books44 Chapter 923 No, this is called an open conspiracy!
Chapter 923 No, this is called an open conspiracy!
Junichiro's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm: "I don't understand what you mean. I am a prisoner of war, according to international conventions..."
"Prisoner of war my ass! What, you want to fight us again right now?"
"Prisoner of war? You're a fucking spy! The kind who has no human rights!"
Zhao Gang was furious when he heard that Junichiro was still trying to associate himself with prisoners of war, and he pointed at Junichiro's nose and cursed him.
Old Wang raised his hand to interrupt him, calmly took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, glanced at it, and then slowly said: "Kobe Steel... OG unit... steam cooling flue, pressure loss less than 2.5 kPa."
Junichiro, who was still trying to crack a joke, suddenly had his pupils contract!
OG System!
This is the core of LD furnace gas recovery! They actually... understood it?!
Before he could process the shock, Old Wang seemed to casually read a few unimportant words, then picked up another slip of paper and continued in that bland tone: "Minas Gerais State... high-grade, low-phosphate ore... adjust parameters."
"Boom!" Like a thunderclap, it exploded in his mind! Junichiro's body visibly stiffened, his blood seemingly freezing instantly. They even knew this? They even knew the specific mineral source and the direction of their adjustments!
Old Wang seemed quite satisfied with his reaction, and pulled out a third slip of paper. This time, his gaze carried a hint of cold mockery as he slowly read: "Football Kingdom... São Paulo... Technological Enclave... Independent."
With a "thud," Junichiro could no longer hold on and slid off the chair, collapsing onto the floor, his face ashen and his body drenched in cold sweat.
It's over, it's over!
It's not that the other party doesn't understand; it's that they understand it too thoroughly!
Seeing Junichiro completely break down, Old Wang leisurely put away the note, raising an eyebrow slightly:
"Actually, we might not necessarily be unable to... cooperate."
"You trade security for technology, how about it? You provide the knowledge we need, and we'll keep your secrets... secrets that shouldn't be known by others. It's a fair deal."
……
Meanwhile, in Qingdao.
Outside the small, ivy-covered house facing the sea, several figures escorted a group of elderly people as they slowly returned from the beach. The sea breeze lifted the corners of their clothes, carrying a salty, damp scent, but it couldn't dispel the relaxed smiles among them.
One of them, while combing his hair, pointed at the naval officer and grumbled:
"It's your doing again! This is such a big beach, with such beautiful scenery, how come there are only a few of us wandering around here? You guys! Always so afraid of this and that! You should trust the masses! I..."
The old man stopped abruptly mid-sentence, his sharp gaze landing on the naval captain's unnaturally clasped right hand behind his back. A knowing glint flashed in his eyes as if he'd remembered something.
"Oh... I remember now. You caught a big fish, you little brat, you didn't want anyone to see the splashes from the 'big fish'?"
The naval leader stood at attention:
"Yes!"
"Originally, some team members wanted to go and conduct interviews, but then we received a special request from a junior colleague at the base who explained the pros and cons. After considering it, we persuaded them all to go back temporarily!"
"There are fewer people on the beach today... It's a workday, and we also contacted the management committee a couple of days ago to ask people not to come to this area for the time being, so we're a bit short-staffed..."
The old man nodded, a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "You reacted quickly, and your excuse was quite thorough. Alright, let's not talk about this for now."
He suddenly beckoned to the naval leader and commanded in a somewhat friendly tone, "Come on, give me a salute!"
"Huh?" The naval officer was taken aback. Although he didn't understand what he meant, he saw that the old man had stopped smiling and was looking at him seriously, so he raised his right arm without hesitation and gave a standard military salute.
However, just as he raised his hand, his vest, which had been hanging straight, was lifted up, revealing a small patch of skin at his waist and his shorts.
The two symmetrical holes, one on each side of the buttock, are clearly visible in the sunlight.
The other elderly people couldn't help but chuckle softly.
The old man circled him once, then sighed and asked, "What's your navy's budget this year?"
"Report! It accounts for 11.2% of the total defense budget!" the naval leader answered loudly, his face turning even redder.
“11.2%…” The old man nodded slightly, did some mental calculation, and said, “That’s not bad either, it’s several hundred million. You’re managing such a large fortune…”
At least Xiao Lou's clothes had a few patches, but yours are so bad, the patches are all over the place you can't see them... How can a commander who handles hundreds of millions a year dress like this!"
The old man paused for a moment, then said, "I approve of your request. You can also get two new outfits made! They must be new inside and out!"
These words elicited soft laughter from the other elderly men nearby.
Unexpectedly, the naval officer stiffened his neck and muttered defiantly, "Hey! Sir, these are all worn underneath, nobody can see them! The fabric is sturdy enough to cover... well, that's all! Besides..."
He glanced furtively at the old man's vest, which was also faded from washing and had several small holes faintly visible at the elbows, and mustered his courage to retort, "How about I make two sets, and you make two sets too! Your own vest is also patched upon patched..."
The old man was amused by his words, pointed at him with his finger, and said with a laugh, "Hey! You little rascal! You've even learned to checkmate me!"
Just then, a gentle-looking elderly man emerged from the bungalow with a stack of documents, interrupting the discussion about "clothes": "Alright, alright, you two stop arguing. You..."
He looked at the naval officer, "Make two new sets. You," then looked at the old man, "make two sets too. Feeling good? My treat!"
He handed the document to the elderly men, his tone gentle yet tinged with seriousness: "Here, take a look at this first. Our young comrade in Darian has given us a rather audacious challenge!"
"Oh, incredibly audacious? I know which young comrade it is!"
The old man immediately became interested, took the document, and said, "Oh dear, I was so busy joking that I forgot about him!" As he spoke, he very naturally took out half a pack of cigarettes from the slightly embarrassed naval officer's waist, lit one, took a deep drag, and then carefully began to read through it in the sea breeze.
As he read, his brow furrowed and relaxed at times, and his eyes sparkled with thoughtful reflection.
After a while, he raised his head, exhaled a wisp of smoke, and his face showed a complex expression that mixed surprise and admiration:
"Hey, we're enjoying a stroll and the breeze on the beach. This young comrade, on the other hand, has been working tirelessly over there, coming up with such a huge plan for us!"
The old man held the documents to his chest and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Alright then, regarding the clothes we were talking about earlier, make two extra sets for that young comrade and send them over together! I'll cover the cost with my royalties!"
"Oh? You're so happy? It seems you think this plan is feasible?"
Speaking of the plan in the document, the old man flicked his cigarette ash, smiled and nodded: "This kid's idea... how can he be considered a landlord like Huang Shiren?"
"We don't force people to sell their children, nor do we resort to extortion. We're exchanging the obstacles he's created for his original skills!"
"Use their resources to supplement our nation's development—that's called taking from the surplus to make up for the deficiency!"
"This is a perfectly legitimate and open strategy! It's something that's out in the open and can be seen by the light of day."
"Hahaha……"
"it is good!"