Chapter 2833
Some people couldn't sit still any longer.
Chapter 2833 Some people couldn't sit still any longer.
United States of America.
"Hello, sir, my name is Smith."
"Nice to meet you."
Smith, whose Mediterranean-like features were becoming increasingly deep, stood beside Jonard, his polite demeanor tinged with a hint of oppression.
"This is my identification."
At Jonard's home, Smith sat on the sofa, his face calm.
Jonard glanced at the other party's identification, then at the black-suited man outside the house, and at the helpless expression on his own security guard's face, and he knew what these people did for a living.
Notorious hunting dogs, vicious jackals—no description is too much.
But you have to admit, when these guys come to your door, it's best not to show hostility in front of them.
Even if there is a reason, taxpayers should exercise their rights to sue them after they leave.
Instead of confronting them directly.
That's exactly the look on Jonard's face today.
After handing over his documents, Jonard sat on the sofa beside him, his expression equally calm.
"Okay, I think we can have a pleasant conversation."
Smith smiled and said, while Jonard across from him nodded coldly, "Whatever you need, as a citizen of the United States, I will do my best to accommodate you."
"That's great."
Smith opened the file, glanced at the prepared questions, shrugged, and clicked his tongue. "Well then, let's start with these."
What are the names of the people you've come into contact with?
"Yang Xiaotao, I don't need to explain the other party's identity, do I?"
"Oh, no, no, that's not necessary. We already have so much information that we can barely fit it in one cabinet."
Smith said exaggeratedly, then sighed, "I really don't understand, a high school student who never went to college, a peasant who has never received higher education in his life, yes, their farmers are called peasants."
"How exactly did he manage to do all of this, step by step, doing things that no one else could?"
Smith seemed to be talking to Jonard, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
"Sir, in this world, there is a type of person called a genius."
Jonard suddenly laughed, then picked up a bottle of liquor from the table, and saw that the label clearly indicated it was a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
Since being forced to drink twice by Yang Xiaotao and his friends, Jonard Dawson has developed a fondness for the feeling of being drunk.
Each time I get drunk, I can let myself go, which might be spending time with a woman in bed or just sleeping soundly.
But every time I wake up, I can forget all my worries and feel refreshed.
At that time, he fell in love with this delicious food.
So when he returned to the United States, he had his men buy this wine.
I just feel that this wine doesn't taste as good as the Chinese wine.
After finishing his drink, seeing Smith staring blankly, Jonard continued, "Geniuses cannot be understood by common sense."
"Because the gap between a genius and an ordinary person is greater than the gap between a person and a pig."
Smith snapped out of his reverie and smiled. "I agree with that statement."
"Now, let's get back to the main topic. Could you please describe the process of your interactions in detail?"
"can!"
Jonard knew this was something that had to be done, and without hiding anything, he explained the whole story in detail.
Half an hour later, Jonard recounted everything from his initial journey by ship to China, to the completion of the business deal, and the ongoing normal trade, telling everything he could think of.
Smith silently took notes, and only asked after Jonard finished speaking, "So, the other party specified in the deal that they wanted our minicomputer and CH-47?"
"Yes, but after some consideration, we have received a clear decision from above, and we have a record of this, which you can check."
Smith nodded. "So, what they received were computers?"
"Yes, the earliest PDP-8 computer, you know, it's the worst computer we could find."
Smith nodded again. "That's true."
"However, have you considered that if the other side gets their hands on this computer, they could study and imitate it, and then start their own computer industry?"
Upon hearing this, Jonard smiled and said, "I am a businessman, and a businessman doesn't concern himself with these things."
Smith grinned. "Well said! This damn politics."
"Did he reveal any other useful information during the conversation?"
"Or information that you find useful?"
Jonard stroked his chin, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh right, he also said he wanted to research connecting printers and copiers through computers, or something like that."
Smith shook his head helplessly. "Look, they already have an idea, and it's the same one we're thinking of."
Jonard smiled.
"Any more?"
"That's all. Oh, right, he's also very knowledgeable about film. He even talked to me about the art of film. My God, he actually came up with the idea of a movie about a person struggling in a coffin. It's a genius idea."
Seeing Jonard's expression, Smith quickly interrupted, "Okay, sir, one last question."
"You went there by Chinook helicopter, right?"
Jonard nodded quickly, "Yes, that's right."
"However, the aircraft's outer armor has been removed, and all internal military-related parts have also been removed, all of which have been approved."
Smith wrote down what the other person said. "Okay, I'll have someone investigate this."
Jonard put down his glass and asked in surprise, "Mr. Smith, you don't think the other party could have done anything in just one night there, do you?"
What can the appearance of an airplane represent?
"If the other side can learn this, then we might as well just display photos."
Jonard looked incredulous, but Smith simply smiled calmly. "Didn't you just say that?"
"The gap between a genius and a human being is sometimes greater than the gap between a genius and a pig."
How do you know the other person isn't up to it?
Jonard opened his mouth but couldn't speak, yet he remained unconvinced.
Even geniuses have their limits.
But the next second, Smith said, "The other side used one of our armed helicopters to develop their own helicopter, which they call 'Honghu'!"
"And Yang Xiaotao's department was one of the departments involved in the research and development. Do you think there's no connection between them?"
Jonard opened his mouth, but then said nothing more.
“Alright, Mr. Jonard, don’t leave the United States for the time being. We may need to speak with you at any time.”
"Oh, no, no, no, I am a law-abiding taxpayer, I am a citizen of the United States, you cannot do this."
Upon hearing this, Jonard immediately stood up and argued loudly, "I have a lot of business to discuss. This will cause me a huge loss."
Smith also stood up. "Sir, this is not an order, but a consultation with you."
Jonard's neck veins bulged, and he quickly turned around and walked to the house phone. He dialed a number, and after a moment the call was connected, Jonard hurriedly said, "Kate, I need your help with something."
After Jonard finished his call, he didn't leave. Smith seemed to understand Jonard's intentions and didn't rush to leave either.
Ten minutes later, the phone rang. Jonard answered it, listened for a few moments, and then nodded to Smith. "Sir, it's for you."
Smith picked up the phone and heard his boss, Lawrence, say, "Smith, come back now."
"That's the end of this matter." After saying that, the phone hung up. Smith took a deep breath after hearing the busy tone, then looked at Jonard and put on a warm smile again. "Sorry to bother you, sir."
"polite."
After Jonard finished speaking, Smith walked out of the room with a stern face, while Jonard picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"This wine is best enjoyed in one gulp."
Back at base, Smith stormed into his office, then looked at Lawrence behind his desk and his secretary, Monsa, who was giving a briefing.
"Boss, why did we let this guy go? This bastard sold the computer and calls himself a businessman, bullshit! These bastards, there's nothing they wouldn't sell."
Smith cursed and swore, feeling extremely annoyed.
Lawrence glanced at the other person before sighing and saying, "Do you know who called me?"
"My old superior!"
"Now that they're their advisors, what do you think I can do?"
Smith took a deep breath and then placed the document on the table.
"This is what the other party told us."
Lawrence knew the other person was angry, but he didn't care. He picked up the document and started reading. After finishing the document, he sighed and said, "Just as I expected."
Smith was taken aback, then turned to look at Mengsha.
Then Mengsha said, "We received intelligence that the other side has developed a miniature computer."
"Moreover, it was improved based on the minicomputer. Although it still uses transistor technology, its performance has surpassed that of the minicomputer."
"Information suggests that the other party may be researching more advanced computers."
Upon hearing Mengsha's words, Smith cursed, "Damn it, none of these businessmen are reliable. The freedom of the United States will be destroyed by them sooner or later."
"Boss, we must take this matter seriously. You know how important computers are in the future; they are the core of our strategy."
"If the other side acquires this technology, our interests will suffer huge losses."
Smith said urgently, "How could Lawrence not know?"
But how difficult it is to stop it!
After a moment of silence, Lawrence took out the book "Thirty-Six Stratagems" from the drawer, ran his hand over the yellowed pages on the cover, and finally spoke after a long while, "Smith, there's a saying in China that's very true."
"A snake cannot function without a head."
"To stop the other side's development, all you need to do is cut off their head."
Smith listened thoughtfully, but considering the other party's identity and the special national circumstances, it seemed that this smuggler wouldn't be easy to cut off.
Then Lawrence opened the book, smiled, and said, "This plan is called 'using a borrowed knife to kill.'"
Alliance, Susco.
Bemit held a blue and white porcelain bowl in one hand and gently wiped it with a silk handkerchief in the other.
After wiping the porcelain bowl clean, he carefully placed it on the table, adjusted its position, and then nodded in satisfaction.
After a moment, Bemit picked up the documents he was about to process.
Before he could finish reading a document, there was a knock on the door, and then his secretary came in.
"Sir, this is an important intelligence report from the United States. Please take a look."
The secretary placed a document on the table and then left the office with a wave from Bemit.
After glancing at the document, Bemit gently opened it, revealing a series of letters.
Bemit's expression hardened, and he took a deep breath, pulled out a book from the deepest part of the drawer, and quickly flipped through it after confirming its contents.
After the letters were fully translated, Bemit looked at the information and his expression changed drastically.
These few lines of text revealed a huge secret.
First of all, the trade between the United States and China was not as ordinary as it seemed on the surface. Although he had guessed the possibility, he was still shocked.
The United States is collaborating with China on computer research, and China's computers are now on the right track.
Secondly, the United States would consider improving relations between the two sides politically.
He had considered this point, but thought it was unlikely, because the conflicts between the two sides were far from minor.
But now, he suddenly remembered the saying, "There are no eternal enemies."
If this information is true, how will the alliance position itself?
With his thoughts racing, Bemit quickly came up with an answer.
I picked up the phone, dialed the Siberian number, and waited for five or six minutes before a familiar voice came through.
"Hello. Who is this?"
"Canon, it's me. I have something to tell you."
In a villa in Edo, Japan.
"Baga, Baga!"
"They are shameless robbers, robbers."
On the hospital bed, the bald old man shouted angrily.
If the United States hadn't gotten involved, Canon, even with huge losses, could have survived and had a chance to make a comeback.
But now, it's all over, completely over.
The wealth accumulated through war was lost in an instant.
"Grandpa, please take care of yourself."
As Yamiko spoke with concern, the elderly woman in the kimono shook her head, but then looked at the middle-aged man beside her, "Yanagida."
"Hi, sir."
"Since they want our help, let's lend a hand."
"Hi!"
Yanagida bowed respectfully, "Please give your orders, sir."
A hint of resentment flashed in the bald old man's eyes, and he said, "Go to warehouse number eighty-six. There are some things in there, medicines left over from before. Over the years, I've had people improve the processing techniques, and we've produced quite a few products."
"Just take it out and hand it in."
"Yes, I understand."
Yanagida bowed respectfully once again.
"Go, finish it quickly, I'm going to turn those damned bastards into complete sick men!!!"
The bald old man unleashed the most vicious curses, and Yanagida and Yamiko both let out a loud shout.
Yanagida then took his leave to prepare for the work.
Yamiko gently laid the bald old man down and bowed her head before leaving the house.
"Yanagi-kun, you've worked hard these past few days."
Liu Tian nodded slightly, then said sincerely, "It's nothing, it's all what I should do."
Yamiko smiled faintly, then suddenly leaned forward and threw herself into the other person's arms. "Yanagi-kun, thank you for taking care of me. Please continue to guide me in the future."
"I wouldn't dare, it's just my duty."
After saying that, he picked her up and carried her towards the courtyard.