Let's start with Hong Kong, specifically Nie Zhao's side.
He was having a meeting with people from the real estate company, and Liang Lisheng was there as well.
His meeting tonight was actually a bit like picking fights and finding fault, because Hong Kong's real estate business is mature, and after the New Year, February and March will be the off-season, so there is nothing in various aspects that he needs to pay special attention to.
Leung Lai-sang was quite worried because Little Kwong had recently come to the company with him and even brought Chinese medicine, which made the office smell bad. Obviously, his hemorrhoids had flared up again, and he was making things difficult for himself by sitting for long periods of time.
But as soon as he returned from the phone call, his previous gloom vanished, and he said, "Let's adjourn the meeting and go home."
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, thinking to themselves that he had been so determined to find fault with them that he would be nitpicking until dawn, but then he just let them go. What a call! This was more effective than the pain of hemorrhoids.
Of course, no one wanted to work overtime. Even Secretary An slipped away because Kwong was there.
Boss Nie couldn't sit for long, so he went to the gym next to his office to stretch his muscles and do boxing. By the way, he hadn't eaten dinner yet, but since he didn't eat, and Kuang Zai wasn't like Secretary An who would use sweet words to persuade the boss to eat, she just stayed hungry with him. She didn't know when he would go home; the kids were already yawning from sleepiness.
But suddenly someone knocked on the door. Kwong looked up, bowed, and said, "Good morning, President."
Boss Nie was clearly pleased: "You got the goods?"
Wade handed over the photos: "We'll be at the sea sand factory tomorrow night, spraying paint overnight, and Boss, it's so cheap I can't even imagine."
It seems the boss has acquired something big. I wonder what it is that made him so excited when he looked at the photo. Kuang Zai glanced at it while delivering water and was a little dumbfounded because the photo showed a very impressive-looking big ship.
Or it would be more appropriate to call it a warship, because it looks like it was used for fighting.
Nie Zhao became interested when he heard it was very cheap: "How much did it ultimately cost?"
Wade held up five fingers, and just when Nie Zhao thought he was going to say 5 million, he said, "500,000."
It was a medium-sized destroyer that could carry sixty people and provide accommodation, and its cost was over 2 million. Yet it could be bought for only 500,000?
Nie Zhao said, "Pass this message on to Commander Wang. If it's inconvenient for him to come forward, we'll contact him. I think the Soviet Union in the north is about to disintegrate; otherwise, their generals wouldn't dare to be so recklessly trading weapons."
It is now 1989 in the Gregorian calendar. Indeed, the Soviet Union in the north is teetering on the brink of collapse. Military experts from the United States, France, Britain, and other countries have predicted that it is about to disintegrate. The fact that the military personnel of a major power dare to secretly sell medium-sized destroyers proves that it is not only about to disintegrate, but the process should be very fast.
As Wade was about to leave, Boss Nie called him back and said, "This is a huge business opportunity. Find someone to go undercover and contact Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and the Philippines. But remember, it must not be us who do it. Help the Soviet Union sell various weapons."
Ordinary people live by working and living, but Boss Nie is different; he can find business opportunities from all aspects.
In fact, he is very energetic. Unless his wife is at home and he needs to spend time with her, his working hours are fixed at 14 to 16 hours a day. And as long as he is dealing with money-related matters, he will never get tired.
It was already 9 p.m., and Wade asked, "Have you eaten yet? Shouldn't you be off work by now?"
He's recently developed hemorrhoids again, and Wade hopes he can leave work early.
But Nie Zhao then remembered and said, "I'll go right away."
However, he was clearly still thinking about something, so after a moment's hesitation, he said, "Let's work overtime urgently to touch up the exterior as well, you know, when we're painting..."
Wade was smart enough to immediately realize that the boss was talking about a destroyer with a national flag and model number on it. Once he got his hands on it, he would immediately repaint it, removing all the original conspicuous markings. As for which country's markings to repaint, Wade knew, of course, that it was American.
Nie Zhao had to go eat, and said, "Thank you for keeping an eye on it. Make sure it's sprayed within a day."
Even with a large spray gun, it would take 24 hours to finish spraying a destroyer. What's the boss in such a hurry?
Of course, even if Wade knew what the boss was thinking, he wouldn't say much until the boss said it. He would only say, "I'll go over there tomorrow night to personally oversee things, and I guarantee it will be finished within a day."
Only after hearing the guarantee did Boss Nie enter the elevator, satisfied.
...
Chen Ke stole the sheep to feed Chen Rou, and it was probably for several meals.
Because the cooks were steaming buns tonight, he had prepared the dough but hadn't had time to bake them. However, he was particularly good at baking flatbread, and flatbread with mutton soup was truly a delicacy.
But when he returned after delivering food to Nie Yao, he found that the gangsters who had just gnawed a sheep down to its skeleton were already eating his hand-pulled noodles around the pot. When he asked, he learned that Chen Rou had only eaten two pieces of meat and drunk a bowl of soup.
This made Chen Ke very unhappy. Just as he was about to discuss something with Master Er, he entered the room and saw five plates of stir-fry in front of Master Er, with a large piece of lamb ribs with a good mix of fat and lean meat in the middle.
Looking at Chicken Bro's greasy mouth, he realized that this guy must have been quick-witted and brought over the best lamb ribs to serve his grandfather.
Chen Rou is going out again tonight. She has arranged to meet with Awei and Ameng, but they agreed to go out at 1 a.m. Erye asked Chen Ke to come and discuss something because the weapons he brought were rather ordinary. Meanwhile, the sharp-eyed Chicken Brother has already patrolled the area and discovered that these international police officers are ostensibly equipped with domestically made Type 65 rifles, but in reality, each of them carries an M1911.
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