Liu Yu glanced at the place where the target was assassinated was not London, but Liverpool. If Liu Miaomiao set out early in the morning and had time to stop her halfway, if the stupid girl left in the middle of the night, maybe everything would be too late.
But no matter what, he must save his sister back! Time is tight, so Liu Yu checked the equipment, opened the window, and jumped directly from the second floor.
When the ghost saw the computer interface, he had already guessed a few points. At this time, he was about to rush out of the window, but Lei Xu pulled it down and Jiang Tianye said in a hurry, "What happened? Do you explain it clearly?"
The ghost looked solemn and said to the two of them what he guessed...
In Birmingham, Lin Chen had just negotiated that business. Seeing the bosses signing the contract with frustration, he smiled and squirted with a sip of smoke. The next plan was already obvious. Birmingham has many mining institutions affiliated with the government. Although it is an industry supported by the state's finances, it has been very expensive for years, including equipment investment and workers' wages. There are not many rare metals in the UK, and the government cannot keep them for themselves, let alone give them to foreign countries. This means that these mines produce a large amount of mineral resources for the government every year, but the government cannot repay the miners with a large amount of money like exporters.
Well, now he has six mining plants. Lin Chen was thinking. If he had a plan now, he told him that his mine could contract some mining jobs, and the government only needed to give him a little commission, what reason would they not agree? They didn't have to worry about equipment maintenance and workers' wages. All they did was to take out a little money every year, just like having a cheap nanny. For British people who like to take advantage of it, this was simply a good thing.
Zhong Guoxiu walked in and leaned over to Lin Chen's ear and whispered, "Mr. About of the Trade and Industry Bureau has arrived and is waiting for you downstairs."
Lin Chen stood up and smiled at a group of bosses and said, "Everyone, please hand it over to Mr. Zhong after the contract is signed. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you. Oh, look at my brain, Mr. Zhong."
Zhong Guoxiu lifted two heavy leather boxes from under the table. He saw two boxes of euros emitting purple air. The bosses who were still complaining quietly all their eyes shone and rushed around. Judging from the expressions on their faces at this moment, it seemed that they had completely forgotten that they had just suffered a big loss.
Lin Chen left these poor bosses and took the elevator down one floor. He met the person in charge of the Birmingham Trade and Industry Bureau in the café of the same hotel. Mr. Albert is a small man with a big rosacea. His eyes were so excited that he could not hide. After a while, he asked carefully, "Mr. Lin, I have read your plan. Well, we are very interested in your plan. I want to confirm it again. According to what the plan said, you and your company are willing to contract some of the mining work of state-owned mines. Then, we only need to pay you a £1 million per mine every year. Is that true, Mr. Lin?"
Lin Chen smiled and nodded, "You read that right, Mr. Alves, this is how I wrote it."
Well, each mine only costs 1 million pounds per year, which is only 6 million pounds in total. A large state-owned mine costs at least 5 million pounds per year. Alves had calculated it long ago. This is undoubtedly a very cost-effective contract, and there is no need to worry about equipment loss and renewal, and there is no need to face the large group of annoying workers who ask for a raise all day. All his department needs is only 6 million pounds. The country allocates funds for this area every year, which means...
Alves' heart thumped, but he didn't believe there was such a stupid person in the world. He picked up the white water on the table and took a sip of it, calmed down, put the plan aside, and shook his head, "But Mr. Lin Chen, I don't understand, don't you make much money like this? 6 million pounds a year may only be enough for you to pay workers' wages. I heard that you bought these mines from those private bosses, but if these mines cannot make profits, why do you still have to invest?"
Lin Chen didn't say anything, slowly took out a cigar from his inner bag of clothes, held it in his mouth, lit it, took a sip, and smiled, "You are right, I have indeed made no profit in the past few years, but if I don't acquire these mines, they will only face one fate, that is, bankruptcy, and not in the form of acquisitions, but directly abandoned. This is really a waste for the resources of the British Empire. I am a person who loves the British Empire and I really don't want to see such a scene. You see, I bought these mines for 100,000 yuan and can keep them running. This will not only retain the lifeblood of the miner industry, but may also appreciate in more than ten years."
Alves laughed silently. If this Chinese man was not a shrewd businessman, he would be a fool with a big talk. Anyway, he couldn't see any prospects for these dilapidated small mines. He smiled affectionately and complimented Lin Chen, "Mr. Lin, you are indeed a great investor. You really have a unique and brilliant point in investment. I think I don't have to go back to report to my superiors. We can sign this contract now."
Lin Chen smiled, and the two signed the contract respectively. Alves hugged his own contract in front of his chest as if he had a treasure and said with a smile, "Then, Mr. Lin, you can prepare your workers tonight. The mining task may be sent down in three days. You know, the UK is a country that focuses on efficiency. I believe that you can adjust the company you just bought in these three days. So, good night, Mr. Lin, I wish you a happy night."
Lin Chen sent Alves away with a hypocritical smile, turned around and smiled, "Look, no matter which country, all government officials' heads are full of shit. Do they really think I look like a philanthropist? Come and save the private enterprises on the verge of bankruptcy in the UK. There is no doubt that these mines will not make money even in a hundred years. But they will not think about this. Our Mr. Alves is now thinking about how to embezzle the large amount of funds allocated from the above."