Guo Yi walked into the office. He is a civil servant of the Republic, but he went to work a little later than the stipulated time today - he had dinner with some old classmates last night and had a few drinks.
It is inevitable to drink when meeting old classmates, but people who drink too much are often not doing so because they are happy.
If he does well, he will naturally be very good at it. He wishes everyone knew how successful he is. If he does not do well, he will simply not show up.
He is the most depressed person because he never slips out...
Those who are doing well look down upon them and ridicule them for living in comfort and having no ambition; those who are not doing well always think that they are taking the people's hard-earned money without working...
There are some materials on the table, all of which are about the latest social trends - Guo Yi works in a department that specializes in maintaining social stability, unity, harmony and stability.
After routinely reading a few inconspicuous materials, I turned to a document marked with a "to-do" label, which was a dynamic report from a city along the coast of Guangdong. In an idle maritime militia training base in the area, nearly a
Over the years, a group of strange people have gathered there, engaging in military training, formation training, running, and other military training activities every day. There were meetings late at night, and there seemed to be people shouting slogans. Some people suspected that it was a pyramid scheme.
, reported it to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the Industrial and Commercial Law Enforcement Brigade conducted an inspection, but found no signs of pyramid schemes. The local police station also visited and found nothing illegal. The person in charge explained that this was the company's employee recruitment.
Pre-training. I checked the business license and so on, and found that there is indeed such a company. It has been established for more than a year. This militia training base was rented by the company from the local Ministry of Armed Forces.
But this situation still makes people feel suspicious. So this report arrived on the desk of Guo Yi's leader. The leader instructed: "If you have time," the leader said, "check it out. See if there is any
no problem."
Whether it is intelligence work or a stable job, sitting in an office and reading materials is always the main job content.
One of the figures involved in the material is Wen Desi. Judging from the registration information, he is the legal person, chairman and general manager of the company.
Guo Yi has never seen this person's information before. Speaking of which, Mr. Wen is not a person who can be registered with them. However, he is well-known in the bureau as someone who likes to look through materials and search files. This hobby has offended him.
He didn't even know who he had offended by the information he dug out - so even after several rounds of promotions in the department, he still served as his clerk. Moreover, any work that could make meritorious deeds had nothing to do with him.
After collecting Wen Desi's information, we can see that he is an ordinary character with no characteristics. He is in his thirties. He used to be an engineer and manager of several companies and has a good income. He likes to travel and has a lot of knowledge about history and military affairs.
He has great hobbies, and also engages in handicrafts and other things. He is a lover of outdoor sports and weapons, or a "survival madman". He is ready to dig holes all day long to survive the nuclear winter - maybe he has a lot of food supplies at home? But there is no
The evidence shows that he holds or attempts to hold any weapons, not even any type of dogs. He also often goes to some websites and posts some inquiries, such as which bullets are cheaper, equipment for outdoor activities, etc. He has a clean background and no
No bad records, not even traffic violations, can be found.
The company under his name was registered half a year ago with a registered capital of one million. Of course Guo Yi knew that the registered capital was empty, but based on the personal income tax paid by Mr. Wen when he was working in the past, it was estimated that the registered capital would be one million.
It's not difficult - I checked Wen Desi's bank records: he emptied his bank deposits several times six months ago. The total amount was more than 800,000. After that, he didn't have so many fixed deposits in his personal account.
Already.
There is nothing special about the company's account transactions. It is normal business transactions, buying and selling. Expenses listed include: salary, water, electricity and office expenses. There is cash in the account, but not much, only a dozen or so.
Levels of up to 10,000.
Guo Yi checked the tax bureau's information again and confirmed his idea - the company's business activities were carried out normally, and taxes were paid in full. Although some minor financial flaws were discovered, they were still
There is no problem with tax disclosure. Of course, there are still reasonable tax avoidances.
Guo Yi thought about it for a long time, but didn't find that this matter had any potential for group incidents or other disharmonious elements. However, since the leader had spoken, he might as well go on a business trip to investigate on the spot and relax.
This county town is ordinary. Like countless similar coastal towns in Guangdong, it has a dense population and a prosperous economy. The prosperity has brought a large floating population here. In the square of the long-distance bus station, there are people dragging their families with their families and carrying people on their backs every day.
People with big and small bags come and go - looking for their dreams.
Among this turbulent crowd, real uninvited guests have arrived almost every day for half a year. They are dressed in different costumes, speak in southern and northern accents, sneak around with maps and notes, either in groups or alone, in the station square.
He looked around searching for something.
Xiao Zishan stood at the exit of the bus station, holding an unpacked fruit box in his hand, with a few calligraphy words "Crossing Trade" crookedly written on it. His once fair and plump face had become much thinner and darker.
Wearing a sweat-stained advertising shirt and a torn straw hat.
Although the former white-collar worker of a foreign company was unemployed, he appeared in a small coastal town like this. Even Xiao Zishan himself didn't know if he was crazy or dreaming of a ridiculous dream. However, the duration of this dream was too long.
A little longer. Moreover, he knew that more and more people were chasing the same dream.
Today, as usual, some people will come. Xiao Zishan knows that some of them will shrink and hesitate as before, and some will not be selected. The road to dreams will be tortuous.
Guo Yi came out of the station. The weather in September was still a bit hot and the sun was scorching. It was his first time in this small town and he glanced at the crowd at the station. His eyes immediately noticed the opened cardboard box.
.
"travel trade"
Isn't this the company opened by Wen Desi? At this moment, Xiao Zishan and his eyes briefly intersected. This flash of lightning could perhaps be called a "destined encounter" - but neither of them had the body of a tiger.
He was shocked and exuded endless bastard energy to convince the other party. Guo Yi was interested in this company, but Xiao Zishan realized that this person had bad intentions.
Xiao Zishan has been working in sales for many years, and has not made much progress in other areas. He has learned a lot in the ability to observe people's behavior. Judging from this person's sharp and alert eyesight, he looks confident and calm in his movements, his clothes are low-key but clean, and he does not bring much luggage with him.
This is a man who is a public servant, most likely in some department of power. This man is paying attention to himself. Of course, he is not interested in him, a fat black man, but in the packing box he is lifting.
Before he could change his next thought, a tall and fat young man carrying a large bag had already come towards him:
"Time Travel Company?"
"Yes, you are?"
"I'm here to travel through time..."
Xiao Zishan Waterfall Khan: Boss, you won’t say it in public, “Well… this… where has the People’s Liberation Army swept through?”
Everyone who comes here has to have their incisions made. I don’t know who came up with this inexplicable rule. We are not from a northern folk art school... It’s probably someone’s slang complex.
"Asia, Asia." The young man, probably still immersed in excitement, said in a loud voice, "I am Meng Xian, Meng Xian!"
"I know, I know..." Xiao Zishan's head was sweating. He was a low-key person, so he lowered his voice as if he had a guilty conscience. "Go to the parking lot. There is a minibus with the number."
"Where's Mr. Wen..."
"I'll see you soon... I have to pick up a few people..." Xiao Zishan looked around fearfully, hoping that their answers would not attract anyone's attention.
The people around were busy with their own affairs, and no one paid attention to them. Xiao Zishan calmed down for a moment. The person just now had disappeared. For some reason, he was secretly worried. Should he report it to the executive committee when he got back?
That day, Guo Yi observed them in a corner for a long time. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he roughly knew that the man holding the fruit packaging box was picking up the bus. One person was very excited, and the other seemed uneasy and alert.
, indicating that there are some secrets in the content of the conversation. Judging from the pick-up person's familiarity with the surrounding environment and the wear and tear on the packaging box, this pick-up activity has been going on for a long time. During this period, he followed the enthusiastic Meng Xian to the parking lot.
, wrote down the license plate of the CMB.
The minibus didn't leave immediately, which meant that other people would come. But Guo Yi decided not to accompany him here. He first went to the telecommunications and mobile companies and retrieved the company's call records. Contrary to what he imagined, the company's phone number
The correspondence is quite frequent, with a large number of calls coming in and out almost every day.
With the assistance of the relevant local departments, we quickly found out where most of the fixed-line numbers belong: most of them are domestic small and medium-sized enterprises, research institutes, and design institutes, as well as various trading and consulting companies. There are many types of them.
All companies have it.
Mobile phones are a bit more troublesome. The number allocation for mobile phones is relatively random. Many owners cannot be found, and the numbers are scattered too widely. Guo Yi started investigating from the landline end.
This investigation made him feel extremely confused.
This company is in frequent contact with companies, research institutes, and design institutes across the country, and has also purchased a lot of equipment and materials. As a company, there is nothing special about it - but the equipment it purchases covers a wide range of industries.
It's too broad and weird. It's understandable to order generators, small hydropower equipment, and substation facilities. What's strange is that it ordered multiple sets of wind power systems, plus a large number of spare parts. The company also ordered various drawings and technologies
The information showed great enthusiasm, and even the manufacturing technology of condoms and sanitary napkins were interested.
"Is he so rich?" Guo Yi had to put a big question mark on his motives. The idea of money laundering came to mind again. Or was he collecting technical intelligence? Judging from the feedback from the company, they were not interested in anything.
High-tech products, on the contrary, are keen on those simple and backward outdated technologies and processes. Is there anyone in the world who is such an industrial spy?
Are they using this as a fog to hide some important secret? If so, what are they trying to do?
At night, Guo Yi lay exhausted on the hotel bed and hung up n number of calls to give him a de-stressing massage. Some recommended a "root bath" and said that this could be done "tomorrow". There were also others.
One said there was a "new girl" - her mind was as messed up as a pot of porridge and she fell into a deep sleep.
In the dream, Guo Yi saw Wen Desi, wearing a strange gown. A huge ship. Riding the wind and waves. In the distance, there was a verdant island with blue sky and white clouds, blue sea and silver sand...