Lin Zhengyi spent another sleepless night at home.
Watanabe Yuya was in a daze in his room at the city guest house.
Under the bright white fluorescent lamp, he sat upright on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at himself in the full-length mirror, sometimes blankly, sometimes baring his teeth, sometimes letting out a silent roar.
It's weird and lasts a long time.
The mobile phone rang...
Watanabe immediately returned to normal as soon as he saw the number. After the call was connected, he answered in a deep voice: "I'm Watanabe, who is that?"
The call was from Qin Hao, who spoke in a gloomy tone, "Mr. Watanabe, I'm afraid we are in a little trouble?"
Watanabe's ambition was tense, "What happened?"
"That guy Karl is a bit weird." Qin Hao whispered: "I accompanied him to the headquarters of the Holy Light Group today. He yelled again and always said some weird things."
"Karl is your friend, I am not familiar with him." Watanabe asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"
The three foreigners came to Tianyang as a private operation. They only notified their respective companies and clubs, but they were unable to get any support in this small place of Tianyang.
When they arrived in Tianyang, Qin Hao seemed quite anxious.
He seemed to be completely free, but he did not dare to go out casually. He always followed the tall and strong Karl, for fear that he would suddenly be captured by the imaginary "secret police".
But......
"Karl seems to be a little shaken. He actually asked me some weird questions today, such as how to deal with the Chinese.
He completely forgot the purpose of our trip and was always thinking about how to make money. That guy did not have a satisfactory life in Germany and was easily corrupted by money. Do you understand what I mean?"
Qin Hao's tone was anxious.
Watanabe understood, but he was not worried, "We have official status and have not engaged in any illegal affairs. Qin Sang, you seem to be too worried."
"No, no, no, the situation is probably worse than we imagined.
I received a call from the headquarters today. There are channels proving that many machine tool factories in the Imperial City have updated their cutting tools and their processing capabilities have experienced explosive growth.
This has caused damage to the interests of many European and American traders. They have to sell their goods at lower prices and are considering adjusting the embargo list.
So our previous suspicions have been confirmed, and there are indeed people secretly exporting embargoed goods.
The information you got in the Imperial Capital before is also correct. Tianyang’s ‘Holy Light Group’ has strong smuggling channels. This thing seems very strange.”
"You doubt Karl?"
"I'm not sure. I just think he's a little abnormal. I'm just reminding you to be careful about this German guy next time. He may be acting with us."
Qin Hao talked a lot about the car, and Watanabe thanked the other party for the reminder. By the time he hung up the phone, an hour had passed.
Karl's matter did not bother Watanabe. He knew very well that with the current international relations, there would be no danger as long as he did not do anything too extreme.
On the contrary, Watanabe was suddenly appointed as the director of a battery factory with less than 500 employees during the day, which greatly stimulated Watanabe.
In Japan, where seniority is emphasized, sudden promotion is impossible. Although the Tianyang Battery Factory is very poor, he feels indescribable excitement about it...
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Watanabe woke up from his reverie, walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.
It's Karl, that fat German guy.
It's past eleven o'clock at night. It's so late, why is this guy here?
After opening the door, Karl sighed first, "Sorry, Mr. Watanabe, for bothering you so late."
"Is something wrong?" Watanabe asked.
Fatty Karl sighed again in trouble, "If it's convenient, I'd like to ask a few questions."
"Then come in." Watanabe opened the door.
Karl walked into the room, embedded himself on the sofa like a big potato, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Watanabe, what do you think of the current situation?"
Such straightforward words asked nothing at all. Watanabe had dealt with Westerners a lot, so he asked with a straight face: "Mr. Karl, I don't understand what you mean?"
Karl leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "I did some research today and called many friends in Hong Kong and Japan. There is a situation worthy of our attention..."
The fat German seemed to want to show off, but Watanabe remained unmoved and kept a straight face.
"It is really possible for the 'Shengguang' Group to pay us a monthly salary of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. Although this company has only been established for a short time, it is quite strong."
Watanabe still had a straight face.
Karl hesitated for a few seconds, "What I mean is that maybe we can work in this small city for a few months and make some money. As for the smuggling, let's leave it alone for now. What do you think?"
Watanabe still made no comment.
Karl couldn't help it anymore, and he raised his voice, "Watanabe, how much was your income in the past month? Is it one hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars? This is equivalent to more than twenty thousand US dollars.
No professor in Germany can earn such a high salary. This is too exaggerated.
I have no orders now, and the import and export company in this country has abandoned me. But I have three children to raise, and I am under great pressure.
I met with President Zhou of Holy Light today. He is a very nice young man. He took me to visit the company headquarters. Their office equipment is no worse than that of large German companies.
The president just spent 300 million Hong Kong dollars to purchase many assets in this city. He promised me that as long as I could renovate that damn factory-run technical school, he would pay me a monthly salary that I couldn't refuse.
I went to that technical school and it was a terrible place. Technical training in this country is still in a very primitive state.
But because of this, it is not difficult to improve the level of education. I already have a full set of ideas. The president is also willing to invest millions of dollars in schools. He attaches great importance to education.
I am a top student majoring in mechanics at Humboldt University. I have an in-depth understanding of engines, transmissions, machine tools, and computers. I have enough ability to manage a school well.
In just three months, I can make that school look brand new. In two years, that school can train junior technicians. Give me ten years, and I can build an education palace."
What Carl said was extremely exaggerated. Watanabe had been listening coldly, but then he said, "Karl, do you want to stay here for ten years?"
Uh..., the fat German man rubbed his hands awkwardly again and shrugged his shoulders, "If there is enough salary, why not?"
"Would you like to live in this terrible, broken city?"
"This city has an airport. I can fly to the Imperial Capital and Magic City every week, and I can even go to Hong Kong or Southeast Asia for vacation. The school also has three months of paid leave every year, so I can travel around the world."
"You are not going to investigate the smuggling of prohibited items?"
"Well..., so I want to discuss with you, can you postpone it for a few months? At least let me earn enough 100,000 US dollars. I am already over 40 years old, and I must consider retirement.
What about you..., don’t you need retirement care?”
Karl kept talking non-stop, basically pouring out all his ideas. Watanabe still had a dead face, neither saying yes nor bad, only saying he would consider it.
This ambiguous attitude shocked the fat man, and he felt that Watanabe would definitely refuse to agree. He walked out of the room dejectedly, said good night and left.
"Mr. Karl." Watanabe called from the door.
"What?" Karl stopped listlessly.
"Have you told Qin Hao what you think?"
"Anderson? That guy is not trustworthy. He doesn't even want to pay for sex with women." Karl waved his hand and sneered disdainfully: "Converts are worse than dogs. They have no loyalty at all."