Luo Yiqiang chuckled when he heard that Yibao was known for its beautiful women.

Of course, when they say "beautiful women," they mean people of Chinese descent, not the dark-skinned natives from the mountains.

"Where are you from?" Xing Baohua asked.

Selangor.

"A nice place. I've never been there, but I've heard it's good."

"Thanks"

Are you in a Cantonese-speaking area or a Hokkien-speaking area?

“I speak the Min dialect, and my ancestors came from Quanzhou,” Luo Yiqiang said.

Upon hearing this, Xing Baohua smiled and said, "My friend over there told me that the Fujian fried noodles were invented by people here. There are no fried noodles in Fujian at all."

"Sorry, I've never been there, so I don't know."

"The beef here is quite good, why don't you have some?" Xing Baohua probed further.

"Sorry, I believe in Guanyin and don't eat beef."

"I thought you believed in the God of Heaven and could eat whatever you wanted."

"I believe too! I believe all over there!"

The two chatted, starting with food. Xing Baohua used all her knowledge from Malaysia, and even spoke a few words of Malay she had heard before, to show her friendliness.

Many employees who came for dinner were somewhat surprised to see Xing Baohua and Luo Yiqiang chatting so happily.

After finishing the meal, Xing Baohua left first, casually asking, "Want me to give you a ride?"

"No need, I still have some work to take care of. I'll go back on my own when I'm done," Luo Yiqiang politely declined.

"I'm going to Malaysia soon, would you like me to bring you a little less of my hometown specialties?"

"Thank you, but no need. I'm a pretty adaptable person, and besides, there's plenty of good food here. I'm getting used to it," Luo Yiqiang said with a smile.

After shaking hands with him, Xing Baohua left, but Luo Yiqiang watched his figure, lost in thought for a while.

Shortly after Xing Baohua got into the car, Comrade Lü knocked on the door and window. The guard opened the door and let him in.

"Why didn't you let me know you were chatting with him?" Comrade Lü asked as he came up.

"To deepen our relationship."

"If it really is an infiltrator, you've alerted them."

"So what? At least he knows he can't hide anymore. He either has to leave or stay. When he resigns, I'll have a serious talk with him."

Comrade Lü asked in surprise, "What are you going to talk about?"

"Talk, stay, or cooperate."

"Stay? Does he even dare to stay?"

"Why wouldn't I dare? I'm forgiving of his past actions and value his abilities. As long as he explains something and doesn't harm the interests of the rice industry, why can't he stay? We're desperately short of talent! If he leaves, he can lead a bunch of others to leave as well."

Comrade Lü said, "Isn't that clean now?"

"Clean my foot! We always have to bring in people, and can you guarantee that the people who come in will be clean? Since we know they exist, we should find a way to correct this. If he's worried about his family being hurt, I can bring his family over, settle them in their ancestral home, and give them some money to help set up a factory, so he won't have any worries. Wouldn't that be great?"

Comrade Lü frowned slightly and said, "What if he doesn't agree?"

"There's no reason not to agree! Many overseas Chinese have righteous hearts. When Mr. Sun Yat-sen went to Southeast Asia, he asked these Chinese to raise money. They all readily contributed. What does that show? It shows they are thinking of their roots!"