Xing Baohua worked in the safety studio all day, and then took turns to rest. Several people from the domestic Korean team came, including the superconducting materials expert that Xing Baohua needed.
There were also three special people, but Xing Baohua didn't know why they were special; they just glanced at Xing Baohua and then disappeared.
Xie Yingying called Xing Baohua again; the Governor's secretary had called once more. This time it was a time they had set, and Xing Baohua had to go.
This is the Hong Kong Chief Executive, the boss. No matter what, we're still on his turf, so we have to give him some face.
The fact that they didn't cause him any trouble because of GCHQ shows that they might not have suffered in silence!
Let's go and see. He's just the head of Hong Kong. What else can he do besides make money? If he loses the governor, will the Eagle still have the resources to send ships over?
The Falklands War showed that the Hawkes had completely declined, losing six ships to an unprepared Flying Eagle with only a few Exocet missiles.
And we seem to have a lot of things similar to flying fish.
The time is around the afternoon, and the location is a golf course near Repulse Bay.
People in wealthy circles all know Xing Baohua's ball skills, and very few people ask him to play.
I heard he bought an aircraft carrier to practice his game so he could play on the deck. Just thinking about how he digs the ground and comparing it to playing on the deck makes my stomach hurt a little, but I'm laughing.
Before leaving, Xing Baohua gave instructions on the work arrangements, asking the quantum materials experts to find and organize the information on superconducting materials and quantum superconducting technology from a large amount of data.
With so much data to review by two people, it could take several years. Of course, this is just the initial screening.
Xing Baohua instructed the others to try to create a search software that could search for terms such as superconductivity, superconducting materials, temperature, quantum, and quantum computers. This would greatly reduce the time required for the two experts.
After assigning tasks, Xing Baohua led the guards to the agreed location.
They arrived early, selecting clubs and comparing them, then practicing swinging them as if they were hitting a ball.
There wasn't a pretty female coach to teach him, and even the caddies kept their distance and watched him from two meters away.
A short while later, the Hong Kong Chief brought over a middle-aged man who was slightly taller than Xing Baohua. The Chief looked like a little old man. He was rather short, and Xing Baohua knew that this was the little old Scottish man who had been appointed to the post in a time of crisis.
The imposing middle-aged man looked Xing Baohua up and down with an arrogant gaze, his face serious, as if he wanted to give Xing Baohua a mental blow.
Xing Baohua ignored him, greeted the Chief Executive of Hong Kong with a smile, and even said something ridiculous: "The weather is nice today, you look very energetic."
“Thank you. This is Lieutenant Colonel Douglas. He has some questions for you,” the port chief said.
"Doug?" Xing Baohua deliberately mispronounced the word, mainly because there's a word in English that sounds the same as "dog".
The middle-aged man wasn't angry; instead, he solemnly added the second half of Xing Baohua's sentence: "Mr. Ras, could we speak in private for a moment?"
Xing Baohua nodded in agreement and walked along the lawn. When he was almost in the middle, he took out a jammer from his pocket and turned on the uninterrupted listening device.
"Speak, what do you want to see me about?" Xing Baohua asked.
"We have someone in your hands, can we get them back?"
"Exchange! What can I exchange?" Xing Baohua suddenly squinted at the other party. Whenever Xing Baohua squinted, it meant that he was about to get angry.
The word "change" likely refers to someone important to Xing Baohua.
"Would you believe me if I said our men were manipulated? The elite troops stationed in J launched an attack on your guards under their own name without my knowledge. Our intelligence department has investigated and found that a Captain Hendry is from an intelligence agency and was the one who carried out the attack. I want to exchange intelligence for your personnel," Douglas said.
“Your expression and demeanor make me very uncomfortable. Listen, Douglas, put aside your pride and we can talk.”
Douglas shrugged indifferently and continued, "Give me back my men, and I'll give you a piece of advice: if you don't agree, your ship won't be allowed into Hong Kong!"
"real?"
"You can try it if you don't believe me."
"Thanks, I like that kind of threat! And I mean it, I won't let you see anyone!"
"Why? You seem quite excited."
“Talking to a brute like that really doesn’t require much brainpower. He bled to death. To prevent him from being found, my men put him on a boat and threw him into the sea overnight. Where am I supposed to find him for you? Catch a few fish that ate him?” Xing Baohua said, spreading his hands.
"And you owe me an explanation for the number of my men who died!"
“That was Hendry’s personal behavior and has nothing to do with us. Can you guarantee that my men have been fed to the fish?” Douglas asked.
"Hmm!" Xing Baohua nodded in response.
"If your ship encounters any obstacles, remember to look for me." After saying this, the man turned and strode over to the old man at the port, saluted him, and then left.
Xing Baohua stood there for a while, then laughed. His laughter caught the old man's attention, and the old man stared at him.
If Hong Kong doesn't allow entry, where will Xing Baohua's ship go? It's a pity he can't play golf in Hong Kong, but he can play in Shenzhen or Shanghai!
As for the Americans' reluctance, there's nothing we can do about it. It's your brothers who won't let us into the port, so we have to find a place for the ship to dock.
Walking up to the Chief Executive, Xing Baohua took the club from the caddie, swung it at the air, and said to the Chief Executive, "Mr. Wei, can you tell me why GCHQ ordered the elite troops stationed in J to attack my people?"
"Sorry, I can't answer you. Didn't you ask about Glass just now? And where did you get the information that GCHQ commanded the elite troops stationed in J to attack you? Could it be that someone is trying to sow discord between us and cause a misunderstanding so they can profit from it?" The port chief said softly, standing by the ball and gently waving it, sending the ball flying far away.
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