Rebirth: Let's Talk About 1984

According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.

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Chapter 320 The Japanese Intrigue is Unfathomable

“I can’t answer that. After all, not every employee wants to work in the East. I don’t know if the people who built the production line are still around, and the factory’s technicians are probably doing other jobs,” Hendricks said with a hint of helplessness.

That's true, but Xing Baohua still wants to use the existing people. If he were to organize people and figure things out as he goes, it would be such a waste of time!

“I hope you’ll find them. Tell those engineers and technicians to come work at Dongfang, and I’ll give them a 50% raise,” Xing Baohua said.

“I’ll come in and help you look. Whether we can find it or not depends on luck. So, what about the production line?” Hendrix asked expectantly.

“Let them unpack and ship it! You also prepare the contract, ready to sign it at any time.” After Xing Baohua finished speaking, he saw Hendricks’ face also showed a smile.

"If possible, could you give me a deposit? Don't misunderstand, this is for the other partners to see, and also for those people in South America," Hendricks said awkwardly.

For someone of Xing Baohua's status to require a security deposit would be a sign of doubt about his credibility.

In fact, deposits are very common in business transactions; the only concern is that you might back out.

“Prepare the contract, and I’ll give you a deposit after you sign it. Also, I originally wanted to pay you in advance, but this time I will only pay the balance after the goods arrive at the port and are shipped to the factory,” Xing Baohua said.

“Okay, no problem.” Hendricks nodded.

Just then, Xing Baohua's phone rang. When he answered, he heard Zhao Shanhai say, "Boss, something's happened!"

"I'll call you back in a bit!" Xing Baohua said as he hung up the phone.

He said to Hendricks, "Sorry, I have other things to take care of. Get the contract ready and schedule a time in advance. That's all."

“Okay, then I won’t disturb Mr. Xing’s work any longer.” Hendrix stood up to take his leave.

After he left, Xing Baohua immediately returned to his desk and called Zhao Shanhai.

He asked, "Old Zhao, what happened?"

"A Japanese soldier died?"

Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua frowned slightly. Could it be that something big had happened on the polar bear's side?

"You weren't involved, were you? Are you safe over there?" Xing Baohua asked, as long as Zhao Shanhai was out of danger. Xing Baohua didn't care how many Japanese soldiers died; he could just pay more compensation. Actually, there was no need to pay compensation. Anyway, if someone violated the rules there and died, that would be a dispute between the two countries.

"I'm safe and sound. I just wanted to let you know that the other Japanese employees are watching. Make sure to give the deceased employee a full compensation for their family's death," Zhao Shanhai said.

Xing Baohua sensed something was amiss; it wasn't that the plan over there had been exposed and gone wrong, but rather that some of the Japanese employees had run into trouble.

"How did he die?" Xing Baohua asked.

"He drank himself to death!"

That's bizarre. The Japanese soldiers' alcohol tolerance is only so high; they drink sake that's 25 or 20 degrees. How could they drink with those people in the Far East? It would be strange if they didn't die.

It's perfectly normal for them to die!

Zhao Shanhai's phone call startled Xing Baohua so much that her heart pounded.

If such a large investment fails, Xing Baohua will be back to square one.

Xing Baohua is going to lose all of the more than 4 billion yuan he just earned.

"Give me the phone numbers and addresses of all the R-family homes, and I'll have someone deliver cash as condolences. And for the deceased, how much should we give?"

"They said they'd give them a settlement allowance of $100,000, which is about 14 million RMB."

"Okay, give me the address. I'll arrange for someone to give 15 million yen to the deceased to round it up, and 5 million yen to each of their families for the rest. Don't you have a satellite phone? I'll give them the money here, and then you can have them communicate with their families so they can work with peace of mind, no, work like crazy. Do you have enough manpower? If not, have the existing staff find people they know by phone to go over."

Xing Baohua said over the phone.

Unfamiliar employees are not necessarily safe, and even if Xing Baohua dared to go, he might not dare to hire them.

It's easier for employees over there to find people. It's like a pyramid scheme; they make a phone call and say, "I have a huge, lucrative project here!" I think of my old friends and buddies, wanting them to come and make money with me.

They just fooled me like that, and all they did was brainwash me and stay in my room making phone calls to have someone come over and continue brainwashing me.

If you can't sell the products, shouldn't you buy them yourself to boost sales?

But Xing Baohua's job was easy; it was all about eating and drinking. There was no hard work, but plenty of dirty work, and if you weren't careful, you could lose your life there.

Xing Baohua then asked Zhao Shanhai about the progress he was making there.

Zhao Shanhai replied: "For plots abcd, the loan applications for the land marked on the map have been submitted. People have also come to survey the land. For plots a and b, we've already dealt with the relevant personnel, and it should be approved in another ten days to half a month. As for plot bc, we just had to drink with those people; that's how the Japanese died from drinking."

“Okay, there’s no need to rush. Approve as many as possible. Someone will contact you once the money is in your account,” Xing Baohua said.

Finally hanging up the phone, Xing Baohua sat down in a chair. Zhao Shanhai had been panting heavily, which had exhausted him. He felt a bit drained.

At this moment, the secretary knocked on the door and came in. Seeing Xing Baohua's tired appearance, she seemed to feel sorry for him, walked to the desk, and put down the documents in her hand.

He said, "Boss, are you a little tired? Let me give you a massage."

"No need, what is it?" Xing Baohua sat up straight and asked.

"These are the people who want to see you. Please choose one, and I will notify them to arrange a time."

"Okay, you can go out now!"

Xing Baohua picked up a few sheets of paper, and the first one he saw was surprisingly Fan Liu?

What does this guy want with me?

We don't have much in common! Should I ask him to be my investment partner? Or should I partner with him in real estate?

Couldn't find it? After thinking about it, I decided to put a checkmark on the paper.

Huh! Why is Tsui Hark looking for me? Does he want money to invest in my movies?

See you there!

The rest were mostly strangers, and they had no idea why they were looking for him. He didn't have time to listen to their nonsense; he wanted to see what Liu wanted.

Tsui Hark should move to the back of the line.

Two hours later, Da Liu arrived, his square face beaming with a smile. It was so unsightly he looked worse than if he hadn't smiled at all.

"Big Liu, what brings you here?" Xing Baohua asked bluntly.

"Of course, we're talking about cooperation, Mr. Xing. I'm currently bidding on a piece of land. Would you be interested in cooperating with me?" Fan Liu said with an unpleasant smile.

"Haha! Many of my other shareholders are involved in real estate. Do you and I know each other well? Why would I cooperate with you? If it's a bidding process, they are stronger and have more funds than you. So tell me a reason why I should cooperate with you?"