At this moment, Jin Xin glanced at Zhao Shanhai a few more times. How could this middle-aged man, who was not particularly ambitious, gain Xing Baohua's trust and control so much money?
"Wait, this person isn't on Xing Baohua's management list! Could it be that the investigation is thorough enough?" Jin Xin kept thinking to himself.
After much thought, all they could say was that their bureau hadn't fully investigated Xing Baohua's capabilities, such as the fact that Xing Baohua had once had billions of yuan in funds controlled by this man surnamed Zhao.
What was this 10 billion yuan fund used for?
The meeting is over; the rest is up to the two of them to handle.
On the way back, Zhao Shanhai asked Xing Baohua what to pay attention to when cooperating with China Merchants Group.
"As I told you before, Vice President Liu helped us make the connection. We had some money in the US that we couldn't get out, right? In the beginning, the General Trade Commission helped us with that, but it was a complete mess, and I got fed up with it. This time, the China Merchants Group is a much bigger player with a larger investment. They said they'd spend a certain amount, and we just need to take out the money we have in the US and throw it out there."
"The company you're asked to set up is to deal with them; the money will still come from the Cayman Islands account," Xing Baohua instructed.
"Does this mean we can get projects from them?" Zhao Shanhai said.
"You want to earn some extra money? Talk to Jin Xin, but be careful of that woman, she's very shrewd. I almost fell for her tricks," Xing Baohua warned again.
Zhao Shanhai nodded and echoed, "Wearing so little, this woman doesn't look like a good person."
Xing Baohua was also a little worried. He didn't know if they were good or bad people, but what kind of reaction would occur when two shrewd people got together?
The smuggler that Camel Brother hired was a fishing boat that departed around 1 p.m., charging HKD 80,000 per person. Fifteen people, over a million HKD—Camel Brother didn't ask Xing Baohua to pay for this.
Xing Baohua assigned one of the programmers from his hometown to accompany him, while the rest were trainees. Including Xing Baohua and his bodyguard, there were exactly fifteen people.
Each person had only two changes of clothes; the rest of their luggage was filled with equipment and hard drives.
Two small servers were also packed in a large suitcase filled with foam strips for shock absorption.
Around 10 p.m., we transferred to a local boat in the waters off Ryukyu.
Xing Baohua set foot on the Ryukyu Islands at around 3 a.m.
The service team, which arrived ahead of time, had already helped them with their car and found them a rented yard.
This location is 2.3 kilometers from the US base.
The logistics staff who arrived early had already prepared a map for Xing Baohua. Although it was a civilian map, some places had already been marked.
The telecommunications building is located in the basement, with the server room situated in the underground level.
And the actual geographical location of the US base as marked by Xing Baohua based on the IP address.
Xing Baohua wasn't so arrogant as to use his small force to try and infiltrate the US base. The markings are for visually estimating the distance of the fiber optic cable.
With current fiber optic technology, nodes have reached a range of 50 kilometers.
Coincidentally, the distance between the base station and the data center is also about ten kilometers.
The biggest challenge now is getting into the telecommunications equipment room, which is a key unit. Xing Baohua hasn't found out the security situation yet, but according to our country's standards, it's a military base stationed in Wuhan.
Xing Baohua actually wanted to use Zhao Shanhai's child, but felt that what she was doing was too big, and was afraid that if she didn't do it right, she would ruin the child's life.
After all, the fewer people who know, the better.
This has led to his current lack of knowledge about the security capabilities of the operator's data center.
Even if they find out, there must be someone on guard inside! How can we resolve this within forty minutes without being discovered?
Xing Baohua asked the trainees, "Have you all used the equipment before?"
Does target practice count?
"Yes, when?" Xing Baohua continued to ask.
"When I first started school, during military training, I fired five or six dozen bullets, and my shoulder ached for a week!" one of the trainees said.
Xing Baohua scratched his head, thankfully he was prepared.
Clap your hands, and the logistics staff will bring over three large boxes. Open one box, and it will be full of handheld weapons.
"The Beretta M9, a domestically made noodle-style weapon, just the American version. Install a silencer, everyone try it out. I don't expect you to be very accurate, just for your survival. My guards will teach you how to use it." After Xing Baohua finished speaking, he let the trainees choose their preferred weapon.
The programmer from my hometown asked nervously, "Boss, do I have one too?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't explain it clearly to you before, but this time..."
Before he could finish speaking, the programmer, still looking nervous, said, "I've loved this thing since I was a kid, but I never had the chance to try it out. This time, let me have a good time. Don't worry, I promise I won't flinch."
Xing Baohua thought this person was blind, but it turned out that he was just nervous because he was happy.
Seeing Geng Xin pulling the socket back and forth, I knew she had experience with equipment. I walked over and said, "Sorry, I didn't prepare a small one for you."
"It's okay, the 54 should be more powerful than this. I've tried the 54. I once got an 8.4 in 50 meters."
What could Xing Baohua say but give a thumbs up?
The yard is fairly large, so we don't let them practice over long distances. They play indoors, with a distance of about five or six meters between them.
To let them experience the feel of the gun, and to prevent accidents like bullets ricocheting off the wall due to the short distance and confined space, the logistics team prepared sandbags in advance. These were nylon bags filled with soil, and they piled up more than a dozen bags for them to shoot at for fun.
After working on it until morning, and having breakfast, Xing Baohua finally let everyone rest. But he didn't rest; instead, he had someone take him to inspect the surrounding environment of the computer room.
Let's take a look at the outside first.
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