People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Yu Xingmin ultimately resisted the urge to hit someone.

He chose to walk away, leaving his Guangdong colleagues completely bewildered.

He returned to his seat and looked at Lin Yi, who was surrounded by admirers, from afar, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Minister Kong and Dean Song's plan this time can be considered a complete failure.

Although everyone is now discussing helping farmers, no one is mentioning petitioning the government to lower tariffs, which was originally the topic of discussion.

However, Yu Xingmin knew in his heart that there was no need to discuss this matter any further.

Since it concerns their own interests, the members of the Textile Federation would wholeheartedly agree without any discussion.

The original purpose of this seminar was to encourage these highly respected experts and scholars in the cultural and academic circles to support the textile industry.

It's important to know that these people are all celebrities who can influence public opinion.

The Nationalist government can refuse the clamor of a group of businessmen, but it cannot disregard their opinions.

Even making some gestures is necessary.

A better development of the textile industry will surely promote broader support for farmers.

With so many people approving of Lin Yi's proposal, they naturally had to put in a lot of effort to push for tariff reductions.

Thinking about all this in a distressing way, Yu Xingmin suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion.

For over a year, he endured humiliation and hardship, waiting for the day when Lin Yi would be brought down by Kong Yongzhi, Song Wenchang, and others, so that he could finally hold his head high.

But today's excellent opportunity failed to cause any ripples; instead, it allowed Lin Yi to gain an even greater reputation.

I'm afraid I'll never have such an opportunity again.

And he, too, could only look up at Lin Yi with the humility of dust.

Feeling utterly bored with the rest of his life, Yu Xingmin sighed heavily and got up to go home.

Sitting so far back, no one would notice him.

Probably no one will pay attention to him.

As he walked out of the meeting room, he happened to run into his subordinate, Lao Chen, who was walking towards him.

Old Chen is not qualified to enter the venue.

They waited in a guest room upstairs.

Just now, Yu Xingmin called Song Wenchang from his guest room to tip him off.

He was about to invite the other person home when Old Chen spoke first.

"Sir, Kawabe Shiro has arrived. He's in his room upstairs and says he has something important to discuss with you."

Kawabe Shiro is an old friend of Yu Xingmin.

Ten years ago, Yu Xingmin's Xingye Textile Factory installed two production lines made in Japan, and it was Kawabe Shiro and his team who provided technical guidance.

Along with that, Japan's management model was also introduced.

The two have kept in touch over the years.

After Fenghua Textile Equipment Factory launched its new production line, the two parties became even closer.

Of the several Feng Hua production lines he purchased, two were secretly transported back to Japan by Kawabe Shiro.

Yu Xingmin certainly knew what he wanted to do with it.

This is extremely taboo.

So for more than a year, the two have only been in secret contact.

Yu Xingmin was afraid that others would find out that he had close ties with the Japanese.

If it is revealed that he gave the Fenghua production line to the Japanese, then it will not be as simple as him being kicked out of the Textile Federation.

Thousands of people point it out.

Leaving aside Lin Yi, Wu Rongsheng and his ilk would have to kill him!

So when Yu Xingmin heard that Kawabe Shiro had actually come to the General Hotel to find him, he felt a chill run down his spine.

She glanced around instinctively, gritted her teeth, and said in a low voice, "What's he doing here? Didn't we agree to try not to see each other?"

"He said he had something extremely urgent and needed to meet with you as soon as possible."

"Oh shit."

Yu Xingmin cursed through gritted teeth and asked quietly, "Did nobody notice?"

"No, Kawabe Shiro shaved off his beard."

Yu Xingmin breathed a slight sigh of relief, then frowned and thought for a moment before walking toward the elevator.

He was ultimately unwilling to spend the rest of his life looking up to Lin Yi.

Since we can't count on Kong Yongzhi and Song Wenchang, those two good-for-nothings, we can only rely on the Japanese.

He needs to carefully maintain this relationship.

I went upstairs and came down twenty minutes later.

Yu Xingmin's face looked very grim.

Old Chen, the strategist standing to the side, also looked worried.

As I stepped out of the elevator, the buzzing of voices from the large conference room where the seminar was being held in the distance went straight into my ears.

Yu Xingmin also stopped walking.

"Sir, what should we do?"

As Old Chen asked, he couldn't help but curse, "The Japanese are so spineless! Why do they suddenly want to ease tensions with Lin Yi?"

"Is this guy even worth them throwing away all their dignity for?"

Yu Xingmin remained silent, his eyes narrowed, revealing a sense of despair.

Kawabe Shiro said that an important person wanted to meet with Lin Yi.

He was just there to pave the way.

He hoped he could help deliver a message or create an opportunity for him and Lin Yi to meet secretly.

It didn't say exactly what it was going to do.

But Yu Xingmin wasn't stupid; he was an important figure, and it was a secret meeting.

This is clearly an attempt to find an opportunity to ease tensions between the two sides.

The purpose of easing tensions is, of course, to take the relationship to the next level.

But what if the Japanese and Lin Yi become friends?

Although Kawabe Shiro said with certainty that the Japanese would never mistreat their friends.

But how could someone as shrewd as Yu Xingmin believe such nonsense?

People who have no value are not qualified to be friends.

Once the Japanese become friends with Lin Yi, he will probably lose all value in their eyes.

"gentlemen?"

Seeing Yu Xingmin looking completely lost in thought, Old Chen cautiously called out.

Yu Xingmin turned to look at him and suddenly smiled: "Old Chen, do you think Lin Yi will become friends with the Japanese?"

"This...isn't it been circulating that the attack on Lin Yi last year was carried out by the Japanese?"

"If that's really the case, I don't think he would."

"Hehe, there's been no movement on that matter so far."

Yu Xingmin chuckled, then let out a long sigh: "I haven't heard of Lin Yi being so persistent."

"Maybe the concession authorities suppressed it. After all, it involves the Japanese. If this matter really escalates, the concession authorities will be caught in the middle and in the most difficult position."

Old Chen guessed, "It's actually the most appropriate thing to just not mention it at all."

"Maybe."

Yu Xingmin nodded, patted Old Chen on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "I hope Lin Yi's attitude towards the Japanese is as you said."

Having said that, Yu Xingmin ignored the somewhat bewildered Old Chen and walked towards the seminar venue.

He couldn't refuse this task.

If we don't do it, we'll offend the Japanese.

His situation is already very difficult. If he offends the Japanese, he will have no hope left.

So he has to go.

Tell Lin Yi that the Japanese asked him to deliver a message.

Whether Lin Yi sees him or not, it's none of his business.

As for revealing one's connection with the Japanese, it doesn't matter.

In short, he's already in this state, how much worse can things get?

Without destruction, there can be no construction; only by completely following the Japanese can we have a chance to turn the tide!