In a warehouse in an industrial area near Sham Shui Po in Hong Kong's New Territories, Chen Shufen and Yip Sai Wing were both dumbfounded when they saw the numerous pharmaceutical equipment and machines in front of them.
Ye Shirong ran over as fast as he could, read all the outer packaging boxes, and shouted excitedly:
"This is the YF-ZZX-K fully automated production line, exactly what we need. Wow, there are ten of them here. Oh, and there's also the YF-ZZX-G model, the latest model. They say each line costs over $8 million."
Ye Shirong was so excited. He had been worried about not being able to buy equipment before, but he didn't expect that in just one week, so many advanced production lines would appear in Hong Kong. This made him admire Chen Xia, the boss behind the scenes, even more.
At the same time, he secretly reminded himself that he must not offend such a person with great connections, otherwise he would die without knowing how. It is better to just hold on to his thigh honestly.
Chen Xia was a little anxious, afraid that he might have stolen the wrong thing and all his efforts would be in vain.
Now Japan is on high alert, and all sensitive equipment is under the strictest surveillance. It is impossible for him to steal things easily anymore. This is a one-time deal.
"Old Ye, how are things going? Are there any problems with these production lines?"
"No problem, no problem. This is all we need. We are a developed country."
Chen Shuqin was more worried and quietly pulled her nephew's hand: "Xiao Xia, how did you get so many devices?"
Of course, Chen Xia couldn't tell the truth. In fact, even if he said that he had space to sell goods, Chen Shuqin would not believe it. After all, this was beyond human cognition.
He wanted to stabilize his aunt, and more importantly, stabilize the "outsider" Ye Shirong, Vice President Ye, so he deliberately said:
"Of course these production lines didn't enter the country legally. I smuggled them in through my friends in the Japanese underworld, so you must keep this a secret. Then, pry off all the nameplates on the production line and leave no obvious evidence."
Chen Shuqin was not so easy to fool. She still had many questions in her mind, but she didn't dare to ask too many questions since Ye Shirong was present.
On the contrary, a nerd like Yip Sai Wing believed Chen Xia's nonsense. He said that Hong Kong has always been a free port with many social organizations, so smuggling activities are actually very rampant. This reason is also tenable.
"Boss, don't worry, only the three of us know about this, and we promise it won't be leaked."
Chen Xia patted Ye Shirong's shoulder and turned to say, "Aunt, Vice President Ye will be the business leader of our Pumpkin Vine in the future. I think the annual salary should be raised."
Chen Shuqin rolled her eyes quietly, "Don't worry, Shirong, I won't treat him unfairly."
With the assurances of his two bosses, Yip Sai Wing was beaming with joy. While others couldn't even keep their jobs during the economic crisis, he was still getting a pay raise. So what was there to be dissatisfied about? Just follow his bosses.
As soon as the three people came out of the warehouse, Hu Jianfeng immediately sent people to surround the warehouse to ensure that not a single mouse could get in.
According to Chen Xia's plan, five pharmaceutical production lines will be initially invested in the mainland, and the remaining ones will be kept as reserves. This will be the focus of work in 1984.
Chen Xia's pharmaceutical empire will take an important step. It will no longer be a small-scale operation, but will establish a modern pharmaceutical company.
Taking advantage of the fact that the mainland's reform and opening up has entered a deep water zone, he wants to be a pig standing in the wind.
After that, Chen Xia no longer cared about the affairs of the pharmaceutical factory. All he was thinking about was how to hand over those precision instruments.
It is definitely not possible to do it openly. Foreign intelligence agencies are not vegetarians. As long as he dares to hand over the machine, the Japanese will send ninjas to make him reincarnate again.
But he can't just throw five-axis lathes and photolithography machines onto the street, right?
This would not only easily lead to leaks of secrets, but the key is that he would be afraid of encountering an old lady who doesn't know the value of the items and would take them directly to a scrap collection station, and then all his work would be in vain.
These machines must be handed over to the relevant departments in a top-secret manner in advance, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.
On the direct flight from Hong Kong to Beijing, Chen Xia kept thinking about this question.
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The courtyard house located in Yaer Hutong, Houhai has been almost renovated. This is not the future, so there is no need to install a sunroom or a swimming pool. Generally, they just restore the old house to its original state and install a flush toilet.
It was already evening when Chen Xia arrived at the Meiyuan in Beiping. Ying Yuanyue, Chen Zheng and others were eating hot pot in the house. When they saw Chen Xia come in, everyone was very surprised.
"Xiao Xia, you're here."
"Brother Zheng, Brother Tian, what are you eating? Oh, Master Ying, you look good."
"Chen Zheng went to the market and bought a few pounds of mutton. We're enjoying our meal. You came just in time. Let's join in."
Ying Yuanyue quickly stood up. The person who came was his boss. As a businessman from the old society, he was very disciplined and knew his limits. In the words of later generations, he had a strong sense of professional ethics.
That's why Chen Xia dared to confidently and boldly hand over the task of purchasing antiques to him. If it were someone else, he would not only embezzle all the money, but also stuff a few fake items into your account, leaving you in tears after knowing the truth for decades.
Chen Xia doesn’t have much interest in other things, for example, he doesn’t like money, cough cough, but he cares a lot about food.
The hotpot in Peking is still the traditional charcoal hotpot, accompanied by the aroma of meat, which is very tempting and makes his mouth water.
Although the food he had eaten in Japan before was exquisite, it was too light and the portions were small. They were particularly fond of seafood sashimi and the like, which was actually not to his liking.
Chen Xia likes to eat meat and is very loving to small animals, and he can’t miss it at every meal.
Everyone enjoyed the meal very much. Chen Xia even took out a few bottles of Moutai to comfort his cousins. Although Peking is prosperous, it is not his hometown after all. They must miss home a lot, right?
After dinner, Chen Xia and several Chen brothers went to clean up, and Ying Yuanyue accompanied him to the main room.
The main house has been renovated. Since it is the master bedroom, Ying Yuanyue and Chen Zheng never come here.
The layout of the main house is traditional, with a living room in the middle, a master bedroom on the east side, and a study on the west side. When Chen Xia entered the house, he saw that the three rooms were full of antiques.
From porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jade ornaments, to the four treasures of the study, lacquerware, embroidery, bronzeware, Buddha statues, gilded objects, etc., there is everything. The antique shelves are filled, the tables are filled, and even the floor is filled.
"Wow, Master Ying, have you collected all these in the past few months?"
Ying Yuanyue seemed very proud. "These are only a part of them. They are fine pieces that can be used as heirlooms, so I put them in the main room. I also put many other antiques in the backyard. The account book is with Comrade Chen Zheng. I spent about 500,000 yuan."
Chen Xia's eyes were shining.
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