Chapter 191 Joining Hands with Hua Run

Secretary Zhang's hand, which was busy packing up her notebook, froze. Her brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

Lin Xi acted as if he didn't see Secretary Zhang's expression and continued, "Red Star Technology has a batch of samples and special exhibition materials. They need to be transported to Hong Kong in advance to be handled by Huajun. Additionally, there are some overseas fund settlement issues that require my signature over there."

"Absolutely not!" Secretary Zhang spoke up almost reflexively. "The rules were made very clear just now. Collective action, we enter and leave as a group! How can you ask for special treatment? Do you have any idea how complicated the environment in Hong Kong is right now?"

She turned to look at Director Zhu. "Director, I strongly object. Letting a young comrade go to Hong Kong alone—what if his ideology slips? Or if he gets targeted by enemy agents? No one can bear that responsibility!"

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly dropped to freezing. Deputy Division Chief Wang and Xiao Wu exchanged a look, their eyes communicating rapidly: "Here it comes, here it comes. He's starting his antics. I knew his earlier obedience was just a setup!"

Everyone's gaze focused on Director Zhu. Logically speaking, there was no room for flexibility when it came to foreign affairs discipline.

Director Zhu looked at Lin Xi. Lin Xi did not defend himself. He just stood there calmly, his gaze steady and unwavering.

In that instant, Director Zhu thought of the blueprint that Elder Qian had slammed onto the table. He thought of the tens of millions of dollars in foreign exchange that the Machine Tool Industry Alliance could potentially bring in annually. He thought of the private instruction from Vice Minister Liu at the Ministry: "As long as he doesn't tear the sky down, handle Red Star Technology's matters as special cases."

At this critical juncture where the country was in urgent need of foreign exchange and technological breakthroughs, rules were rigid, but people were flexible. And the people who could earn foreign exchange were worth their weight in gold.

"No problem." Director Zhu had almost no hesitation; he even revealed a hearty smile on his face. "You are the main force for foreign exchange earnings this time, and logistics is the biggest part. I'm most at ease if you go to oversee it."

Secretary Zhang opened her mouth, about to speak. Director Zhu waved his hand to interrupt her. "Secretary Zhang, rules are set for us." Director Zhu pointed at Lin Xi. "But Red Star Technology's situation is special. The Ministry has already given special approval; this counts as an advance business post."

He turned to look at Lin Xi, his tone becoming gentle. "I will notify the Foreign Affairs Bureau. Also..." Director Zhu paused, then said something that made everyone's heart race: "Just keep your passport yourself; there's no need to hand it over. It's inconvenient to handle business in Hong Kong without your documents."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Deputy Division Chief Wang, who was drinking water, finally couldn't hold it in and began to cough violently. Secretary Zhang's face turned from green to white. In the end, she could only slam her notebook shut, unable to say a single word.

Although she was rigid, she was also clear about the weight behind this young man. In this era that emphasized collectivism, Lin Xi had used his terrifying ability to earn foreign exchange to forcefully smash a "privileged channel" of his own into the ironclad rules.

"Thank you for your trust, Director." Lin Xi bowed slightly, his expression still humble. "I will strictly abide by discipline and will wait for the main group right where I am once I've finished my business."

Xiao Wu secretly glanced at Lin Xi's calm profile. A feeling of indescribable awe suddenly welled up in his heart. That obedient baby from just a moment ago was indeed acting for Secretary Zhang's benefit. This was the real Lin Xi. Seemingly gentle, but actually ferocious!

Five days later, Hong Kong. In a reception room of Huajun at the Harbour View Centre. Outside the window, the traffic flowed, carrying the golden years belonging to the "Pearl of the Orient."

The livestream chat scrolled: "Wow, so this is Huajun. Back in that era, one company accounted for 30% of the entire country's total foreign trade!" "Top-tier presence! They have branches and resources all over the world, incredibly powerful!" "The Streamer really needs to cling to Huajun's thigh; relying solely on the Canton Fair, it would be hard to climb any higher." "This is the legendary national team, specializing in handling the things that couldn't be handled!"

"Manager Lin, I've long admired your name." With a hearty laugh, a middle-aged man over fifty strode over. His suit was well-tailored, but that vigorous, decisive manner revealed at a glance that he was a veteran cadre from the mainland. He was the Deputy General Manager of the Huajun Group, Xie Wendong.

"Oh, Manager Lin!" "I've been waiting and waiting, and finally, I've been waiting for you, our big God of Wealth!" "General Manager Xie, you flatter me." Lin Xi reached out his hand and shook his firmly, neither servile nor overbearing. "In front of Huajun, Red Star Technology is just a child that has just learned to walk. I still need your guidance, General Manager Xie."

"Manager Lin, how can you say that." As Xie Wendong led everyone to their seats, he teased half-jokingly, "Now within the system, who doesn't know that Red Star Technology is the hen that lays golden eggs? That 48 million USD performance report went up. I felt the tremors even here in Hong Kong."

He lowered his voice, as if joking, but also as if testing: "Manager Lin, in the future, if there's good business, don't forget us folks who are running errands out here." "Isn't that why I came this time, to bring business to you, General Manager Xie?" Lin Xi took the teacup, didn't drink, and just smiled.

"Oh?" Xie Wendong's eyes lit up, his body leaning forward. "I'd like to hear the details."

Lin Xi put down the cup, not rushing to talk business. Instead, he first took a document out of his bag and handed it over: "Before business, I must say thank you first. Those two second-hand production lines from Toray for Haiwei. If it weren't for Huajun mediating, it would have been impossible to clear customs and land so quickly."

Xie Wendong took the document, glanced at it, and waved his hand. He looked at Lin Xi meaningfully: "Manager Lin is too polite. To be honest, I was sweating bullets about this at the time. Toray guards their equipment so tightly; even discarded goods are strictly defended. If it weren't for the information you provided about the scrap metal recycling channels being scarily accurate. Even knowing exactly which wharf and which middleman could handle it. Even if we at Huajun had heaven-reaching abilities, we couldn't have shipped this batch of goods out."

In the livestream, the chat instantly scrolled: "Of course it's accurate! This is the declassified industrial secret history from later generations!" "General Manager Lin: I don't produce intelligence; I'm just a porter of history." "General Manager Xie must be thinking right now: Just how many informants does this kid have overseas?"