PDLP Chapter 121 You don't want to end up in jail for questioning, do you?
Chapter 121 You don't want to end up in jail for questioning, do you?
The top floor of the Longji Group headquarters building.
A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, the newly appointed financial director, was placing a report in front of Lin Chen with trembling hands.
"Mr. Lin... after we take over all of Jianghai Club's assets, what will be the market valuation of Longji Fresh?"
He swallowed hard.
"It has already... surpassed five billion."
The office was quiet.
Lin Chen turned his gaze from the window and saw the figure of five billion on the report.
He waved his hand, and the CFO quickly left.
After the office door closed, Lin Chen responded in his mind.
[Congratulations, host, on completing the milestone mission—conquering the entire province.]
[Task Reward: 10 System Points.]
[Special Reward: Unlocks the Level 4 Shop Advanced Black Technology - Deep Diver I, and the complete set of manufacturing blueprints.]
Lin Chen tapped his finger on the table, and a three-dimensional structural diagram unfolded before his eyes.
The drawings show a streamlined outer shell, modular functional areas, a sophisticated robotic arm, and a superconducting electromagnetic propulsion system.
There was a knock on the office door, and Zhou Dazhuang, a big guy, squeezed in, holding an oil wrench in his hand. He had just rushed over from the workshop.
"Boss, you called me?"
"Come and take a look at this."
Lin Chen projected the blueprints and shared them with Zhou Dazhuang.
As Zhou Dazhuang leaned closer to examine the parameters and structure on the blueprints, the wrench in his hand clattered onto the carpet.
"My God..."
Zhou Dazhuang rubbed his eyes, moved even closer, and opened his mouth slightly.
"Boss, this isn't blueprints, it's a prop from a sci-fi movie. Once this thing is built, it won't just be able to go underwater, it'll be able to fly out of Earth."
He pointed to one of the power structure modules.
"Superconducting electromagnetic propulsion? It doesn't even have a propeller; it moves forward by jetting water using electromagnetic fields? How much energy core would it take to power that?!"
Lin Chen pointed to the core part of the blueprint.
"We have a plan for the energy core, but what about the outer shell material? Take a look."
Zhou Dazhuang shifted his gaze to the label on the material.
"Special titanium alloy?"
He hissed.
"Boss, this isn't your average titanium alloy. The strength and compressive strength required by the blueprints are much higher than the standards for the hull of a military submarine. There are very few manufacturers in the whole country, let alone our province, that can produce this."
"What about the inventory?" Lin Chen asked.
Zhou Dazhuang frowned.
"There's no production line, but I've heard of a batch of inventory. It's from Han's Heavy Industry in the provincial capital. They imported a batch of special titanium alloy from Germany two years ago for military projects. The projects were canceled, and that batch of material has been sitting in their warehouse ever since."
"However, boss, Han Jianguo, the CEO of Han's Heavy Industry, is not easy to deal with. That old guy is a notorious shrew in the provincial capital, and... I heard that his relationship with the Jianghai Association is ambiguous."
Lin Chen stood up and picked up his coat from the back of the chair.
"Let's go and meet him."
……
In the afternoon, at the headquarters building of Han's Heavy Industry in the provincial capital.
In the chairman's office on the top floor, Han Jianguo, a fat man in his fifties, was brewing tea with a purple clay teapot, wearing a string of small-leaf sandalwood beads on his wrist.
He didn't even lift his eyelids, not even glancing at Lin Chen and Zhou Dazhuang opposite him. Sitting on the sofa next to him was Zhuge Ming, Lei Wanhai's strategist.
Zhuge Ming was dressed in a suit and leather shoes.
Han Jianguo smiled and said, "President Lin, you're young and promising."
He pushed a cup of tea in front of Lin Chen.
"A fishmonger who can build a business worth 5 billion yuan has really opened the eyes of us old guys who are in the real economy."
Han Jianguo took a sip of tea, leaned back in the boss's chair, and pointed at Zhou Dazhuang with his chin.
"I heard you want that batch of German goods in my warehouse?"
Zhou Dazhuang was about to speak when Lin Chen stopped him with a look.
Lin Chen picked up the teacup but didn't drink it; he just looked at the tea leaves inside.
"Name your price, Mr. Han."
Han Jianguo laughed, held out a hand, and flipped it over.
"ten times."
"Ten times the market price. Not a penny less."
Zhou Dazhuang jumped to his feet, his fists clenched. "Han Jianguo, are you fucking robbing me?!"
Han Jianguo didn't look up, but Zhuge Ming, who was standing next to him, spoke up.
"Master Zhou, you can't say that. This batch of materials from General Manager Han is one of a kind. One-of-a-kind items naturally come with a one-of-a-kind price. General Manager Lin is a large and wealthy family; surely he can afford such a small amount?"
"Or is it that Mr. Lin's money was all obtained through fraud and deception, something shady that he dares not spend?"
Zhou Dazhuang was about to step forward.
Lin Chen remained seated, fiddling with the teacup in his hand.
A system notification appeared in his mind.
[Daily intelligence has been updated.]
[Intelligence 77: The target, Han Jianguo, has forged storage documents for a batch of special titanium alloy (valued at 1.2 million RMB) in Han's Heavy Industry's inventory. He has then mortgaged it as personal assets to the underground bank Jinhai Capital to cover his losses at a Macau casino. The loan agreement will officially take effect in three days.]
[Intelligence 2: All ledgers (including paper and electronic copies) detailing Han Jianguo's smuggling of substandard steel and tax evasion over the past five years are hidden in a safe in the study of Room 1102, Building A, Lanwan International Residential Complex. The property is registered to Li Meimei, Han Jianguo's mistress.]
……
Lin Chen's lips curled slightly.
He picked up the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and drank it all in one gulp.
"The tea is good tea."
He put down his teacup.
"It seems like Mr. Han has been a bit irritable lately. Is it because he's having bad luck with his bets in Macau?"
Han Jianguo's fat face twitched, and his hand holding the purple clay teapot froze in mid-air.
Zhuge Ming also glanced at Han Jianguo.
Lin Chen ignored them and continued talking.
"It's normal to be short on cash and need to use some funds. I heard that Jinhai Capital's interest rates are quite high."
"President Han used company assets as personal collateral; the board of directors... probably doesn't know yet, right?"
Cold sweat began to bead on Han Jianguo's forehead.
How did he know?
"He did all this flawlessly; even his wife didn't know..."
Lin Chen looked at him.
"However, the tax issues are more troublesome than gambling debts."
Lin Chen stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the traffic below, and said:
"The houses in Lanwan International have good feng shui. Especially unit 1102 in Building A, which has the best view of the river."
"I wonder... if Miss Li Meimei thinks so too?"
Han Jianguo's face turned pale instantly.
"You...you..."
He pointed at Lin Chen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
The purple clay teapot slipped from his hand, crashed to the floor, and shattered into several pieces.
The scalding hot tea splashed all over the floor and onto his trouser leg, but he didn't react.
Lin Chen turned around and looked at Han Jianguo, who was slumped in the chair.
"President Han."
"Now, can we sit down and talk about that batch of titanium alloy at a...friendly price?"