Chapter 123 On How to Elegantly "Force Someone to Join the Liangshan Rebels"

Five-axis linkage?

That is a strategic-level material strictly prohibited by COCOM from being exported to China!

It is the jewel in the crown of industry!

That old madman Klaus, how dare he defy the ban?

This is treason!

"Really?"

Natasha suppressed her racing heart, poured wine for Lin Xi, and asked, "Isn't he afraid of being investigated?"

"Afraid of what!" Lin Xi waved his hand, full of bravado, "We have secret channels... starting tomorrow night..."

"With these..."

"Our 'south heaven gate' project will be able to..."

Before he could finish, Lin Xi's head tilted to the side, hitting the table with a "thud," and he began to snore rhythmically.

"What plan?"

"What is the 'south heaven gate'? Tell me!"

Natasha pushed him hard a few times, but there was no response; he was like a dead weight.

She gritted her teeth in anger, itching to slap the drunkard.

But then, her professional training quickly calmed her down.

It was enough.

Although she hadn't gotten the specific details of the "south heaven gate," the intelligence that "Klaus is colluding with the enemy to smuggle five-axis machine tools" was already nuclear-grade!

This wasn't just commercial intelligence; it was a serious political scandal!

As long as she could pin Klaus down, it wouldn't just be a great achievement; it would directly sever China's reach for high-end technology through gray channels!

This Lin Xi was nothing more than an arrogant fool.

Natasha didn't hesitate, didn't even look back at Lin Xi, and turned to leave the room quickly.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of her high heels faded at the end of the corridor.

The door clicked shut and locked.

Almost at the same second,

Lin Xi, who had just been snoring loudly and dead drunk, slowly raised his head from the table.

There was no sign of drunkenness.

His eyes were clear, carrying a hint of mockery.

"Xiao Mo."

The door to the next room opened, and Xiao Mo walked out with a complicated expression.

He had listened to the whole thing from next door, and his worldview was shattered.

If Manager Lin didn't act in movies, it was a loss for that industry.

"Manager... what play are you putting on?"

"Borrowing a knife to kill."

Lin Xi walked to the window and cracked it open.

The cold wind rushed in, dispelling the smell of alcohol and perfume in the room.

"Klaus is a pure technician."

"Although he craves technology, deep down, he is still that arrogant white European."

"Even at his lowest, he wouldn't think highly of invitations from us 'backward countries'."

"Unless, we leave him with no way out."

"If we don't completely block his path in the West."

"Let him be backstabbed by the system he believes in, and he will never follow us wholeheartedly."

"But..." Xiao Mo hesitated, "What will that female spy do?"

"She will do what she is supposed to do."

Lin Xi turned around, adjusted his clothes, and regained his usual composure:

"Go and prepare."

"By tomorrow morning at the latest, Klaus will become a stray dog."

"When that happens, we will bring him home."

[Streamer is awesome! Please accept my kowtow!]

[Streamer must have read 'Water Margin' a lot! This tactic is very familiar!]

[Waiting for tomorrow morning to harvest an overseas SSR-level expert!]

[Is this the legendary "sell you out and you still help me count the money"?]

[Natasha: I thought I was the hunter, but it turns out I'm the hunting dog?]

The next morning, it was pouring rain.

The Peninsula Hotel was shrouded in a gray mist, much like Klaus's mood at that moment.

In the hotel lobby, Klaus sat on the sofa.

The receiver in his hand was almost crushed, his knuckles white from the force.

"Fired?! On what grounds?!"

"Investigation?"

"Investigation? When have I ever leaked secrets?"

"Damn it, I haven't even been to the Chinese border!"

"This is slander! I want to see my lawyer!"

"The laboratory has been sealed off?"

Klaus's voice trembled, carrying a hint of fear:

"That is my lifeblood! You can't do this!"

"It contains thirty years of my hard work!"

"It's full of my research results! They are my children!"

There was no explanation from the other end of the line.

Only a cold, mechanical, emotionless bureaucratic ultimatum:

"This is a top-level security directive."

"Mr. Klaus, please return to your country immediately to accept an investigation."

"All your assets have been frozen."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

This series of dial tones sounded like a death sentence for his career.

It was over.

Completely over.

He put down the phone listlessly, aging ten years in an instant.

Overnight.

Position, laboratory, pension, professional reputation... all gone.

Just because of a trumped-up charge?

He hadn't even had time to negotiate terms with that Watermen representative!

He looked at the rain outside the window, feeling his whole world collapsing.

In this capital-supremacist world, if you have no value, you are just a rusty screw, casually thrown into the trash can.

No one cares how the trash feels.

Suddenly.

The light in his field of vision dimmed.

A black umbrella suddenly blocked the gloom above his head.

Klaus looked up.

The young man wearing a zhongshan suit was standing beside him, his expression calm.

"Mr. Klaus."

Lin Xi's voice pierced through the sound of the rain, clear and powerful,

"It seems that the so-called free world has no room for a pure seeker of truth."

"Here, you are a pawn that can be sacrificed at any time, a burden on the capital balance sheet."

Lin Xi took a plane ticket from his chest pocket and gently patted it onto the back of Klaus's age-spotted hand.

The movement was light.

But in Klaus's eyes, this piece of paper was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"But in the East."

"You are the god of industry, the spark that we will nurture with the power of our entire nation."

"The Watermen theory is just the beginning; we have crazier ideas that need a pair of hands to realize."

Lin Xi bent slightly, looking directly into the old man's cloudy, despairing eyes.

Like a devil tempting a mortal, or a savior extending his hand:

"For example, building a sub-micron industrial mother machine to slap those financial groups hard in the face."

"Do you want revenge?"

"Then come with me."

Klaus stared fixedly at the plane ticket.

It was a one-way ticket to that mysterious ancient country.

But he had no way back.

His pride, his dignity, had all been crushed to pieces by that phone call.

Only the young man in front of him could give him the path to the glory of the mechanical age.

"Let's go!"

Klaus grabbed the ticket, gritting his teeth, and squeezed the word out from his throat.

The voice carried determination and the madness of having been betrayed.

Lin Xi's mouth curled up as he looked into the depths of the rain curtain.

Thank you, Miss Natasha.

That stab of yours was truly accurate and ruthless.

However, this knife now belongs to me.