Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 863 Azure Fall, Willow Descends

Success is not the end, and failure is not the end. What matters is having the courage to keep going even after knowing the truth.

Winston changed to Churchill
Ahead, inside an Audi A8.

"Qingqing, why aren't you going home?"

"I'll go get some documents first. They're original files of some materials I secretly collected when I was young and naive. I'll destroy them in front of you. I promise I'll never do it again, Dad. I was wrong."

Hearing her father's aged voice, Liu Qing's voice trembled with a sob, like a child who had made a mistake.

“I’m really happy that you were honest. I made your favorite braised fish when you were little. You can come back after you get your things. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

"Mmm~ Dad, you're the best!"

"Put the phone on speakerphone, I need to say something to Liu Zhong."

"I've opened it, please tell me."

"Liu Zhong, the roads are slippery in the rain, drive slowly, and make sure you get Miss home safely."

Understanding this implication, Liu Zhongxin felt relieved—he didn't have to die.

He smiled and replied, "Don't worry, old man."

Before he could finish speaking, his vision suddenly went black!
A large truck overturned suddenly on the slippery road. Due to inertia, the 28-ton hot-rolled steel coil, like a runaway horse, ran right over the Audi A8.

The sturdy car body was instantly crushed into a flat disc, with even the roadside guardrails failing to stop it in the slightest. The steel coil eventually rolled into the river next to it, splashing up a huge spray of water.

Dozens of bags of concrete were dumped on the ground, looking from a distance like a mound of earth or a new grave.

The rain poured down harder, washing away the bloodstains on the road, but it couldn't wash away the anxious cry coming from the phone: "Hello? Qingqing. Liu Zhong!"

A man, staggering as if he were drunk, climbed out of the cab of a large truck, not forgetting to put on a hat and mask.

He walked over to the flattened Audi biscuit, as if inspecting the goods, or perhaps wondering why the phone was still ringing even though the person was gone.

Maybe they're using a Xiaomi phone? After all, that brand is known for its resilience!

"Stop calling them, they're so old, aren't they tired? They can't hear you anymore!"

At this moment, Zhang Bo's hoarse voice became the best camouflage.

"Who are you?" came Lao Liu's wary voice from the other end of the phone.

Huh? I can actually hear it.

Zhang Boxin squatted down with his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Am I your dad?"

"What did you do to Qingqing? How much money do you want? Let's talk about it. Don't be impulsive!" Old Liu's voice trembled.

"Ha! So what if you have a little money? You can't do anything without money, but sometimes, money isn't everything!"

Is she still alive?

"You'll see this after you die, you old dog. Did you ever think you'd end up like this? Hahaha~"

"Don't let me find out who you are, or I'll make you wish you were never born!"

"Tsk, it has absolutely no deterrent effect!"

In this moment, inspired by the situation, Zhang Peng recited a poem to his phone: "Laughing loudly, I stride out the door; how can I, a man of such talent, be a mere commoner!"

Having said that, the man, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, looked up at the chaotic scene and the traffic jam behind him.
Leaving behind a mocking smile, he jumped down from the gap like he was on a slide, disappearing with a splash down the chute carved out by the steel coil.

In a villa more than ten kilometers away, after shouting hysterically to no avail, Old Liu hung up the phone.

Despite having just lost his daughter, he showed no grief. Instead, he found the address Liu Zhong had sent him over an hour earlier and dialed a number on another phone: "Go to this address immediately. There's a file folder in the bottom drawer of the study. Bring it back to me right away!"

A dozen minutes later, he received a phone call informing him of the accident. He calmly replied, "I understand, thank you."

The old man's face showed no sadness or joy, but rather a sense of relief—this outcome seemed quite good.

Then, he slowly poured the cooled braised fish into the trash can.

More than an hour later, another phone call horrified him: "What do you mean 'nothing'? Dig three feet into the ground and find it!"

Just then, my phone, which was being used to contact others, received a message from an unknown number: "Don't bother looking anymore, the item is with me."

"Your daughter has lost her old dog, are you ready?"

He immediately replied: "Who the hell are you?"

I thought it was a wasted effort, but my phone quickly popped up a new message with only two words: "The People!"

When I dialed back, it was a fake number.
"It's over. It's all over."

Thinking of the possible consequences, the old man suddenly collapsed to the ground, and in a daze, he pulled out a nitroglycerin pill from his pocket and poured it into his mouth as if it were free.
That evening, the city news reported on the unexpected traffic accident:
[Reported by this newspaper] This morning, a serious traffic accident occurred on XX section of the road.

A truck suddenly lost control and overturned while driving, crushing a black sedan and killing the two passengers inside instantly.

The truck driver fled the scene after the accident.
The determination of specific responsibility for the accident and the handling of the aftermath are underway.
Finally, the traffic police department would like to remind all drivers once again...

"The roads are slippery due to rain, please slow down!" Beijing, Nanshan No. 1 Courtyard.

"Has Zhang Bo's family been reunited?" Chen Mo asked.

"Yes, they've reunited. Should we bring them back from there?"

"Continue to send people to protect us in secret until this matter is completely resolved."

"Yes!"

Chen Mo called Little Ma again.
"Zhang Bo, who was previously agreed upon, will start work in September."

This kid may be average in skill, appearance, and talent, but he's reliable and worth your trust—after all, for us, reliability is more important than ability.”

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Chen Mo laughed and scolded, "Hey, hey, hey, you're being petty!"

Why would I, Chen Mo, bother playing these underhanded tricks with you? A direct, straightforward victory would be far easier. I must be incredibly bored.
Since our meeting at the pavilion, when have I ever lied to you? I'm, after all, an unaffiliated shareholder of Tencent, you know.
Next month, I'll be attending Xiaomi's new product launch event; it could be a milestone in the history of Chinese mobile phones.
Okay, okay, I'll invite you. I sincerely invite you, alright?
"Then it's settled!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo complained that this guy seemed refined and cultured, but sometimes he was effeminate and not straightforward enough. He was like a sly but good-natured boy. He wouldn't dare to do anything bad. Now he was good at making a fortune in silence.

After dealing with this matter, Chen Mo locked the study door from the inside and pulled a brown paper bag from the drawer—inside was a USB flash drive and a stack of documents.

The information wasn't much; it could be read in about ten minutes. But Chen Mo remained silent for a very long time.

Unexpectedly, there are also experts among the common people, and some unofficial histories are actually true, only a small part of the truth.

And aren't these documents in his hands just another piece of the puzzle?

Just looking at the card balance in one screenshot is enough to make Chen Mo's current net worth jump.

To put it another way, if someone accidentally dropped a card with millions on it while shopping, they wouldn't even bother bending down to pick it up.
Even with the current access to information, he still underestimated the savings the other party had accumulated over the decades.

This isn't a technology-driven business; it's basically a livestock and moving company.
It's shocking, absolutely shocking!
No wonder he could casually spend billions to buy his daughter's life.

Compared to them, these internet entrepreneurs are as pure as innocent white flowers.

Compared to this, "My Father, the Chairman of the Folk Art Association," "My Father, the Shipping General Manager," and "My Three Generations of Wives" are nothing.
Everyone says they're reaping the benefits of the times, but in Chen Mo's view, the people in the materials are the real gluttons, deserving to be executed ten times over.

For example, one of them was reported to wear cloth shoes all year round and get his hair cut at an ordinary barbershop. Chen Mo, who knew the truth, couldn't bear to look at him.

The people inside were at best like the Giant Spirit Gods of the Southern Heavenly Gate.
Chen Mo snapped back to reality, too afraid to think any further, and broke out in a cold sweat.
This material is a hot potato in his hands, but he can still sell it for a good price while it's still hot.

After all, times have changed.
He took out his phone and sent a message to "Red Ace": "I have some goods that you might be interested in. Are you willing to buy them?"

Upon seeing the reply, Chen Mo curled the corners of his lips. In this bustling world of profit-driven transactions, he would do a special "business" deal.

He locked the materials in the safe, humming a tune he remembered vividly from his childhood as he left:
"I have horns on my head and a tail behind me; no one knows how many secrets I hold."

Originally just a theme song from a film or television show about searching for one's mother, who would have thought that decades later it would be given a new meaning?
Two days later,
Chen Mo and Lao Mo gladly went to the appointment and held a secret and special negotiation.

A man who looked to be in his fifties frowned as he looked at the contents of the document: "Is this all?"

"It's all here, I have no use for it, I might as well hand it over to the state!"

You still have a backup, right?

"If I said no, would you believe me?" Chen Mo asked with a half-smile.

"If you have any, it's best to go back and destroy them. Knowing too many secrets is actually not good—of course, this is just my personal advice."

Chen Mo was somewhat surprised that the other party would say that, but he still thanked them.

"State your conditions; you probably wouldn't be so kind."

"What are you saying? I've made contributions to the country, you know." Seeing the other party's indifference, Chen Mo spread his hands, revealing his hand, "Anyway, the other party has already retired and given way to a more capable person. They're old and faded, and have no further use."

Thinking about what the other party had done, Chen Mo revealed a ferocious smile and announced the "price" of this "commodity":
I want him to suffer a terrible end!

The man sighed, slowly shaking his head as he tried to negotiate: "This kind of thing has too much of an impact; it affects everything. It's a matter of great importance."

Chen Mo raised his hand, a self-deprecating look on his face, and continued to "ask for the price": "How could I not understand if I understand? The big picture, the big picture, the damn big picture!"

"So, what do you think we should do about this?"

"Wait a moment, I need to go out and make a phone call!"

Chen Mo gestured for him to proceed.

Before entering, he had left his phone with Lao Mo outside, so he could only sit and wait.

The call lasted a full 10 minutes.

When the man returned, he said with a smile, "Actually, judging from some of the public opinion that was exposed on the other side of the platform before, it was still a bit out of line. The higher-ups wanted to intervene, but I stopped them."

Chen Mo was getting impatient. "Stop with the nonsense, get to the point!"

The other party quoted a completely new 'price'

(End of this chapter)