My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 616 Small Waves Beneath the Big Waves
Actually, as soon as the men walked out of the airport, looking travel-worn, Qin Yuye pounced on them like a swallow returning to its nest.

Qin Zhiming habitually opened his arms, but his sister nimbly dodged and fell into Wei Dong's arms, attracting a lot of flashes from the surrounding cameras.

Wei Dong actually wanted to dodge, but when he saw the spotlight flash by, he managed to catch himself. Damn, it was quite heavy!
Fortunately, Qin Yuye whispered in his ear: "I know you and Brother Fa are involved in a murder case in Fairbank, it's all over the news."

Indeed, when we were escorted back to the hotel by the airport police, it was already packed with people.

Qin Zhiming knew he had extensive overseas experience, so he didn't rush back to the city center. He headed towards the nearest village where he could make a phone call.

This way, we can quickly call the police and implicate more prominent figures.

However, he deliberately avoided involving the embassy level, thus giving Wei Dong ample room to maneuver.

As long as his personal safety is guaranteed, he still believes that Wei Dong has his own way of handling things afterward.

The only thing the two of them forgot was that the hotel was also crowded with reporters who had come specifically to see Chow Yun-fat.

The fact that so many police cars surrounded them on their return immediately sparked a flurry of inquiries from reporters.

In particular, most of them are local journalists, and they can easily obtain information from the police or relevant village and town authorities.

Anyway, someone died, and shots were fired...

Even before the internet age, news from Southeast Asia, separated by a sea, could still be easily transmitted via telephone and fax.

Chow Yun-fat's name simply generates too much buzz.

Wei Dong gritted his teeth and pretended to be stupid, leading Qin Yuye through a crowd of microphones and cameras, ignoring all the questions.

But Chow Yun-fat can't escape; countless microphones are practically shoved into his mouth, and he has many acquaintances among the reporters, and he can't afford to offend any of the news he receives.

Taking advantage of his height, he nodded to Rang Weidong, who had already boarded the car, and acted as the spokesperson: "Indeed, we encountered some trouble while traveling in Southeast Asia, but Lawson and Pete handled it very well. I just happened to be traveling with them and did not commit any illegal acts. Otherwise, we would not have been able to get away from what happened this afternoon so quickly."

The woman who hadn't yet confirmed their relationship was craning her neck, looking at him with a fangirl's expression full of longing. Yu Xiaoqiu pulled her into the car to see him, and it was all thanks to Chow Yun-fat that he attracted the attention of the camera.

Zhuoma was finally able to quietly reach out and pinch Mao'er's sleeve a few times, as if checking if he had any injuries.

The little kid held his head high and tried to act cool, but after his older brother whispered something to him, he and Zhuoma quietly got off the bus on the other side and left.

Reporters were asking questions all at once: "I heard there were casualties?" "I heard there were gunshots..."

Chow Yun-fat said impartially, "The process must have been incredibly thrilling, even more exciting than when I was filming. Having experienced it firsthand, I'm sure I'll feel even more connected when I'm filming..."

In short, it was just a bunch of Tai Chi nonsense, which made Wei Dong, who was holding his daughter in the car in the distance, laugh.

When they returned home together, their friends from Singapore naturally stayed there. Brother Fa also asked a real estate agent to help him look for properties in the area to buy. It wasn't easy, as there were only a few dozen or a hundred properties available.

Qin Yuye only managed to get it through his connections with wealthy people.

However, Chow Yun-fat would definitely have to go back to his own home in the middle of the night to let his family know he was safe, and also to take the paparazzi with him, so that Wai-tung could drive that inconspicuous Jaguar through the underground parking garage to meet up with Lao Fang.

Through Lü Zi'en, Wei Dong truly experienced the dangers of the overseas front.

So they didn't make any phone calls while overseas. After landing, they arranged for Maoerzhuoma to contact them, and finally received the address from a public phone. They didn't even bring their crying daughter.

But Qin Yuye insisted that he bring his mobile phone with him.

On the hill behind the mansion on Hong Kong Island where they first attended a lavish banquet, Mao'er and Zhuoma sat by the roadside like two primary and secondary school students. When they saw their older brother coming over, they jumped into the car and pointed in the direction.

There is a hiking trail across the street.

He told Wei Dong to jump out of the car, and Mao quietly drove to a nearby public parking space.

Hong Kong at night is radiating its most dazzling and beautiful charm.

Wei Dong climbed the steps and soon encountered the driver who had brought him there earlier.

Nodding, he looked over and saw Old Fang sitting on a bench by the roadside behind him. He told Wei Dong to take out the photo album Qin Zhiming had taken from his pocket, and then bent down to hand it to him: "I'm taking the computer expert back to the industrial park after the wedding ceremony tomorrow, but considering whether he might be implicated, I'd like to report the situation first so that we can make arrangements as soon as possible."

The streetlights only illuminated the path, making the photos even more blurry.

Old Fang didn't look through it, but reached out and patted the seat next to him: "Tell me the whole story."

He asked Wei Dong to sit down and started from that "chance encounter" two years ago: "This is the fourth time I've met him..."

Without any concealment, even his final thoughts were frankly revealed: "I did indeed have murderous intent. I couldn't let him live; it was too dangerous. So even without that shot, I would have hanged him. I have the account of the incident from the Philippine police. They have identified me as an agent who steals commercial intelligence and industrial assets and have asked the police to arrest me. So even though just seconds before I was thinking of making him an inkpad distributor to smooth things over, once I realized that, I couldn't let him live."

Old Fang leaned back in his chair and turned to look at him: "Have you killed someone?"

Wei Dong was naturally helpless: "When I was inspecting the leading figures of reform in Hebei Province, I was surrounded by an armed robbery gang. With the help of my companions, I used the gun of the deputy director of a third-line factory. Three people were killed and one was injured. I have encountered similar things many times in the past few years while doing sales work."

Old Fang slowly spoke: "Is this matter worth risking your life for?"

Wei Dong said without hesitation: "The factory is worth more than 100 million US dollars. With an investment of 15 million US dollars for later improvements, it can basically catch up with the current world level of semiconductor chip manufacturing. After the upgrade, it can hold out for at least five to ten years without being left behind. So I would rather seek smuggling gangs to transport the equipment to China. But after it arrives at the port, I will follow the relevant national regulations on how to pay taxes and clear customs. I will just use their transportation methods. After this step is completed, we will use this safety hazard as an excuse to relocate the packaging plant to the same place. This way, we will not spend a penny of the country's foreign exchange. The development of electronic computers will be worry-free for ten years. Even if it costs a few more lives, I think it is worth it."

Old Fang looked at him under the dim streetlights, trying to be stern: "Young people, are you so disregardful of human life?"

Wei Dong shook his head: "In my eyes, that's not a human life, but a selfish and futile obstacle. The 286 chip is the mainstream chip in the world today. As long as we take advantage of the loosening of this international blockade to quickly build up production capacity, train our technical personnel, and promote the widespread application of modern computers, we will not be left behind in the entire computer era. We will not be held back in ten, twenty, or thirty years. So we must get rid of it and bring it back."

Old Fang asked in a low voice, "Will it still choke you?"

Wei Dong firmly affirmed: "When you are disabled, some people will bully you, some will pity you, and some will take advantage of you, offering you some benefits to buy your labor. But if you are strong and start competing with others for jobs, then everyone will definitely gang up on you. Especially now that Western countries have become accustomed to their superiority, if we threaten their market and profits, they will definitely turn against us."

Old Fang, who has long been dealing with people overseas, smiled faintly: "There are no permanent enemies, nor permanent friends. It's ridiculous that some people still think this situation is going to last, and they're not making the time to bring things back home... You've made a significant contribution this time."

Wei Dong had a clear understanding: "It's just normal work performance. I can't say that my decision, which involves signing a document and making millions or hundreds of millions of dollars, is any greater than the contribution of the construction workers who sweat and toil on the construction site. The opportunities of the times have given me the chance to choose different positions. Now I just want to go back and hand over the factory to someone else. I want to go back to Jiangzhou. I've been with you for a month and a half. There are many things waiting for me to get back."

Old Fang was a little surprised: "You've brought this factory back, aren't you going to keep an eye on it?"

Rang Weidong explained Lin Wangfu's characteristics: "This is a huge commercial selling point. Making computers speak and sing will definitely earn a lot of money from North America next year. We can use this money to support the training of more scientific and technological talents, earn more foreign exchange, and then develop and research our own technologies. This is what we call a virtuous cycle. He is from Singapore, so he is much more suitable than me to deal with Citibank and do business. Moreover, he really understands these core technologies. I will help build the platform, and once it is completed, I should let go and let more scientific and technical personnel tinker with it themselves."

Old Fang had clearly tried his best to think it through, but he still couldn't quite understand: "Making machines produce sound can make a lot of money? Can't radios and tape recorders sing too?"

Wei Dong gestured: "Computers used to be used only for scientific research. Technicians wouldn't use these entertainment methods. But personal computers have transformed from technological tools into home entertainment tools. Last year, I made some money in North America by helping them come up with ideas to add a card-flipping game to computers and let them read novels. This year, they've even been used to make PPTs, spreadsheets, envelopes, and greeting cards. This is how computers are gradually becoming more versatile and entering every household. When computers become widespread, they will bring about earth-shattering changes to the whole society... Just like in the industrial age, while others were still spinning cotton by hand, here we were all powered by steam engines. Now our industrial production has fallen behind again. Look at the Pingjing Automobile Factory, it's completely out of step with foreign companies. This is a sign of our backwardness. Aren't those who aren't worried and even think about fighting back crazy?"

Old Fang finally snapped, "Don't say things like that in public! Just do your job properly. Don't let people seize on this as if it were a treasure. I regret wasting my time in jail for several years, and you don't even value your time?!"

Wei Dong admired him: "Yes, you didn't consider what personal losses you suffered, you only thought about the delays. I'll learn from you. I won't consider these trivial matters either, I'll seize the time to improve productivity... This wafer fab does have environmental pollution problems, but at this stage I think development is more important than the environment, especially given the very important positioning of the new port industrial zone."

How can a place so poor that it can't even afford to eat consider environmental protection?

No one has suggested shutting down the sewage river behind West Second Street.

Exaggerating such slogans is nothing more than hindering development. Just like how Wei Dong keeps saying that Penang's beautiful environment has been destroyed and that Fairbank's security is poor, there are ulterior motives behind it all.

Just like Lao Fang took a deep breath: "Those people are still the ones I personally developed twenty years ago... Last year, BD was only allowed to do business, and all these departments have this momentum. I said, it's just that...!"

I held back and held back, but still didn't say it.

Wei Dong gently patted his hand instead: "I understand. Do your job well and work hard to improve the economy and productivity so that everyone can return to their respective posts and perform their duties."

When his junior returned his words verbatim, Old Fang burst into laughter: "Alright, alright, let's keep an eye on each other, no complaining, no nonsense, let's get to work. Go on, go on, I'll oversee the factory construction for you, this matter ends with me..."

He's the one who took charge of things.

Then his expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but slap the armrest of the bench: "You brat, you're talking nonsense and ruining my plans!"

But under the streetlights, his expression was a mixture of anger and helpless laughter.

(End of this chapter)