pretext of doing some business, and appeared in Building No. 3 in a flash.

Su Lizhen went to Bao'an at noon and had to attend the dinner hosted by the county government, so she would not be home until later.

On behalf of the Hong Kong Doll Branch, she went to negotiate the OEM business. Although there was no matching factory in Bao'an, it was not difficult to build one, and it was very convenient for transportation both by land and sea. If the embargo was particularly severe in the future, a processing workshop could be built on the land of Wenchangwei. The factory would be a Hong Kong one, but most of the workers would be from Bao'an.

In this way, we can kill two birds with one stone. Not only can we reduce costs and make friends with the mainland, but we can also take care of Wenchangwei.

There is no need for Su Lizhen to speak up. The people in Bao'an naturally know her background. It is only right for them to allocate a few targeted recruitment quotas for Wenchang, right?

If the toy OEM goes smoothly, there will be silk and handicraft trade to be negotiated later, both of which are areas that are easy to create jobs for female workers. Xian Yaowen has paved a golden road to the human world for the girls of the same generation in Wenchangwei.

In the distant future, it seems that the identity of Baoan natives is very valuable, but it has nothing to do with the women born in the 1930s. Getting rid of the identity of mud-legged people and becoming working women is their best way out. In a few years, they will voluntarily sign up to go to the third front and spend the turbulent times safely.

As for whether the sisters have this good fortune, it depends on how much room the Xian Clan Ancestral Hall, led by Xian Guangbing, is willing to give to women.

He had given the benefits, and had already done his best for "Xian Yaowen". He didn't bother to say who would receive the benefits.

After taking off his coat in the living room, Xian Yaowen entered Su Lizhen's study and stood in front of the same bookshelf as his study, browsing the titles of the books on it.

The Xian family’s “husband and wife look” is embodied on the bookshelf, and reading has become a common point between him and the women.

He pulled out an English plastic reference book and randomly turned to a page. He could see pencil notes on the margins and between the lines. They were written in English, and it was actually a beautiful Spencerian script. Xian Yaowen smiled with relief. This woman must have worked hard in secret.

Sitting in a big chair, he flipped through the pages one by one, with letter papers placed aside. He compared the questions one by one and wrote the answers to the questions on the letter papers. He answered the questions he knew directly and looked for the answers on the bookshelf for the ones he didn't know. If he found the answers, he would leave them blank. If he couldn't, he would leave them blank.

There were many things he couldn't find, and it was obvious that his knowledge of plastics was not much better than Su Lizhen's.

Well, this is just a forced statement. In fact, Su Lizhen should have surpassed him, but fortunately a lot of the knowledge he possessed was in Su Lizhen's blind spot.

At some point, his vision darkened, a strand of hair hung beside his eyebrow, and a string of silver bells surrounded his ears in stereo.

"came back?"

"Well, Master, you are wasting your time. I have already got the answers to these questions."

"It's not a superfluous move. My knowledge has increased." Xian Yaowen put down his pen and put his arm around Su Lizhen's waist. "Did you have a smooth journey?"

Su Lizhen sat on Xian Yaowen's lap and said, "It went smoothly. The border guards over there took me to the bridge. When I got here, there happened to be a pig cage truck going back to the city, which took me all the way back."

"Ah."

Xian Yaowen's hand wandered on Su Lizhen's waist, and gradually, heavy breathing sounds were heard.

Mumbai.

Yang Jingru stood at the door of a building in the Dharavi slum, being stared at by two Pathans with sharp eyes.

Pathans, also translated as Pashtuns, mainly live in eastern and southern Afghanistan and western Pakistan, most of whom are located in Kabul in northeastern Afghanistan and Herat in northwestern Afghanistan.

The British had already mastered the technique of using difference to control difference in the early years. In Shanghai you can see red-headed Indians, in Hong Kong there are Moroccans, and in India you can see Pathans.

In the early years, the British recruited a number of Pathans in Afghanistan to serve as police officers on the border and in Mumbai. Some of them settled in Mumbai after retiring. The Port of Mumbai, as the largest port in British India, became a trade hub for Persia, India and Southeast Asia. The Pathans traditionally engaged in transnational camel caravan trade, transporting dried fruits and carpets from Central Asia through the Khyber Pass to Mumbai for distribution.

Therefore, over the past hundreds of years, the Pathans have formed the custom of going to Mumbai. After India's independence, there are still many Pathans stranded in Mumbai. Among them, a group of more famous Pathans are the workers of the former Mumbai Shipyard.

More than a decade ago, a Pathan worker named Karim Lala organized a Pathan stevedores riot, and those who participated in the riot formed a criminal organization - the Pathan Gang.

In the early days of its establishment, the Pathan Gang monopolized the right to unload opium from Persia through the Port of Mumbai, and gradually developed the smuggling trade, establishing a smuggling route of "Dubai → Gujarat Coast → Mumbai Dharavi Slums", and continuously smuggled gold, watches, and silk.

In the early days of India's independence, taking advantage of a legal vacuum, the Pathan gang took over three colonial-era casinos left by the British and 3 registered brothels in Kamathipura, expanding its influence into gambling and prostitution and planting a flag in Kamathipura, Asia's largest red-light district.

Yang Jingru stood still as a mountain, silently enduring the scorching heat and complex odors, including the stench of sweat, corpses, feces and urine, as well as various fragrances that were even worse than the stench.

It has been some time since she came to India. She has gotten over the diarrhea problem and her stomach has adapted to Indian food. She can proudly say that it is "healthy and hygienic", but the smell in the air is a bit torturous. She has not yet adapted to it and can only overcome it.

Her identity has changed, and she has become an Assamese in India. Her name is Padma, which means lotus. She has woven a perfect genealogy for herself. Her father's ancestry is Aryan, and her mother's ancestry is Ahom (Dai). This is true and verifiable in Assam, so she can easily get away with it if she is not targeted for further investigation.

This cover identity was chosen based on her appearance and was not chosen randomly. Once she passes the language barrier, she will be able to move around Mumbai as a high-caste person.

She waited for nearly five minutes, and the person who had just gone in to report finally came back.

"Mr. Lala, please come in."

"Thank you."

Yang Jingru looked calm as he followed the person who made the announcement into the building.

After turning several turns and going up the stairs, I came to an empty room with a carpet on the floor. A man was sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

Yang Jingru took off his shoes and walked onto the carpet, saying to the man, "Asr bekheir!"

“Asr-e-tan bekheir!” the man, Karim Lala, said, before switching to English: “You’re coming from Dubai?”

“No, I came from Hong Kong.”

"Please sit down." Karim pointed to the Toshak (a cushion) on the carpet opposite him.

Yang Jingru walked over and sat down, facing Karim.

"What do you call Miss?"

"lotus."

"what do you need?"

"wood."

Karim was silent for a moment, "How to pay?"

"Pounds, dollars, gold, arms, Mr. Lala, take your pick."

The Kashmir region in 1951 was already a powder keg. India, Pakistan and Kashmir all had their own plans. There was no consensus within Kashmir and it was divided into many factions with their own ideas. Some were actively preparing for war. When arms were delivered to the Kashmir border, someone would come forward to buy them at a high price. Depending on the different equipment, the profit could reach five to ten times.

"Can you provide munitions?"

"can."

"What munitions?"

"British, French, and American standard equipment, including pistols, rifles, machine guns, rifle grenades, and mortars of various calibers, can be provided at any time. However, we cannot guarantee the availability of heavy equipment, and it is very expensive."

Karim extended his right hand to Yang Jingru, and Yang Jingru extended her right hand to shake his. Karim gently stroked his heart with his left hand, and Yang Jingru did the same.

The deal was done, Yang Jingru drank a cup of tea and left.

Walk out of the sewage-filled alleys of Dharavi, get into a Morris Oxford rental car parked on the side of the road, say "Back", and the driver starts the car and drives into the streets surrounded by magnificent buildings.

At seven o'clock in the evening in Mumbai in May, the sun was about to set and the sky was slightly bright. Neatly dressed passers-by could be seen on the roadside, men in white shirts and trousers, women in gorgeous saris, walking leisurely.

This is the south of the city, the traditional wealthy area, and all the people living here are respectable people.

The car drove south all the way and stopped at the entrance of the Taj Mahal Hotel after about twenty minutes. Yang Jingru got out of the car and watched the car go away. She made a circle and came to a villa not far to the right of the hotel.

She checked the welds at the gate and found no problems. She went around to the back of the villa and entered the yard through the back door.

He entered the house, turned on the ceiling fan, took off his weapons and placed them in a specific place, took off his coat and threw it on the ground, took a quick look to remember the position and shape, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a glass pot, put the spout to his mouth, and gulped down a few gulps.

"Ha, the damn weather in Mumbai is too hot. Snow water from the Himalayas tastes better. Damn tap water. It still smells weird after boiling."

He put the glass pot back into the refrigerator, took out the melon, cut a piece, and walked towards the rooftop while eating.

Go to the rooftop, take out the transmitter and put on headphones.

Here she only receives but does not transmit. She only tunes to receive electromagnetic waves and does not generate radiation. In theory, there is no externally detectable trace.

With a click, Yang Jingru lit a Gold Flake cigarette with a lighter and took a deep puff, enjoying the tranquility under the night sky.

Life in India was much better than she had imagined before she came here. She lived alone in a villa in a wealthy area among wealthy areas. Her neighbors were all Baghdad Jews, and the air smelled sweeter than in other places.

She still wasn't used to the smell of curry and needed to give herself some more time.

The foxy little foreign guy is quite resourceful. He has connections in both the black and white worlds in Mumbai. The house is provided by the Sassoon family, and he can use his underworld connections to contact the Pathan gang here. It seems that he will not be too bored in Mumbai.

"The one in my heart has a smiling face. She once gave me spring in late autumn... Where can I find someone to contact this Nargis?"

Su Lizhen took down the intercom hanging on the wall and threw it to Xian Yaowen, running her fingers through her hair and pursing her lips.

Xian Yaowen picked up the intercom and put it to his ear. "What's the matter?"

"Griffith called and asked you to meet him at the Stanley Street food stall."

"Now?"

"Ah."

"understood."

Xian Yaowen hung the intercom back in place, held Su Lizhen's armpits with both hands, turned over, and pressed her down.

"I want to go out."

"Ah."

Twenty minutes later, Xian Yaowen rode a three-wheeled motorcycle and took Xie Tingyun to Stanley Street.

Facing the wind, he chanted the Thai rap song "What's in My Country", "This is a country where black panthers died on the beach. This is a country that preaches morality but has a higher crime rate than the Eiffel. This is a country where the law cannot go against Buddhism or the Bible. This is a country where good people will never be regarded as idols."

The rap without accompaniment sounded like epilepsy to Xie Tingyun's ears.

Xian Yaowen was intoxicated by it. In 2008, he fought for the Thai people.

"This country, where you are asked to stay quiet or stay in jail. This country, where corruption is always safe for the rich. This is my country, this is my country."

Before the song was even finished, the truck bed had already swung onto Stanley Street.

After parking the car and taking a quick look at the food stalls, it is easy to identify two British guys sitting opposite each other among the foodies.

He walked over and put his hand on Griffith's shoulder, "Hi."

Griffith turned his head and smiled: "You scared me."

"I hope it's true." Xian Yaowen smiled and walked to the seat at the side, pulled out a stool and sat down, then greeted the person opposite Griffith, "Hi, I'm Adam."

"Jack Jones."

After a round of greetings, Xian Yaowen said to Griffith, "What's the matter with calling me out so late?"

"It's not you I want to talk to." Griffith shrugged and pointed at Jack Jones. "Talk to Jack."

Xian Yaowen looked at Jack Jones, "Mr. Jones, how can I help you?"

"Formally introduce you, the captain of the MI5 special missions team."

Hearing this, Xian Yaowen secretly said "Fuck". (End of this chapter)