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Zheng Lanjian put away his walkie-talkie and walked to Liu Wanqing's side. "Madam, news from the office: Sheng Huaiyu just called."

Liu Wanqing frowned. "Did you say anything?"

He wants to see you.

"Hmph." Liu Wanqing snorted contemptuously. "Why did you have to see me now, not to compensate me for anything, but to get something from me? To find out what major event has happened in the flashlight industry."

"Yes."

Zheng Lanjian walked to a dead corner of the swimming pool, his eyes warily scanning the area within ten meters of Liu Wanqing. He reached into his waist bag and pulled out a walkie-talkie.

After about five or six minutes, she walked back to Liu Wanqing's side and whispered, "A new flashlight factory called Shenhuo has recently emerged in Hong Kong. It's very aggressive and has snatched up a lot of orders from Southeast Asia, which has greatly affected other flashlight factories."

What about the Lingnan Flashlight Factory?

"We received several large orders a while ago, which allowed us to expand our production scale."

Do you know where this order came from?

"South Vietnam."

"I understand." Liu Wanqing smiled. "A huge order came out of nowhere, so we invested heavily in stockpiling raw materials and expanding production capacity. The order fell through, and the cash flow dried up. It's a pretty old trick. I didn't expect Sheng Huaiyu to fall for it... It's not surprising, Sheng Huaiyu is a spoiled brat."

She muttered to herself, but in her heart she was wondering if the Shenhuo flashlight factory was the master's property.

In Hong Kong, factories with annual profits exceeding HK$50,000 generally focus on exporting their products. Therefore, business owners are keen to attend events such as official receptions by the Chinese Manufacturers' Association, cocktail parties hosted by foreign companies and foreign businesses, banquets and receptions by hometown associations, opening ceremonies, anniversary celebrations, and thank-you receptions at trade fairs, as well as receptions hosted by the government, the Secretary for Administration of Chinese Affairs, and the Industrial Department.

It can be said that a large portion of factory orders are secured through these banquets, and bosses who go all in or even use leverage usually do not hide the legitimate businesses they are involved in in order to demonstrate their strength.

People who frequently attend cocktail parties are very familiar with the businesses of the people they follow, or rather, they can't hide the shareholders of a factory from those who are interested.

It's extremely rare in Hong Kong for a factory like Shenhuo to suddenly appear without the boss rushing to make connections. Existing precedents are probably related to the patriarch.

"Shouldn't Shenhuo's suppression of Lingnan be considered business competition?"

Liu Wanqing did not believe that her master would actively suppress Sheng Huaiyu; her master was not so petty.

I just don't know who manages the Divine Fire.

She tilted her head and said to Zheng Lanjian, "Call Aye and ask him to check on the current situation of Lingnan Flashlight Factory and Sheng Huaiyu's recent situation."

"Key points of the investigation?"

"Are there any other children in the family, including those born out of wedlock or illegitimate children?"

"Does Madam want Sheng Huaiyu's family fortune?"

Liu Wanqing looked up at Xian Qianzhi on the other side of the pool, her tone calm yet resolute, each word spoken with utmost seriousness: "I want to seek justice for Qianzhi."

Wendengli.

Having just participated in a tank ambush, the Southern Revolutionary Army arrived at the tent of his direct superior, sat down casually, took off his military cap and slammed it on the table. His eyes swept across the table, and with a whoosh, a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes appeared in his hand.

"Haha, Captain, which boss gifted you these Zhonghua cigarettes?"

The brigade commander, who was looking at a military map with his hands behind his back, turned around and glared at him. "Damn it, you little punk, you're full of shit and you still want to act like a reactionary. I'll rip your uniform off sooner or later."

Nan Geming laughed heartily, casually flicked out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He then pulled a Zippo lighter from his pocket with his left hand and lit the cigarette with a click. "Hahaha, Comrade Brigade Commander, I, Old Nan, am just a roughneck. Don't get angry with me."

Upon hearing this, the brigade commander frowned slightly, then relaxed, turned around, and sat down on the stool. He reached out and took back the Zhonghua cigarette case from Nan Gongren's hand, saying, "You, Nan Gongren, do you deserve to smoke such good cigarettes?"

Ignoring the laughter of the Southern Revolutionary Army, he lit a cigarette, took a few silent puffs, and said with a heavy expression, "You've really made something of yourself this time. The Central Committee has sent you a transfer order directly. You're being transferred to the Pearl River Military Sub-district of the South China Military Region. You're leaving today."

"What?" Nan Geming jumped to his feet, slamming his right hand heavily on the table. "Which battle did I fail to fight well? Why should I be transferred?"

The brigade commander glared at him and said calmly, "The Central Committee has its own reasons for your appointment. Whether you understand it or not, you must remember that you are a soldier."

As an officer who had to weigh who should be sacrificed first for many years, Nan Geming was hardly a hot-tempered, straightforward man. This rough and uncultured man married the daughter of a wealthy capitalist in Shanghai, and some people who didn't get along with him called him the third "bitter stone".

Facing his long-time brigade commander, with whom he shared both glory and ruin, there was no need for excessive pretense. He suppressed his anger and said softly, "Old brigade commander, why exactly did the Central Committee transfer me?"

"It's related to your wife; she's been sent on a highly classified mission."

Hong Kong.

Zhou Lan, the deputy leader of the Haiyan Group, pointed ahead and said, "Tokyo Street is just ahead. We suspect that the entire street is being monitored by the Xian family. I can only take you this far. You'll have to walk the rest of the way alone."

Standing beside her, Fang Mengyin glanced at Tokyo Street and said casually, "The person I'm visiting is named Wang Xiamin, and her stage name is Fang Jingyin?"

"Correct."

"Her stage name differs from my name by only one character in the middle."

Zhou Lan said earnestly, "Your name is Fang Zhiyu."

“When I was still in Shanghai, I attended several cocktail parties, and many people recognized my face.”

"Don't worry too much. There are many people in the world who look alike. I look a lot like Cen Peipei, the concubine of Xian Yaowen."

Fang Mengyin nodded gently, "I'm leaving."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped onto the waiting rickshaw. Once she was seated, the driver immediately pulled the rickshaw forward.

"Boss, boss, I'm the watchdog, I'm the watchdog, over."

"Received, boss."

"Boss, the double has appeared, but it didn't bite. Instead, a yellow croaker has arrived."

"Is it a seasonal item?"

"Not like."

“Copy.”

"Cockroach, cockroach, I'm the boss, I'm the boss, over."

"Cockroach received."

"The stand-in brought over a large hairy crab; it was very fat."

“Copy.”

In the living room of Building 1, Wang Xiamin put down the walkie-talkie, picked up a bowl of licorice and mung bean soup, and slowly brought a spoonful to her lips.

This morning, the chicken farm delivered a lion-head goose. They braised the goose head for a taste test, and she greedily ate a couple more bites. Afterwards, her throat felt dry and parched. The doctor at the clinic took her pulse and said it was due to internal heat, so he specially prescribed this licorice and mung bean soup to clear the dryness and detoxify.

After drinking a few sips of soup, I felt refreshed, and my slightly drowsy mind cleared up.

Zhou Lan, who looked remarkably like Cen Peipei, had long been noticed by Mosquito. Instead of marveling at the wonders of the world, Qi Weiwen sensed a conspiracy and had Zhou Lan targeted. After several days of surveillance, he labeled her an "old rival."

After the information was synchronized with Xian Yaowen, the mosquitoes strengthened their psychology courses and added sexology courses. At the same time, in order to pay tribute to the KGB, they launched the Lao Ai Project to specifically train slutty mosquitoes.

The hairy crab, seemingly belonging to a woman from Jiangnan, is quite plump and possesses an extraordinary air. Accompanying her is a refined young lady from Jiangnan, heading towards her home, indicating she's not a spy.

The fact that the master and Peipei are not at home can't be kept secret, and it's not hard to track Sister Lizhen's whereabouts. Instead of going to "Xian Family's Secret Treasure," she came to see me, which means she didn't want to talk business.

"A telegram was sent to Tokyo, and 300,000 troops surrounded the capital, demanding only an apology."

"Yes."

Tokyo, Toraya.

A waitress knelt down in front of Sin Yiu-man, "Chairman Takano?"

"Yes."

"You have a phone call."

"Thank you." After thanking the waitress, Xian Yaowen looked at Isabella and said, "Excuse me, I need to take this call."

Isabella nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Sin Yiu-man was led by the waitress to the telephone hanging there. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. "It's me."

"Chairman Takeda has changed his mind."

"Don't react yet." After saying that, Sin Yiu-man put the receiver back on the telephone.

The president's change of heart is the same as the CEO's change of heart. The key words directly refer to the currently non-existent female-oriented CEO stand-in literature. The implied meaning is that the stand-in makes a move involving the Xian family. Without saying what the move is, it means that the stand-in comes to the door.

The body double is a spy targeting him. Since he's not home, the body double has no reason to come to his door. It must be someone connected to the body double who has come. Without specifying gender or characteristics, it's likely a female CEO—a woman with the air of a wealthy heiress.

He didn't even know what it was about, but he was in a hurry to report it. He wasn't looking for Su Lizhen, but visiting Wang Xiamin... It wasn't to talk about making money, but to give him an award certificate.

He quickly went through in his mind the fact that he had gotten involved in manufacturing and that his industrial resources, which had been coveted by him when he talked to the mainland about OEM manufacturing, were now exposed. He then made a ranking, with flashlights coming first.

When disassembling a flashlight, the first thing that pops out is galvanized iron sheet, also known as tinplate. Extending this further, an even wider range of tinplate comes out.

Hong Kong's tinplate mainly came from Japan and the UK, with Japan accounting for 70% of imports. Since September, Japan has tightened its tinplate exports to Hong Kong, directly affecting the production of military supplies cans, gun cleaning oil drums, lubricating grease drums, gasoline dispensing drums, sealed metal boxes for medicine, and flashlights in mainland China, thus impacting logistics in the Korean War.

It's no secret that the mainland urgently needs tinplate; tinplate prices in Macau have risen three times recently. If Jin Ji doesn't produce tinplate and needs finished products, there's no need to contact him. Therefore, he must want the equipment and technology to produce tinplate.

His scalp began to tingle. The equipment for producing tinplate includes the cold-rolled substrate section, the hot-dip tin plating main line, supporting auxiliary machines, and testing instruments.

The four-roll reversible cold rolling mill, bell-type hydrogen-protected annealing furnace, atmosphere temperature control system, pickling unit, leveling machine, fixed-length shearing equipment, supporting high-power DC drive motor, hydraulic control system, and precision rolls in the cold rolling substrate section are all heavy metallurgical strategic equipment, and are definitely core equipment subject to embargo.

The complete chemical bath system for alkaline washing, acid washing, and flux activation of the hot-dip tin plating main line, the large-capacity constant-temperature tin melting furnace, the gas temperature control system, the steel plate conveying rollers, and the steel wire brush coating control device are all classified as Class I controlled materials.

The supporting auxiliary equipment and testing instruments, such as coating thickness testers, metal hardness testers, bending and stamping test equipment, tin slag refining furnaces, industrial boilers, and complete sets of waste gas and wastewater treatment equipment, are all strictly controlled high-precision materials.

Tinplate production technology may not seem difficult, but it's definitely not something you can master just by reading an instruction manual or looking at a few drawings. It's best to have a few experts involved as well.

Honestly, he has connections to get his hands on the equipment, process drawings, and technical personnel. But if he doesn't get the CIA's tacit approval and rashly transfers this batch of goods to Hong Kong, he'll likely be exposed.

It was just a guess, and he didn't need to waste too much time on it for now. He walked back to the table and sat down opposite Isabella.

Isabella held the white porcelain tea pitcher and slowly poured all the tea into the cooler. After emptying it, she put the pitcher down, then lifted the cooler and poured the tea evenly into two bowls. She looked up and said softly, "I don't like green tea, so I ordered Kumamoto and black tea."

What kind of black tea do you usually drink?

“At first we drank Darjeeling, then we drank Keemun. Good Keemun is hard to come by this year.” Isabella said, placing a soup bowl in front of Sin Yiu-man.

Xian Yaowen held the soup bowl but did not lift it up. "The best Qihong is the pre-rain Qihong that comes on the market in April. It is high-spirited and unrestrained, with three layers of fragrance: orchid, peach, and honey. When you open the lid, the aroma rushes straight into your nose."

If stored properly until October, the crisp floral and fruity aromas will significantly diminish, no longer emanating outwards, transforming into a calm and restrained caramel honey scent with a subtle woody sweetness; the sharp and refreshing orchid scent will weaken, not disappearing entirely, but becoming warm and mellow, without any pungent odor. It is a mature and stable Keemun incense, perfectly suited to your German palates.

Isabella picked up the soup bowl, smiled faintly, and said, "Can you take care of my afternoon tea from now on?"

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "No problem."

"My demand is a bit high."

"I can ensure that only the Duke of Württemberg controls the supply of Qimen black tea in southern Germany and even the entire West Germany."

Darjeeling is the most popular black tea in West Germany, but a small group of upper-class people only recognize Keemun black tea. Controlling the sole source of Keemun black tea in West Germany does not bring substantial profits, but it can become a precise stepping stone to making connections with the upper class.

Isabella smiled gently at Sin Yiu-man's understanding, "Adam, you're such a good person."

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "It's our first date, and I forgot to bring flowers. I have my own rose garden in Hong Kong, where I grow quite a few peace roses. Do you like roses?" (End of Chapter)