Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 282 Besieged on All Sides?

In a restaurant in an old alley, an old man sat alone, with a roasted chicken frame and a large mixed salad.

If you pair it with a bottle of cheap beer, it becomes the perfect setup for a penniless old man from Northeast China.

As he was enjoying his meal alone, someone sat down in the empty seat in front of him. The old man was taken aback, but didn't say anything; anyone could sit in this restaurant.

The person on the other end then said, "Master Xu, shall we chat?"

Xu Xuejun asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The man had a fierce face, but he was fat with a short neck, and his eyes gave off a feeling that he was "bad and not very smart".

"You don't need to know who I am, but I know who you are and I can still find you. Do you know what that means?"

"and then?"

"You manufactured the craft beer equipment for Yue Da Catering, didn't you?"

Xu Xuejun tossed the chicken neck bone into the plate with a crunching sound. A few sesame seeds left on the chicken carcass bounced up and landed on the fat man's pants. He said casually:
"continue."

Perhaps because the old man was too calm, the fat man stumbled over his prepared words and inexplicably became a little angry.

What do people like them rely on to make a living? It's not actually their ruthlessness.
It is the fear of ordinary people.

"Okay, I'll be frank. You should know exactly how craft brewing equipment is made. I want the blueprints."

Xu Xuejun sighed: "I'm just curious, so what if I give you the design drawings? They're all patented. Besides, can you even build it with just the drawings?"

"That's not something you need to worry about. Just tell me if it's possible to get it done. It's all public property, you won't lose out, on the contrary, you'll get a good deal."

Xu Xuejun asked curiously, "How much benefit?"

The fat man made a gesture, showing three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand?"

"Three thousand."

Xu Xuejun:
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On the other side, at the craft beer base behind Harbin Institute of Technology, Peng Hao was sitting at the gate, engrossed in a book.

He always makes sure to do what his boss asks him to do. He takes a break today and flips through the book, reading very quickly.
I just didn't take it to heart.

At that moment, several people in uniforms, with their hats askew, walked over.

Peng Hao thought to himself: It's already 8 pm, he's probably just passing by on his way home from get off work?

As a result, the leader stepped forward and said:
"You mean Yueda Catering? We're from the Urban Management Bureau. We received a report that you're causing a disturbance, illegally setting up a factory, and encroaching on the road."

Upon hearing this, Peng Hao subconsciously looked towards the street corner, knowing that Brother Da was inside today.

Before I could even organize my thoughts, the urban management officers had already walked inside.

Without a second thought, Peng Hao stepped to the side and blocked the door.

"What are you doing? Getting in our way?"

Peng Hao squinted: "It's eight o'clock. If you're not off work, we're still off work. Who does inspections so late at night?"

"Did I notify you in advance about the inspection?"

Peng Hao sneered, "Such arrogance! Do the city management officers have any permits for their inspection? This is a food processing plant; they won't let you in unless it's thoroughly cleaned."

"you!!"

One person pretended to raise his hand, trying to scare him, but Peng Hao didn't even blink.

People with health insurance have nothing to fear.

Several more employees came out after hearing the commotion. Seeing these guys standing there listlessly, they knew they were up to no good.

Just as a conflict was about to break out, a two-seater Mercedes pulled up to the side of the road, and a man got out.

"Hey~ hey~ we're all on the same side! Captain Wang, we're all on the same side!"

The city management officers were taken aback and actually toned down their arrogant attitude.

The man approached with a smile, offering each of them a cigarette: "Captain Wang, there seems to be some misunderstanding here. I know the owner of Yueda well; he has all the necessary licenses and permits."

The employees at Yueda didn't recognize this person either, so they simply stood by and watched, waiting to see what kind of show these people were up to.

The man put his arm around the head of the urban management officers for a moment, and the officers left without saying a word. Then he turned around and said, "Brother Yue sent me. It's okay. I know these urban management officers very well. If anyone comes again, as long as they are from the Nangang urban management department, just call me."

As he spoke, he handed over a business card that read "Du Cheng".

One employee said in a deep voice, "What if it's the urban management officers from another area?"

Du Cheng chuckled: "Then I'll call the Nangang urban management officers."

Knowing there was nothing to say to these employees, he waved and was about to leave. It was only when he opened the car door that everyone saw a flamboyant young woman sitting in the passenger seat, with a large fur collar and a flamingo-like appearance.

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A few kilometers away, in the most luxurious nightclub in Nangang District, the air was thick with smoke and filled with deafening noise.

The foreign DJ was haphazardly shuffling things around, while the young people below were jumping and bouncing. Every few booths there was a small pole dance platform where girls dressed in high-cut dresses, half Chinese and half foreign, were energetically gyrating.

On the second floor, in what is generally known as the "Emperor's Seat," Wu Yue leaned against the railing while answering a phone call.

"It's all sorted out, huh? Okay, let's have a drink together sometime."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yue's eyes were filled with thought. It had been quiet for a few days, and now it's started again?

In the past few days, Gao Cheng had asked him out several times, probably unaware that he had already been exposed.

Now they're getting impatient again, trying to play the hero and save the hero? It's the same old trick of being all talk and no action.
As for Du Cheng, he's a nobody. Zhai Da insisted on buying his beat-up car, and then this guy who hangs out in various nightclubs and scams girls ended up throwing himself at him.

Because in Nangang District, wherever there's a place where you can drink, Yue Ge has influence. His uncle is the captain of the Nangang Urban Management Bureau, so he does have some influence.

Gao Cheng met with him again these past two days, reiterating his desire to join the group.

800 million, accounting for 67% of the shares.

Wu Yue naturally refused, which led to a series of minor troubles.

It's a very old-fashioned tactic; the gist of it is that if you don't cooperate with me, we can't do business together.
But since ancient times, routines have won people's hearts, and this tactic can probably convince 90% of companies.

However, it's still a minor issue at the moment. Wu Yue has already spoken to the urban management, food supervision, and fire protection systems—anywhere there's a potential problem.

It wasn't a special connection I sought out; the company had been around for at least six months, and I already knew people there.

Even when information is scarce, these people are still willing to help. However, if they knew that the person causing trouble for "Yue Da" was a member of the deputy district head's family, then things would be different.

The fact that "Yueda Catering" was being targeted inevitably spread as they tried to retaliate, and if this continues, it may lead to new troubles.
Well, it's all a small matter.

Once he changed his goals, these were all minor issues.

Let's get to work for now.

Wu Yue tossed the phone to Wang Xiaolong and sat back down on the sofa. After a while, a manager-looking man arrived with a team.

Behind him were five or six girls, each tall and with long legs and a curvaceous figure. It was impossible to tell what their natural features were, but under the lights of the nightclub, they all looked like models. There was also a Russian girl.

"Call me Brother Yue!"

Five or six girls shouted in unison, "Brother Yue!"

The manager said, "These are all the best girls we have here."

He whispered in her ear, "Tell me which one you choose, and you can take them with you."

Wu Yue grinned, revealing his big teeth, and directly took the small hand of a tall girl and touched it: "Not bad, not bad. They're all beauties."

Touching one wasn't enough; he went over to touch them one by one, bringing his face close to examine them carefully. He was so meticulous in his selection that it scared the girls a little.

The manager thought to himself that he had always thought this guy was boring, but he didn't expect him to be such a seasoned womanizer!
As for the girls' frightened expressions, the manager simply ignored them. He knew his own people well; these girls had mileage that was almost as high as his own used car. Their fear was just a business gimmick.

Finally, he took the hand of a short-haired girl and said, "She'll keep me company tonight, and the others can stay and add to the fun."

The manager chuckled and said, "Brother Yue has a good eye; this is a Japanese man!"

Wu Yue raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Are you trying to trick me?"

"It's genuine! I've seen the passport!"

Wu Yue smiled slightly: "Is that so? That would be wonderful."

"Let's consider this resistance against Japan."

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It seems that some people can no longer suppress their desires, and the petty tricks that had been dormant for a few days have resurfaced one after another.

Although Wu Yue was responding to each move, the fluctuations still reached Zhai Da's ears.

They are still able to remain calm.

Zhai Da had a vague thought that he should find a powerful figure to settle the matter, such as Principal Wang, but then he felt that would be even more foolish.

It's best not to mix things from different "systems". Otherwise, you'll only make yourself look like a "complex of troubles" and leave no good impression.

Moreover, this is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Principal Wang can't just send someone in with a single sentence; it only temporarily suppresses the superficial problems.

On Wednesday evening, Zhai Da followed up on "The Story of Dongyang" and, after learning that the first print run was set at 3 copies, wrote his own recommendation for the book.

"A masterpiece forged from real cases, written in blood, a tragic song of humanity like the cry of a deer."

The two authors will have more collaborations, such as Zhai Da's "top accounts" on social media platforms will also be used for pre-launch promotions. Although Lu Siwen is the manager of both accounts, it feels like one person is playing two roles, but book fans won't notice.

After sending the recommendation to Phoenix Media, Zhai Da leaned back, pondering the recent changes.

This time should have been a period of large-scale expansion of branch bases, recruitment, and establishment of craft brewery facilities, but it has obviously been halted.

This made him a little bored.

Back in the period immediately following the Spring Festival, Zhai Da had already set two plans for the new semester.

One is the company's business.

The other is to start figuring out the [Mechanical Core] and to mobilize and cultivate the members of "π".

To be precise, he first secured the future technology of Paramelari and then promoted the participation of these "geniuses" in a reasonable way.

But now there's a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the darkness, and I'm hesitant to take action until things are completely settled.

Is Wu Yue any good? Don't mess things up.

After a moment, Zhai Da decided to find his own rhythm and stop thinking about these things for the time being. He told Xiao Mutou and drove alone to the private workshop.

Perhaps subconsciously, he still felt that Wu Yue was out having fun and that he had to take care of the family, so he has been spending significantly more time in the workshop lately.

He could roughly guess Wu Yue's thoughts. After all, he was a well-known writer and public figure, and he didn't want to get involved in these kinds of messy things.

But actually, he was quite interested. With his top-tier gear, wasn't he perfect for unleashing his ultimate skill at point-blank range?

I'm also a little curious about how City Hunter "works," and whether the boil on his butt has healed yet.

On the night road, just as I was thinking of calling Wu Yue, I reached for my phone.

"Om!!"

From the side, a vehicle with its high beams on suddenly sped out.
(End of this chapter)