"Master Dao, it's fine. But that would put all the danger on you.

"Let alone anything else, just the overseas connections alone will be a hassle if we investigate them later," Zhang Xudong said hesitantly.

"I'm alone, and I'm over sixty years old.

At worst, if something happens, you can just hide away. It doesn’t matter where you die.

But you can't, there are a lot of people behind you.

You must maintain your image of being both red and professional, without even a single blemish.

Let's just leave it at that. If anyone asks you about it in the future, just say you didn't know anything about it."

The old Taoist told Zhang Xudong not to object anymore.

"Well, that's fine. But don't worry, Master Dao, if anything does happen, I'll definitely find a place for you to live comfortably."

Zhang Xudong accepted the Taoist's kindness and gave him peace of mind.

The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction and said:

"With your words, I feel relieved. Tell me about your specific arrangements."

"My thinking is that food matters should not be mixed with machinery and equipment.

Food can be transported in openly.

After you report it to your superiors, let someone else take charge of this matter.

We only deal with the mechanical equipment.

I found a deserted island off the coast of Hong Kong.

There is a natural dock on it that can accommodate a 5,000-ton cargo ship.

I'll have them put all the stuff on the island, and you can just ask them to send someone to take it away.

But arrange for reliable ships and men with tight lips to go."

“The ships and personnel are all fine, I think we’ll need to send more warships.

At worst, we can just hold an exercise there or something.

Who is the Hong Kong businessman who donated the food, and how do I contact him?" the old Taoist said bluntly.

Zhang Xudong replied: "His name is Lin Beidu, his home phone number is."

The old Taoist said with some doubt:

"Why does this name sound familiar to me? Is there only one wealthy family in Hong Kong named Lin?"