Chapter 194 Yaozu in the Mountain Village (Part 9) Beep! The Striving to be a Good Person is underway...
The next morning, Simson had just forked a fried egg into his mouth when the phone next to him suddenly rang.
The person on the other end of the phone was the property manager of Simson's villa. He apologized and said that during the security patrol last night, they unexpectedly discovered that there was a problem with their villa, and asked if they had time to come over today.
Because of his work, Simson bought a villa with a garden in Beijing, where he often stays when he comes to China on business trips.
He spread butter on his bread, listening uneasily as his secretary relayed the story: "Sir, the property management staff said that last night, security personnel saw a dark figure climbing down from the second-floor balcony, carrying something on its back. After spotting the unidentified person, the security personnel immediately gave chase, but failed to catch them; those damned thieves got away. They said you should go back quickly to check if any valuables are missing and whether you should call the police."
Simson's expression immediately darkened, and he quickly led his men back to the villa.
The villa's living room was a mess; sofa cushions were overturned, and books were scattered all over the floor. Simson went to the master bedroom and discovered that the safe in the closet had been forcibly pried open, and his collection of Chinese antiques and valuables was gone!
"Sir, isn't there a whole-house surveillance system installed in the villa? You can turn on the cameras and take a look," the secretary reminded him from behind.
Simson nodded slightly, signaling his secretary to pull up the surveillance footage from last night.
On the screen, a Chinese man in a black hoodie used long pliers to snap the iron fence in the backyard, while two other men each held a gleaming dagger. They pried open a window, climbed into the kitchen, and then went directly into the villa.
"Mon Dieu!"
Simson instinctively gripped the back of his chair, watching the surveillance footage of the thugs ransacking the villa with knives. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had insisted on returning to the villa last night and staying there as usual; he himself would likely be lying on the floor now, not among these books.
Given the viciousness of these thugs, Simson was absolutely certain they would take his life.
That noon, Simson, accompanied by the property manager and his secretary, went to the police station to report the case. The officer who received him, recognizing him as a foreign friend visiting China on business, immediately notified his superiors.
The higher authorities in Beijing attached great importance to this armed burglary case. They quickly issued instructions, requiring the Beijing police to mobilize forces to search for the suspect throughout the city. The police officer in charge of the case reassured Simson with a serious face: "Comrade, rest assured, we in China will definitely solve the case as soon as possible and give you a satisfactory answer."
"Thank you, officer."
Because Simson reported the crime promptly and provided the police with crucial video surveillance evidence, the three suspects were apprehended near the Beijing bus station within just two days.
Simson hadn't expected that the word "as soon as possible" would come so quickly. That afternoon, he arrived at the Beijing Police Department with his sister Bellis, his secretary, and others, carrying generous gifts, to express his gratitude to the officers in charge of the case.
"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"
Bailis repeatedly expressed her gratitude in broken Chinese, while Simson shook the police captain's hand and gestured for his secretary to hand over the carefully prepared thank-you gift.
"Comrade, there are organizational regulations that forbid us from taking even a needle or thread from the masses! We'll accept your thanks, but please take the things back!"
Upon hearing this, Simson gave a thumbs up.
The swift resolution of this armed burglary case gave the Beijing police, who handled the case, a significant boost in their profile. Coupled with Simson's reputation and status, the incident quickly made it onto the Beijing evening news, with numerous newspapers and media outlets vying to report on it, making many of the officers involved feel immensely proud.
After the matter was settled, Simson immediately called Song Ce, insisting on inviting him to dinner.
"Song, I've made a reservation at Jiameng. Please do me the honor of coming. I really want to thank you properly!"
In the restaurant, Simson personally stood up to pour red wine for Song Ce, his eyes full of gratitude: "Song, I only found out yesterday that those three thieves had criminal records. They had been to prison before for burglary. If it weren't for you, I would not only have suffered property loss, but I might have even lost my life!"
Song Ce waved his hand and smiled, "Mr. Simson, you flatter me."
"No matter what, Song, I, Simson, will always remember your kindness." With that, he put down his wine glass, took out a gold-embossed business card from his suit pocket, and handed it to Song Ce, saying earnestly, "Song, this is my personal number. If you need anything in the future, please be sure to contact me."
Song Ce smiled, did not refuse, and solemnly accepted it.
In the original owner's memories, Simson, the foreign general manager of AENA, and his sister Bellis returned to the villa to stay. Late that night, three unemployed youths from a county in northern China broke into the villa with knives to steal. They accidentally made some noise and were caught red-handed by Simson, who was always a light sleeper.
These three were already vicious criminals; they immediately and brutally murdered Simson and his sister Belles with knives. Before dying, Simson gritted his teeth and forcefully pressed the hidden alarm bell inside the villa.
Because Simson promptly reported the crime, the three perpetrators were arrested within two hours of the incident. Under interrogation, they quickly confessed to their crimes and were subsequently sentenced to death by the court.
Three days after the incident, Simson and Bellis's parents rushed from France to Beijing. Suppressing their grief, they wrote a letter to the Beijing court, arguing that the sentences handed down to the three perpetrators were too harsh. While shocked and heartbroken by their children's deaths, they believed that the three criminals should not be deprived of their right to live.
Later, the original owner learned through television that France had abolished the death penalty as early as 1981. There, no matter how serious the crime, the maximum punishment is only life imprisonment. Therefore, after brutally murdering Qin Chuxia's parents and sister, the original owner, desperate and hiding in the village watching the news, suddenly remembered this incident and impulsively drove the stolen car that very night, intending to leave Beijing for France...
"Song?"
Simson's voice pulled Song Ce back to his senses. He came to his senses and saw Simson looking at him with concern.
"It's nothing, I just remembered something else."
Simson nodded, didn't press further, and instead smiled and started talking about other topics.
Upon learning that Simson's visit to China was to purchase a batch of components, Song Ce put down his wine glass and asked seriously, "Mr. Simson, I wonder if Zhenye Manufacturing is within AENA's consideration?"
Getting down to business, a hint of professional seriousness flashed in Simson's eyes: "Song, AENA needs a large number of high-quality and inexpensive circuit boards to develop new products. Currently, we have contacted eight suppliers, and Zhenye Manufacturing, which you mentioned, is not on our list of suppliers."
At this point, Simson paused, then asked half-jokingly, "Song, is Zhenye Manufacturing your family's business?"
Song Ce smiled slightly, took out a few parameter sheets from his bag and handed them to Simson, saying, "It's a company owned by a very close uncle of mine. If there's an opportunity in the future, perhaps this uncle will become my father-in-law."
Simson was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.
"Song, you're really something! For your happiness for the rest of your life, I'll have to take a good look at their products!" With that, Simson took the specification sheet and began to examine it carefully.
As a seasoned veteran in the electronics industry, Simson immediately recognized that the parameters of the RB303 circuit board manufactured by Zhenye did indeed meet AENA's procurement requirements. However, why did these parameters look so familiar?
“Song, these figures do look good, but the yield rate in actual production is also very important, and I have to pay attention to that.” Simson took a sip of red wine and smiled. “Perhaps we can visit Zhenye Manufacturing to inspect their production line. If all goes well, AENA’s first order could be for 50,000 circuit boards.”
"no problem!"
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Song Ce spoke calmly, "Mr. Simson, Zhenye Manufacturing welcomes you to visit us at any time. I am confident that Zhenye Manufacturing's production lines and product quality will not disappoint you."
Simson nodded, and then chatted with Song Ce about Chinese customs and culture before ending the dinner.
After leaving the Jiameng Hotel, Song Ce immediately dialed Qin Zhenguo's number.
"Xiao Ce, are you serious? Your uncle really wants to come to our Zhenye manufacturing site to see the RB303 circuit board production line?" On the other end of the phone, Qin Zhenguo jumped up from his office chair, his voice full of excitement.
“It’s absolutely true, Uncle Qin.”
Holding his phone, Song Ce could clearly hear Qin Zhenguo's excited breathing on the other end. "My uncle said that as long as the circuit board production line and product parameters are fine, he is interested in cooperating with Zhenye Manufacturing."
"Good! Good! Good!" Qin Zhenguo paced back and forth in his office, saying repeatedly, "I'll go and make some preparations right away! Xiao Ce, when does your uncle want to come over?"
Song Ce couldn't help but laugh. "Uncle Qin, don't be too nervous. Just perform at your usual level. My uncle told me he'd like to visit Zhenye Manufacturing at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Would that be convenient for you?"
"Convenient! Convenient! It's always convenient for me here! By the way, Xiao Ce, I still don't know how to address your uncle?"
"His name is Simson."
Qin Zhenguo was taken aback. Simson didn't sound like a Chinese name... But he didn't dwell on it too much. He simply assured him that he would lead all the employees of Zhenye Manufacturing to wait for "Uncle Xi" at the factory gate.
At this time, Liu Yuchong, who knew nothing about all this, had already asked Qin Zhenguo for leave and quietly went to a private club.
Inside the private room, Zhong Minde, the CEO of Deli Electronics, leaned back comfortably on the leather sofa, a cigar between his fingers, and said with a half-smile, "Director Liu, it seems you didn't manage to do that thing I asked you to do last time!"
"Mr. Zhong!" Liu Yuchong quickly stepped forward, looking flustered, and said, "I didn't expect this either! A kid suddenly appeared on the day of the auction and ruined everything! If it weren't for him, that old bastard Qin Zhenguo would have already won that vase—"
"Oh?" Zhong Minde squinted and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
"President Zhong, you have no idea, that kid looks young, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve! He told Qin Zhenguo that he has some uncle who can buy a batch of goods from Zhenye, and he's got Qin Zhenguo completely fooled! These past few days, Qin Zhenguo hasn't done anything but sit in his office by the phone, waiting for that kid's so-called uncle to contact him! In my opinion, that kid is probably just bluffing him!"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Minde couldn't help but sneer: "Trying to fool me? I doubt it."
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Author's Note: [Roses][Roses][Roses]
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