This identity of mine is undoubtedly the most suitable.
But I politely declined the olive branch they extended to me before.
So that’s it!
Suppression, setting up checkpoints, and creating obstacles are the inevitable scenario.
He originally thought that the other party would put pressure on him through content review, taxation, and public opinion, but he did not expect that MacLehose would be so "cooperative" and choose the "hard move" of directly blocking the core equipment.
Good! The more stuck he is, the more natural and passive his subsequent movements will appear, and the more they will paralyze his opponent.
He needed a seemingly "forced" link to connect with the Governor's Office and the core circle of British capital.
Customs seized the machine?
A good game delivered to your door!
A game in which he waits for the other party to make a move.
A hint of the coldness of a man who has won a trick emerged in his heart, but he could not show it on his face at all.
"Don't blame yourself, Gao Qiaojun." Lin Huowang's voice was unexpectedly calm, even a hint of soothing. "They're not here for the machine, nor for your paperwork."
He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark sea in the distance.
Gao Qiaohao was stunned: "If it's not for the machine? Then what are you aiming at?"
"At me, at our Dragon Jump, or rather, at me, Kobayashi Tenno."
Lin Huowang turned around, his eyes sharp, "Let's wait and see who will lend a 'helping hand' at this time."
As he spoke, Lin Huowang walked to the thick, rugged black dedicated telephone in the living room.
He did not pick up the microphone immediately, but quickly calculated in his mind the personalities, factions and closeness of the various British bosses and their relationship with the Governor's Office.
Jardine Matheson's Newbigin?
Shi Huaiya from Taikoo?
Or Shen Bi from HSBC?
Who would MacLehose most want to contact?
After a moment, his eyes determined and he decided on his target.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number steadily - the private number of Jardine Matheson's boss, John Newbigin.
While dialing, he quickly adjusted his facial muscles and voice, suppressing his confident composure and replacing it with an anxious and even pleading tone.
When the call was connected and he heard Newbigin's English "Hello?" with a British accent, Lin Huowang immediately said in English with a thick Japanese accent and a little anxiously:
"Boss Newbigin, I'm sorry to bother you so late. I'm Kobayashi Tenmo from the Asia Daily... I've got a very difficult problem..."
He spoke quickly, detailing how the printing press was unreasonably seized by customs, how all the paperwork was complete but the company was told it would be detained for inspection for 15 days, and how the publication of the second issue of the magazine was imminent. He particularly emphasized the time pressure and the potential huge losses.
His words were filled with an eagerness to “seek help” and his reliance on Newbigin, a “highly respected and well-connected” foreign company boss: “… Mr. Newbigin, I don’t think there is anyone else in Hong Kong who can resolve this matter promptly and effectively except you.
Please be sure to help me smooth things over. As long as the machine can be taken out as soon as possible, everything will be fine!
I and the entire Asia Daily are deeply grateful!
He placed extra emphasis on the words "will certainly be grateful", hinting at "at any cost".
Every word he uttered and every pause for breath were carefully designed to ensure that the image of a desperate businessman who was desperately trying to find a cure was portrayed vividly.
On the other end of the phone, in a villa halfway up the mountain, Niu Bijian held the receiver, his body sunk into the comfortable leather seat.
Lin Huowang's cry for help, which was filled with a sense of "desperation", reached his ears clearly.
An extremely smug smile instantly broke out on his face, and he almost laughed out loud, but he forced himself to hold it back. He clenched his fist and hit the heavy mahogany table silently but forcefully.
We won! It was such an easy win!
The bet that Governor Murray MacLehose had just proposed at that private dinner at his residence was still fresh in his mind: "Gentlemen, we have set a sweet trap for that arrogant Kobayashi Tenmo - jamming his precious printing press.
Let’s make a bet?
Who among you would he call first for help?
My bet is a bottle of my 1915 Bordeaux Reserve d'Yquem!
All those present are British giants: Swire, Wheelock, Hutchison Whampoa, Standard Chartered...even that old fox Shen Bi from HSBC.
He Newbigin bet on himself, and the result proved that his judgment was extremely accurate!
That bottle of legendary premium red wine will soon belong to him!
"Oh, Mr. Kobayashi..." Newbigin immediately adopted an extremely embarrassed, difficult, and even heartbroken tone, deliberately lengthening his voice, "This... Customs always has their own rules and procedures... It's very difficult!
Especially the so-called technical verification procedures, they are...ah, very rigid!"
He frowned, as if troubled by this "inhumane" system, his voice full of sympathy and helplessness, "However, Mr. Kobayashi is a very important friend of our Jardine Matheson... No, he is a cherished partner of our Jardine Matheson!
Your difficulties are our difficulties!"
He paused, as if making an extremely important and difficult decision: "This is it! Mr. Kobayashi, please rest assured!
For the sake of our precious friendship and trust, I, Newbijian, will put down all the matters at hand and go to the customs in person to understand the situation!
Use all your connections to... uh... deal with it!
Please be patient and wait for my news!
You must wait for my news!"
He emphasized words like "friendship", "trust", "personally", "dealing", and "must wait for me". His tone was extremely sincere and solemn, giving enough hope, but also vague enough to leave no trace.
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