Upon hearing this, Linghu Buqi's wine cup trembled slightly.

"You came here specifically to see me?"

"I guess so! Someone gave me a hint, and after thinking about it, it seems like that person was telling me to come find you."

"Who?"

"Xiamen, Xia Yu, do you know him?"

Gao Ang stared intently into Linghu Buqi's eyes, sensing his heartbeat and pulse.

"Xiamen, Xia Yu?"

Linghu Buqi muttered a couple of sentences, his brows furrowing tightly, "I don't know him, I have no recollection of him, I've never even heard of him."

Seeing Gao Ang's disbelieving look, Linghu Buqi gave a self-deprecating smile, "That's true. Someone like me probably wouldn't be believed if I told the truth, but I can... guarantee with the name of my ancestors that I really don't know the two names you mentioned."

After thinking for a long time, Linghu Buqi could only use his ancestors' names as collateral.

Personal credibility? Long gone.

His personal character? He has no character whatsoever...

Gao Feng believed him, picked up the wine glass that Linghu Buqi had filled, and smelled it. "It smells quite good. It must be quite old, right?"

"Twenty-year-old Moutai is a waste to give to foreigners. The moment I saw you, I knew you were my compatriot."

"Compatriots?"

Gao Ang took a small sip, swirled the wine cup in his hand, and said with a half-smile, "Are you still considered a person from the East?"

This question stumped Linghu Buqi.

Yes, is he still considered a Dong-guk person?

Theoretically speaking, he is and he isn't.

He has Dongguo citizenship and a Dongguo passport, but at the same time, Shanguo also issued him a passport and a green card.

There's a problem: East Korea doesn't recognize dual passports.

From the moment he decided to settle in the mountain country, he automatically renounced his passport from the East.

Therefore, fundamentally speaking, he was already a foreigner, becoming a typical "barbarian" and "traitor" in textbooks.

With another gulp, Linghu Buqi downed the baijiu in his cup and picked up the sturdy Moutai bottle to refill it.

After thinking for a moment, still not satisfied with the wine cup, he poured it directly into the red wine glass.

"Gulp gurgle"

He poured himself a full glass, at least three ounces, and downed it in one gulp.

This puzzled Gao Feng even more. Was he drowning his sorrows in alcohol?

The question is, is it necessary for a traitor to put on an act in front of himself?

Or is it that he's tired of his current life and wants to turn back? (Yan Jian, play!)

Moutai is very strong, and Linghu Buqi had already drunk red wine before, so this combination made him a little tipsy, and he even slurred his words.

"My passport may no longer be from Dongguo, but the blood flowing in my veins is still Dongguo's. You know, you're the first Dongguo person I've met in over three years. Those immigrants don't count; they're all traitors who made money back home and come here to live it up. Yes, how am I any different from them?"

"It's different from them. I'm spending foreigners' money, hahaha!"

"They placed me under house arrest simply to deal with Lao Xia, to expose the secrets of Bureau 303, and even to use my name as a former capital tycoon to smear Dongguo."

“But let me tell you, let me tell you, I didn’t do any of these things.”

Linghu Buqi approached Gao Ang mysteriously, his steps slightly unsteady. "I'm not stupid. The more I talk, the less valuable I become."

"Do you see these?"

Linghu Buqi pointed around, "This manor, these luxury goods, this fine wine, were all given to me by those bastards. They made me go online from time to time to say bad things, and even read scripts they had prepared. If I didn't read them, they would beat me, beat me badly, and even cut my penis with a knife... They are all beasts!"

Gao Ang picked at his ear. Good heavens, what is all this nonsense?

“Some things weren’t my intention. I know I’ve hurt a lot of people—my parents, my wife and children… I want to go back to China, but I can’t!”

Linghu Buqi ran to the window, pulled back the curtain, and yelled at the outside, "Those bastards have weapons! If I dare to leave this building, they'll shoot! What am I supposed to do?!"

Gao Ang put down his wine cup and straightened his hoodie. "If you hadn't done those stupid things back then, none of this would have happened. In the end, isn't it all your own fault? In short, you brought it on yourself."

An ordinary person might have been moved by Linghu Buqi's tearful performance, and might even have felt a little sympathy for him.

But Gao Yu did not.

Nine years of compulsory education taught him one thing: to see through appearances to the essence.

Linghu Buqi said so much, even mentioning that he had suffered tragic persecution.

But what is the real reason for this? Isn't it because he betrayed his motherland?

If he hadn't taken that step and had stayed in China, would he be facing such a tragic situation today?

But what led him to take that step was his own choice.

Was someone forcing him? No one.

Just like he said to Ivanda before, what difference does it make if we have different beliefs or different ways of doing things?

That's all nonsense; frankly, it's just selfishness at play.

Now that things have backfired and he's the loser, under house arrest, he's starting to regret it?

"Stop playing the victim. I didn't come here to listen to your stories. Tell me, what secrets do you have, and why did someone send me all this way to find you?"

Gao Feng couldn't guess what Xiamen and Xia Yu were planning.

However, he could roughly deduce their purpose.

Linghu Buqi should know something about them, and that might change Gao Yang's judgment of them.

The reasoning is simple: Gao Ang has been relentlessly pursuing Xiamen and Xia Yu lately, and these two must have noticed and are getting anxious about it.

Because it wasn't just Gao Feng who was tracking them; people in Kyoto also started following Gao Feng's lead and began investigating the two of them, and some even started investigating Bureau 303.

So, these two people, or rather, the others behind them, got anxious.

He was thinking about what methods he could use to dispel Gao Feng's hostility towards them.

The best solution is to find a middleman to intercede on your behalf.

However, Gao Ao has not found anyone to have spoken to them in Xiamen so far. Perhaps they have always been rather unconventional.

So all that's left is to prove it yourself.

The problem is they can't show their faces yet; if they do, they'll definitely be arrested.

Therefore, their only hope rests on Gao Ang. As long as Gao Ang is willing to let them go, the problem won't be too big.

However, they cannot directly persuade Gao Ang, because doing so would seem like self-promotion.

Therefore, a third party is needed, and this third party must be someone closely related to Xiamen or Xia Yu, so Linghu Buqi was thought of.

Linghu Buqi was very familiar with Xia Jiancheng, and even knew some inside information about the early days of the 303 Bureau.

If he could say something, it might be helpful?

However, Gao Ang felt that his deduction was flawed, and he always felt that things were not that simple.

Linghu Buqi was clearly taken aback after hearing Gao Feng's words.

After being ridiculed by Gao Feng, the effects of the alcohol wore off somewhat.

Moutai is great; you can drink a lot without getting a headache.

Unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his large belly, Linghu Buqi slumped onto the sofa. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I don't know much. I'm just a businessman, what secrets could I possibly know? I just don't understand, why are the Shan Kingdom government, you, and that bitch from earlier all staring at me? Are you all really that bored?"

Linghu Buqi seemed to be prepared to fight to the death, and his words became increasingly impulsive, launching a tirade against Gao Feng.

Gao Ang was not angry, but rather looked at Linghu Buqi with great interest.

His gaze, tinged with amusement, made the man a little uneasy. "What do you want?" he asked, his eyes fixed on him with amusement.

As he spoke, he fastened the buttons he had undone back on.

"Get lost, I'm not interested in you!"

Gao Ang knew exactly what this bastard was thinking, and frowned in disgust. "Sit down, let's have a good talk."

Linghu Buqi obediently curled up on the sofa. As the effects of the alcohol wore off, his courage seemed to gradually diminish.

"Those two people who sent me to find you are connected to Bureau 303. Tell me what you know about Bureau 303 first."

“Bureau 303,” Linghu Buqi huddled on the sofa, his eyes darting around, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to those bygone years.

"Back then, Lao Xia and I all started out investing in stocks."

Some people trade short-term, some follow trends, and some buy on dips.

We met on a place called Taoguba. At that time, I had the most funds, totaling about 30 million yuan.

Old Xia was in a terrible situation. Back then, he was just a young lad, earning only a few hundred yuan a month, which was a miserable existence.

He doesn't have much money, so he doesn't dare to follow my lead in buying on dips; instead, he tries to buy on dips.

But this kid is really smart.

Those of us who trade on the day-to-day surge focus on that; those who trade trends focus on swing trading.

He, on the other hand, combined the essence of scalping with the essence of swing trading, and invented his own powerful tool for reaping profits.

When the market is good, you can trade the main upward wave by hitting the daily limit; when the market is bad, you can look for trending stocks that are about to break out and accelerate into their next phase.

After two years, my funds quadrupled, barely exceeding 100 million. I'd call that a success, right? (Yanquan LOL Yanquan)

But that kid was even more amazing. He turned a little over 20,000 yuan into nearly 200 million yuan, a full 20,000 times!

Of course, back then there weren't as many loans as there are now, and he never asked us for money.

We offered him the skills to practice on, but he refused.

His exact words were: If I can grow from 20,000 to 100,000, I can grow from 100,000 to 1 million, 10 million, or even 100 million.

A 20,000-fold increase in two years—what does that even mean? Even a stock market guru wouldn't achieve that…”

These memories must be cherished by Linghu Buqi; when he talks about them, his face shines brighter than ever before.

"Later, when we had a lot of money, it became less interesting to play in the stock market. There were too many restrictions."

We went into all sorts of markets, trading everything from futures to overseas markets.

During those years, we were basically following in Lao Xia's footsteps, which helped us accumulate the initial capital for starting our business.

One day, Lao Xia called a few of us together for a meeting.

I remember the details of the recollection very clearly, especially his words: "If you have more money, you have to do something. I don't need to be remembered in history, but at least I have to be worthy of the person I'm wearing."

In those years, we fought our way around the world, and we got to know some of the big investors in other countries, so we developed some personal connections.

So we thought, could we do something with these relationships?

Of course, that's mainly what Lao Xia thinks; the rest of us don't have that awareness.

Our idea was to have money, pick up girls, buy some nice and fun things, go out to sea for a spin, and that would be fine.

But Lao Xia had foresight. He kept telling us: "Money is just a pile of paper. If you're useless to society, the people won't remember you, and you won't contribute to the people, the higher-ups will take it back from you sooner or later."

Even if the higher-ups don't take it, you'll get into trouble sooner or later. People who have nothing to do will feel empty and will make mistakes.

Once you make a mistake, it's a chain reaction, and your downfall is not far off.

We didn't believe it at first, but one of our brothers really did make a mistake.

Even if we had money and connections, we couldn't get it out; we were sentenced to 13 years.

It was then that we realized Old Xia was right.

So the few of us sorted out all the funds we had and handed them all over to Lao Xia.

Old Xia was already quite well-known at that time and was very popular in the venture capital circle.

He has invested in many of the listed companies now, but he is a low-key person and has found many front men to do so.

If you add up the funds of all those front men, they could easily become the richest person in the country, if not the richest person in the world.

Just when we thought we could retire gracefully, Lao Xia came up with another idea: Bureau 303.

Hehehe. We didn't even know what Bureau 303 did, but he once told us when he was drunk:

Bureau 303 will be our talisman.

As long as we don't betray our country or do anything that would be considered outrageous by both gods and men, we can be assured of a life free from worries about food and clothing.

After hearing this, we were very curious: what could possibly have such great power?

Later I realized that Lao Xia had tied all our assets to the fate of the Eastern Kingdom.

Bureau 303 initially focused on investment, or more accurately, foreign exchange.

He directly invested all the funds from our overseas accounts.

He even befriended some people who would adjust exchange rates in various countries according to the needs of their superiors.

Moreover, he also knew some people abroad who were able to smuggle some equipment that was prohibited from being imported into our country through his shipping companies.

But these are not enough, after all, they only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

Later, Lao Xia told us that Bureau 303 was going to be restructured.

Money alone is not enough, nor is simply copying others; you must have your own original ideas.

I asked at the time, "That's so difficult. Why not learn from the barbarians to control them? Why do we have to do it ourselves?"

He said, "You don't understand. The things here are very interesting. Foreign countries have all sorts of institutions and organizations, like Area 51 and such. Why can't we have one too?"

Yan Jian reads the novel "Yan Jian". Hearing this, Gao Ang interrupted Linghu Buqi, "Area 51 is real?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, that's what Lao Xia said. He meant that Area 51 isn't just a rumor; there's some truth to it. Things like UFOs might actually exist, but the unusual phenomena around Area 51 are very likely experimental characteristics of some high-tech equipment from Japan. Where were we?"

Linghu Buqi's train of thought was somewhat disrupted by Gao Ang's interruption.

"You mentioned that Xia Jiancheng wanted to create a place similar to Area 51."