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What Li Yichen didn't know was that Lao Wei, who was far away in Baoding, had already asked his assistant to book the earliest flight.

The following morning, at the arrival level of Pudong Airport.

Old Wei walked out of the turnstile carrying his briefcase. His dark suit was impeccably pressed, and his leather shoes gleamed. Just as he switched his phone back from airplane mode, someone called out to him from ahead.

"President Wei?"

Old Wei looked up.

Chen Mingyuan, Vice President of the East China Region of the Rice Group, quickly stepped forward and extended his hand from two meters away.

"It really is you! I thought you looked familiar from a distance."

"Mr. Chen, what a coincidence."

They shook hands briefly.

Chen Mingyuan glanced around behind him and saw only an assistant accompanying him; not even the local branch's reception staff appeared.

This is not like a regular business trip.

The head of Great Wall Motors flew to Shanghai in person, but didn't even call the company's car fleet. It looked like he was there for a private appointment.

"Is Mr. Wei here in Shanghai to discuss a project?"

"There's no project involved, just meeting a friend."

Old Wei answered casually, but his feet didn't stop.

Chen Mingyuan followed half a step.

"What kind of friend is so important that you have to fly there in person?"

"Old friend, it's been a long time. Let's have a meal together."

"Which circle are you from? Maybe I know someone there."

Old Wei turned his head and glanced at him.

That person asked very detailed questions.

"Mr. Chen, has your rice group switched to intelligence work?"

Chen Mingyuan was taken aback, then burst out laughing.

"It's a professional habit, a professional habit. The automotive industry is only so big, so when you run into someone you know, you always end up chatting for a bit."

"Let's talk again when I have time. I've booked a ride."

Old Wei raised his hand to say goodbye, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the parking area.

Chen Mingyuan stood there, staring at his back for a few seconds.

Visiting friends?

That's a lie.

Old Wei is usually so busy that he wishes he could stretch one day into two, so he doesn't have the time to fly to Shanghai to catch up with old friends.

He took out his phone and dialed Mr. Lei's number.

"Mr. Lei, I just ran into Mr. Wei at Pudong Airport."

I could hear the sound of documents being flipped through on the other end of the phone.

"Which General Manager Wei?"

"General Manager Wei of Great Wall."

The sound of turning pages stopped.

"What's he going to Shanghai for?"

"He said he was meeting a friend. But I noticed he was wearing a new suit, and his assistant was carrying a briefcase. It didn't seem like a private trip."

Chen Mingyuan added another sentence.

When asked who he was specifically meeting, he refused to say.

Mr. Lei leaned back in his office chair and tapped his fingers on the desk a few times.

Great Wall has not had any major collaborations in Shanghai recently.

There are very few people who could make Lao Wei personally fly over there and keep the news so tightly under wraps.

Future technology.

Li Yichen.

Once the name came out, many details immediately matched up.

Mr. Lei picked up his personal phone and dialed the number directly.

As soon as Lao Wei got into the car that picked him up, the words "Lao Lei" popped up on the caller ID.

He frowned slightly.

Chen Mingyuan's mouth leaks information way too quickly.

The call was connected.

"Old Wei, are you busy?"

"I'm alright. Why did you suddenly think of me?"

"What are you saying? We've been friends for so many years. Can't I even show you some concern?"

"When you're always this polite, nothing good ever comes of it."

Mr. Lei chuckled twice.

"When you come to the capital, I'll treat you to tea."

"I'm busy right now, let's talk about it later."

"You must be really busy lately, right? You've even been busy all the way to Shanghai."

Old Wei stiffened slightly as he leaned back in his seat.

really.

"You're quite well-informed."

"Someone just happened to run into you. What's up, going to Shanghai on a business trip?"

"Just wandering around."

"Want to take a spin?"

Lei drew out the last syllable of his name.

"When did you, Lao Wei, ever have such leisure time? Driving over a thousand kilometers to the Bund to enjoy the breeze?"

"Can't I take a couple of days off?"

"Yes, of course."

Lei's tone was smiling.

"But I don't believe someone as busy as you would want to rest. Tell me the truth, were you out discussing a project?"

Old Wei rubbed his temples.

Continuing to keep it a secret will only lead to Lao Lei asking more and more questions.

"Meet an important client and have a meal together."

Who is it?

"Trade secrets".

"Why would we discuss trade secrets?"

Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts.

Old Wei winked at his assistant in the front row.

"I have to talk to you now, I have something to take care of. We'll talk later."

The phone hangs up.

Mr. Lei stared at the call screen, his smile gradually fading.

Important clients.

Magic City.

It was even worth it for Lao Wei to personally fly there.

Besides Li Yichen, could there be a second person?

What does DaMi Auto lack most right now?

It's neither funding nor sales channels.

It is the Thor battery and photonic chip of future technology.

Especially for Raytheon batteries, all the car manufacturers are scrambling for quotas. Whoever gets more will have a higher production capacity next year.

If Great Wall Motors manages to establish connections first, then DaMi Auto will be at a disadvantage.

Lei slammed his hand on the table.

"Xiao Zhang!"

The assistant poked half his body in from outside the door.

"Mr. Lei?"

"Book the earliest high-speed train to Shanghai, business class, now."

Xiao Zhang was stunned.

"You have a supplier meeting this afternoon, and another one this evening—"

"Remove them all."

Mr. Lei had already grabbed his coat.

"Also, have the East China region arrange a car to pick me up at Hongqiao Station."

"Who are you going to see in Shanghai?"

Lei didn't stop walking, only leaving out one sentence.

"Go and confront an old friend who's been unfaithful."

-

After checking into a hotel near the Bund, Lao Wei only rested for a little over an hour.

At 3 p.m., he arrived at Wangjiang Pavilion ahead of time with his assistant.

The entire detached building is built along the river. The first floor does not accept walk-in guests, and the top floor has only one private room. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Huangpu River lies at your feet, and the skyscrapers of Lujiazui on the opposite bank are all visible.

Old Wei stood by the window for a while, then patted the window frame with satisfaction.

"This place is nice."

The assistant handed over the menu.

"Mr. Wei, the dishes have been arranged to the highest standard. The drinks are vintages aged over twenty years; would you like to review them again?"

"Mr. Li doesn't usually put on airs, so don't make the dishes too fancy."

Old Wei flipped through a few pages.

"Change this fish dish."

Why?

"Mr. Li has been fishing lately and getting caught out; putting another fish on the dinner table is like rubbing salt into his wounds, isn't it?"

The assistant held back for two seconds, not daring to laugh.

"How about snow crab instead?"

"Sure. Add some braised pork belly, something simple and home-style."

"clear."

After confirming the private room, Lao Wei personally sent the location to Li Yichen.

"Mr. Li, 6 PM, Wangjiang Pavilion, No. 3 on the Bund. I'll be waiting for you in advance."

-

When his phone vibrated, Li Yichen was sitting on a private fishing platform by the Huangpu River.

Half an hour later, the float was as if it were welded to the water's surface, not even bothering to shake.

Ling'er lay on the edge of the watch, a virtual foxtail grass dangling from her mouth, her two short legs swinging back and forth.

"Brother, is there some kind of protective barrier on your fishing rod?"

"What do you mean?"

"Fish are prohibited from entering within a ten-meter radius."

Li Yichen held the fishing rod, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

"What do you, an AI, know about fishing?"

"I don't understand, but I can scan underwater."

Ling'er pointed towards the river.

"There isn't a single fish under your float. The nearest crucian carp is 27 meters away, and it's swimming in the opposite direction."

"Shut up."

"It swam faster."

"Ling'er".

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Li Yichen put down his fishing rod, opened the location sent by Lao Wei, and replied with a message.

"I'll be there promptly at six o'clock."

The fish probably won't come either.

He quickly reeled in his fishing rod, stuffed the empty fish basket into the trunk, and prepared to go back to change his clothes.

-

On the high-speed train from Beijing to Shanghai, CEO Lei leaned back in his business class seat, his fingers rubbing the edge of his phone case.

Lao Wei never revealed the client's identity.

They couldn't even find out where the restaurant was located.

The more you try to cover it up, the more problems arise.

Supply chain relationships are crucial for future technologies.

Dami Auto has already staked the core components of several new models for next year on Raytheon batteries and photonic chips. If any competitor obtains a larger quota ahead of time, it could squeeze Dami's production capacity.

He had to get involved in this meal.

At 5:40 p.m., the high-speed train pulled into Hongqiao Station.

As soon as Mr. Lei got into the van, he loosened his tie and changed into a prepared shirt. Before he even finished buttoning it, he had already dialed Lao Wei's number.

In the hotel room, Lao Wei was tying his tie in front of the mirror.

The moment the name "Old Lei" appeared, the knot in his tie almost tightened into a tight knot.

Is this guy really coming after us?

He answered the phone.

"Old Lei?"

"Old Wei, I've arrived in Shanghai!"

Mr. Lei smiled as soon as he opened his mouth.

Are you free tonight? Let's grab a bite to eat.

Old Wei gripped his tie, his eye twitching slightly.

What are you doing in Shanghai?

"A last-minute business trip."

Weren't you still in the capital this afternoon?

"High-speed rail is fast, with a speed of 350 kilometers per hour. Technology changes lives."

"Stop giving me that nonsense."

Old Wei threw his tie onto the bed.

"What exactly are you doing here?"

"I'm really on a business trip, and I'll grab a bite to eat with you while I'm at it."

Lei didn't give him a chance to get around it at all.

Where are you tonight? I'll come find you.

"It's not very convenient."

"What, there's only one chair in the private room?"

"I invited my clients to dinner, what's the meaning of your showing up?"

"I might know your client too. It's just a matter of an extra pair of chopsticks, don't be so stingy."

Old Wei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the Huangpu River, his jaw clenched for several seconds.

The two are rivals in the business world, but have a good personal relationship.

Old Lei has already come to Shanghai and said all this; to refuse him now would truly hurt our feelings.

"OK."

Old Wei gritted his back teeth.

"No. 3 on the Bund, Wangjiang Pavilion. Six o'clock."

"That's more like it."

Lei laughed heartily.

"When old friends meet, of course they should sit down together."

As soon as the call ended, Lao Wei threw his phone onto the bed.

The assistant, standing to the side, tentatively asked:

"Mr. Wei, is Mr. Lei here too?"

"Come."

"That originally planned private dinner—"

"Change to three people."

Old Wei picked up his tie again and sighed.

"Old Lei's nose is even sharper than a hunting dog's."

-

At 5:50, Li Yichen changed into a dark gray casual suit and opened the door of the white Tank 700.

As soon as the engine started, Ling'er popped her head out of the watch.

"Hey bro, wanna hear something interesting?"

"explain."

"Mr. Lei from the rice company arrived in Shanghai from Beijing by high-speed rail two hours ago. He just exited Hongqiao Station and is heading towards the Bund."

Li Yichen gripped the steering wheel, his eyebrows twitching slightly.

"you mean--"

"I guess he's going to Wangjiang Pavilion too."

Ling'er rested her chin on her two little hands, smiling mischievously.

"Brother, it looks like tonight's dinner will be a battle between two big shots who'll be paying for it."

Li Yichen chuckled and stepped on the gas.

The white Tank 700 merged into the evening traffic and headed towards the Bund.

Outside the windshield, the setting sun was painting the Huangpu River with a shimmering gold hue.