The main work was done by Huo Qi, while Nie Jiajun was only responsible for layout.
But having received higher education, Nie Jiajun's PowerPoint presentation, which Chen Rou would rather be too lazy to make than investigate a case, was exceptionally well done thirty years later. Chen Rou had to praise him: "Your PowerPoint presentation will not be outdated even thirty years from now."
After all, he's a professional. Nie Jiajun said with a smile, "This is just a tiny program on a computer."
He then spread his hands and said, "So all of my 1.6 billion was invested in Nie's Electronics. We need to poach more high-paid talents from the United States and also expand our production scope vertically. We not only need to make mobile phones, but also electronic components. These are the future."
This is the kind of benefit that the children of the richest family enjoy—a benefit that ordinary people can only dream of.
Nie Jiajun doesn't have a particularly high IQ. If his family didn't have money, he could only be an ordinary programmer.
At most, he could be like Cai Mingli, saving up money to start his own business, setting up a small company, and earning hundreds of millions. But Nie Jiajun has 1.6 billion in cash on hand, given to him by his elders. As long as he catches the right trend, 90% of the market will be his.
She couldn't envy him, but Chen Rou didn't want him to be too happy, so she said, "Actually, I suggest you pay more attention to chips and devote yourself to the research and development of integrated circuits. In the electronics industry, it is the key."
Nie Jiajun studied the electronics industry, so of course he knows what chips mean.
However, as a deposed crown prince, he knew better what money meant, so he said, "That won't do. It's not something that can be done with a few billion. My dear wife, if I really wanted to get into chip research and development, I'm afraid even the entire Nie family wouldn't be enough."
Alright, let's focus on the present first.
He pulled on his dirty, designer ADSABI jacket, unplugged the computer floppy disk, and rubbed his dirty stubble a few times on A Yuan's soft, white, and tender face. Nie Jiajun said, "Bye, I'm going to find a gun."
Ah Yuan really liked his rude and arrogant older brother, and gave him a goodbye kiss: "Bye-bye!"
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Tomorrow is Thursday, September 3rd.
It was also time for Chen Rou to prepare to give the Hong Kong police officers a break.
The banner was, of course, made long ago. It was the largest and most expensive banner of all available, with gold trim and tassels. She used all sorts of expensive techniques. The banner was so luxurious that it would make Zhang Sir's heart swell like a giant popcorn, and it would also make the other officers green with envy.
But once the stage is set up and the show is about to begin, actors and audiences are of course needed.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Master Er and Master Dong, but many hands make light work, and everyone is afraid of the elderly, so it would be more convenient to take them along. Moreover, Chen Rou had promised in advance that she would take A Yuan to dinner with the two of them that evening, so the two old men were going.
While Fok Sir and Nip Ka-Chun have been searching for the gun in Hong Kong for over a month, they received a tip today from an anonymous source who pointed out the location where the gun was hidden.
That's the West Building of the Police Headquarters, on the sixteenth floor.
Actually, the call that broke the news was made by Wan Daozai, but Inspector Huo didn't recognize Wan Daozai and couldn't recognize his voice.
A while ago, Huo Qi was tricked out of Hong Kong and lost a lot of face. When he suddenly heard this news, he didn't believe it and cursed that he was crazy before hanging up the phone. But the Taiwanese guy immediately said, "Friend, because of the videotape, Inspector Zhang is also investigating you."
The evidence that Inspector Cheung wanted to destroy, and that Inspector Wong had lost his keys, was in the hands of Fok Kei.
He also filmed the scene of Inspector Cheung's transaction with the newspaper.
In his attempt to snatch the videotape, he even smashed a rock onto Inspector Cheung's balding head.
But besides Nie Jiajun and Chen Rou, only they should know these things. How did this stranger find out?
Huo Qi pondered for a moment and said, "The 16th floor is the police station, the Chief Executive's office."
Surely Inspector Cheung wouldn't be so stupid as to hide evidence in his office, would he?
But what Huo Qi heard was something so outrageous.
The other party said, "Believe it or not, if you don't believe me, just pretend I never hit you, 8!"
Huo Qi was clever enough to understand what this person meant, and took the initiative to ask, "What do you want me to do?"
The person making the call was Wan Daozai. He was standing near a public phone booth not far from the police station. There was a police sanitation cart nearby. He briefly described the location and said, "Come and push the cart; you'll need it."
The police sanitation garbage truck is the only vehicle in the entire police station that can enter the building without undergoing security checks.
If Huo Qi wanted to go undercover and infiltrate his superior's office, this would be his best option.
The difference is that if it were him, he would just push a garbage truck in.
The garbage truck the stranger gave him not only had a disguised Sony miniature camcorder on the lid, which currently costs tens of thousands of yuan, but after examining the handle, he was shocked to discover that there was actually a small shotgun hidden inside the plastic handle, cleverly concealed yet inconspicuous.
He was a little suspicious, thinking that Chen Ke and his group might be helping him behind the scenes.
Of course, he was also afraid, afraid that Inspector Cheung would find out he was investigating him and deliberately lure him into arresting him.
But it didn't matter anymore. Since they couldn't find the 911, Huo Qi used this hunting rifle to take Zhang Sir down with him.
Yes, that night was the first time in A Yuan's life that he stayed in a hotel.
Although the hotel was also his property, the wet nurse and nanny were not there. In the huge room with floor-to-ceiling windows and an unbeatable sea view, there was only a round big bed. Daddy had already given A Yuan a bath early and lay with him on the super big bed. A Yuan rolled around, or rode on Daddy's head, or sat on Daddy's belly. Daddy told him illustrated stories until A Yuan was tired of playing and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.
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