Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Sha Zhu stared at the stack of green bills on the table, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

He was a cook, and although he had become the deputy director of the canteen in the past two years and was living a much more comfortable life than before, he had never seen so much foreign exchange before.

That thickness must be at least ten thousand US dollars!

These days, this amount of money could not only buy a detached courtyard house with a side courtyard in Dashilan, but also leave enough money to eat at state banquets for a lifetime!

Paul Smith looked at Sha Zhu's "naive" appearance, and a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashed in his blue eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

He had seen far too many low-level workers who would sell their souls for petty gains.

Mr. He.

Paul leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced on his lap, and spoke in a condescending tone.

The translator beside him quickly nodded and bowed, relaying Paul's words in an extremely obsequious voice.

"Mr. Paul said that as long as you help him with this little thing."

"This money is all yours!"

The translator pointed at the US dollars on the table, his eyes shining as if they were his own money.

"Moreover, Mr. Paul is a friendly and wealthy businessman in the United States with extensive connections there."

"Once it's done, if you're willing, he can even arrange for you to immigrate to the United States as a 'specially skilled worker'!"

"Back then, we'd have big villas, cars, and Western meals with red wine every day. That life would be a million times better than living in this dilapidated yard!"

The translator became increasingly excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke.

A glamorous picture of decadent capitalism slowly unfolds before Sha Zhu.

Sha Zhu didn't say anything. He grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder, wiped his hands, and then slowly sat up straight.

Let's rewind to a few hours earlier.

It was evening, and Sha Zhu had just finished get off work at the canteen and was about to go to the market to buy a roast chicken to treat himself.

As soon as I reached the factory gate, I was stopped by this foreigner in a black trench coat and his translator.

Under the guise of "investigating traditional Chinese cuisine and finding business partners," the other party insisted on inviting him to a private room in a high-end restaurant outside Qianmen.

Sha Zhu initially genuinely believed that his culinary skills were renowned overseas.

But after a few rounds of drinks, the foreigner's true colors were revealed.

He subtly inquired about Zhang Huaimin's affairs in the courtyard house.

Especially after that holographic projection incident over the factory area, Zhang Huaimin's reputation spread like wildfire on the dark web.

For a high-ranking Western spy like Paul Smith, with his extremely keen sense of smell, it was immediately apparent.

China may have given birth to a super black technology that could revolutionize the world!

Moreover, it is highly likely that it is hidden in the hands of that five-year-old boy named Zhang Huaimin!

Deputy Factory Director Li and his bunch of incompetents, including Sato Ichiro, were all wiped out before they even got to the door.

But Paul is different.

He is a higher-level infiltrator.

Instead of launching a direct attack, he conducted a thorough investigation and found Sha Zhu as a breakthrough point.

Because he found out that in this courtyard house, which was protected by the army like an iron barrel.

Only Sha Zhu could enter and exit Zhang Huaimin's east wing room without any hindrance!

"Mr. He, actually Mr. Paul's request is very simple."

Seeing that Sha Zhu remained silent, the translator assumed he was still hesitating and took out a small black box from his briefcase.

The box was only the size of a matchbox, with no seams on its surface, exuding a cold, high-tech feel.

"When you deliver lunch to Consultant Zhang tomorrow, just quietly place this little box in the most hidden corner of his room."

The translator lowered his voice, as if he were explaining something trivial.

"Mr. Paul said that this is their company's latest 'environmental noise collector,' which is absolutely safe and poses no danger whatsoever."

"It's just to collect some environmental data for scientific research."

Environmental noise collector?

You're kidding me!

Although Sha Zhu is not very educated, he has a lot of street smarts he has learned from his experience in the alleys.

A foreign tycoon offered $10,000 plus a promise of a U.S. green card.

Just to put a "recorder" in his five-year-old dollhouse so he could hear some sound?

Do you really think He Yuzhu is stupid?

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that what's in that black box is a listening device aimed at the top-secret blueprints and formulas of the Huai-min brothers!

Sha Zhu's anger suddenly surged up.

Damn it, those foreign devils.

They think they can bribe me to become a traitor just because we Chinese are poor?!

They even dared to plot against my brother Huaimin?!

A month ago, there was that silly Zhu who was still being deceived by Qin Huairu.

Faced with such a large sum of money, one might really hesitate for a moment.

But now.

He was the deputy director of the canteen, personally "mentored" by Zhang Huaimin! He was a model worker-class cadre!

Moreover, he personally witnessed how Zhang Huaimin sent those beasts who bullied men and women to hell one by one.

His feelings for Zhang Huaimin were a deep-seated reverence and unwavering devotion.

Betrayed Zhang Huaimin?

He Yuzhu would rather chop off his own head and use it as a football!

but.

Sha Zhu did not react immediately.

He looked at the black bugging device, his eyes darting around, and an extremely daring idea popped into his head.

"Brother Huaimin's brain is like that of a god."

"It would be a waste to just drive away these foreign devils who have come to our door with so much money."

Sha Zhu secretly plotted in his mind.

"Why don't we turn the tables and take the money and these things to Brother Huaimin to curry favor?"

"Perhaps, Brother Huaimin can even use this broken box to trick this foreign devil!"

Thinking about this...

The anger on Sha Zhu's face vanished instantly.

He put on an extremely greedy, even somewhat lewd, mercenary smile.

He suddenly stretched out his rough, large hand, grabbed the stack of US dollars on the table, and pulled it in front of him.

"Gulp."

Sha Zhu swallowed a huge mouthful of saliva in an exaggerated manner, his eyes shining.

"Oh my! Boss Paul, you should have said so sooner!"

Sha Zhu slapped his thigh, putting on a traitorous face that was greedy for money.

"It's just putting a box there, no big deal!"

"That little brat eats my cooking every day; I know his house better than my own!"

"Don't worry, leave this to me, Sha Zhu!"

Paul looked at Sha Zhu's greedy expression and a smug smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, there's no door that money can't buy.

This rude Chinese cook has been completely bought off by the US dollar.

"Very good, Mr. He."

Paul stood up, straightened his trench coat, and said in broken Chinese:

"I'm waiting for your good news."

"Remember, stay hidden. As soon as the signal is connected, I'll hand over the remaining half of the payment immediately."

After saying that, Paul, along with the translator, like two smug mice, quietly left Foolish Pillar's house.

The moment the door closed.

The greed on Sha Zhu's face vanished instantly.

He grabbed the ten thousand dollars and the black bugging device from the table.

He stuffed it into his arms like a hot potato.

Then he looked around furtively, like a thief.

After confirming that no one was outside.

Sha Zhu opened the door and ran straight to the heavily guarded east wing in the front yard!