What about rice?

Old Mou always felt that Da Mi would be surrounded and attacked by a coalition of several countries, so he used Da Mi to restrain the opponent, while Da Mi stayed in the rear, preparing a big move.

In fact, he didn't understand Xing Baohua's actual purpose at all, because Xing Baohua had done an experiment for Lao Mou, which was to use wireless technology to hack into the phone and conduct 24-hour eavesdropping.

Although a slightly awkward situation arose, before Lao Mou could even understand what was happening, Xing Baohua changed the subject and started talking to Lao Mou about other things.

By the time this person truly realized it, it was too late.

It seems that in the end, his wife also ran away, taking his son abroad. In the end, only his sister-in-law remained by his side. He had three marriages in his life, and his last wife guarded his wealth, waiting for him to return.

In China, a solid foundation is crucial. Many people who become rich overnight lack a solid foundation and don't like to build a base, so they quickly fall from grace.

Old Mou followed behind Factory Director Li, always carrying a small notebook to jot down what he saw and heard.

He felt that the employees of the rice factory loved Director Li very much. Wherever he went, the employees would greet him warmly. Old Mou was very envious. When would he be able to receive the support of thousands of people in the factory?

Old Mou asked Old Li why he didn't take him to the other building to watch.

The building Lao Mou pointed to clearly showed many security guards on duty.

"I can't even go to that place, but you can?" Old Factory Director Li said.

"Isn't that a rice-growing area? You're the union chairman now, is there any place you can't go?" Old Mou asked curiously.

"You don't understand. It's the Rice Electronics Factory. I'm just the union chairman there. That building, though it belongs to Rice, is actually owned by HK Haina Investment, and it's full of research institutions."

"So, the core of the rice is in that building?"

"yes!"

"That shrewd Xing Baohua actually sold the core of the rice to a HK company? I... I'm going to find him right now?"

"Why are you looking for him? Haina in Hong Kong is also Xing Baohua's 'him'! In his words, you can't put all your eggs in one basket. The lab is located in the rice factory for production convenience." Director Li was too lazy to explain anything to the other party.

Back at the rice factory guesthouse, Lao Mou tossed and turned, unable to sleep, constantly thinking about what he had seen and heard at the factory that day.

Why did Xing Baohua separate the rice? And why did the core department use an identity from Hong Kong?

What's the inside story here? And how many companies does Xing Baohua own? Today, I learned from Factory Director Li that Xing Baohua has two large companies in Hong Kong: Haina and Huahong.

So he used his connections in the capital to find out what businesses HK Huahong Group had and what Haina actually did.

Over the years, Lao Mou had accumulated a considerable network of connections, including some connections within the Ministry of Commerce. That very evening, he received information from a friend that Huahong Group primarily focused on real industries, including Huahong Technology, Huahong Telecom, and Huahong Bank, all of which were listed in Hong Kong.

The information of listed companies is quite detailed and easy to find, since it is made public to shareholders.

As for Hainan, it's a bit vague. Hainan isn't listed on the stock exchange and mainly focuses on investment. What does that mean? It means I spend money and you do the work.

They invest in any project that others are interested in, and even engage in financial and trade activities overseas.

During the Hong Kong stock market crash a few years ago, Haina made a lot of money by operating in the opposite direction. During Japan's bubble economy era, they also made some moves in the stock market and finance, but details are unclear.

Hainer was quite famous on Wall Street, and he beat several Wall Street firms so badly that they couldn't fight back.

His most famous feat was betting against the old nobles of the Great Eagle Empire, not only winning but also bankrupting their central bank.

I had no idea Xing Baohua had done such amazing things without investigating. And what about me? I'm all old and I'm just making money with my mouth.

They've already extended their reach overseas and are making money off foreigners.

Compared to this, I feel like I'm nothing. Being able to raise billions should make me a remarkable person in China!

But look at Xing Baohua. At such a young age, when he wants to spend money, he has hundreds of billions of dollars, and the unit is US dollars.

Rice is just the least profitable product for them.

Old Mou couldn't sleep at all that night, his mind racing with thoughts of whether he should also separate the eggs and establish a trading company in the Far East.

Use the money earned by the trading company to develop domestically?

Should we learn from Xing Baohua and simply give our core business a superficial makeover?

After thinking it over, he felt it wasn't a good idea; he didn't have the necessary qualifications. Besides, he wanted to visit the lab to see what kind of invention the rice core was working on. If he knew one or two engineers, poaching one or two of them could benefit his development of large-scale integrated circuits.

Although he hadn't rested much the night before, Lao Mou arrived at the factory early the next day. After all, he was there to learn, and by following the factory's top leader, he could learn a lot.

Factory Director Li arrives at least ten minutes early every day, and when he sees Old Mou already there, he smiles and asks, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate. I ate at the guesthouse."

"The food at the guesthouse is not as good as the factory canteen. You can come and eat at the canteen earlier next time."

Why didn't you tell me yesterday!

"You didn't ask yesterday either!"

"I'll go check the cafeteria now, hopefully it won't make me late for work!"

"It won't cause any delay. You don't get paid anyway, so no one will deduct your wages if you're late."

So Lao Mou, under the pretext that he hadn't eaten enough at the guesthouse, went to the canteen.

I was too late. There were only a few people left in the cafeteria, and the cafeteria staff had started packing up.

A kind person saw him, an older colleague, and assumed he was a new researcher or something similar, and told him he could go to the cafeteria near the lab, where meals were served 24 hours a day.

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