A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 892: A Shocking Statement!

"Junichiro!"

"That Junichiro I tricked into buying the air fryer blueprints?"

"Is that guy you almost chopped down in one stroke still in the submarine?"

As the instruction appeared on the screen instructing Jiang Xia to "make appropriate contact" with this special prisoner, Old Wang then told Jiang Xia everything he knew.

Jiang Xia's first reaction was that it was unlikely.

Although he hadn't had much contact with him, he had learned bits and pieces that this guy had made a name for himself after returning to China by using that fake treasure and his manipulative skills. Therefore, Jiang Xia never thought he was a simple character.

He had been thinking that one day when news broke that asbestos cloth causes cancer, he would leak the bombshell story about Xiaoben making an "air fryer" out of asbestos cloth, and see if that guy would still just bow and let it go.

I didn't expect to run into him again so soon.

"This guy doesn't act until he sees the benefit. He's on a submarine? Then his mission might be quite extraordinary!"

Jiang Xia noticed the fine hairs sprouting on his chin and really wanted to blurt out that famous line:

there is only one truth!

However, what exactly is the truth...?

do not know!

"Let's go! Let's take a look!"

……

Old Wang agreed, but he had some doubts in his heart.

Last time, when the information about the idiot was almost leaked, he made a trip to Vladivostok. If something goes wrong again this time, he might really have to make a trip to Japan.

but……

The young lady has been introduced to the world; it seems like a good idea to take her out and broaden her horizons.

Collecting debts isn't shameful!

Plan in place...

Nonsense!

Old Wang quickly shook his head, suppressing this absurd thought, and grabbed Jiang Xia, who was about to rush out: "Wait a minute! There's something I need to tell you... Don't show your face directly, just hide in the back and tell me to ask, okay?"

“Junichiro is as cunning as a monkey. The moment you show up, he’ll be on guard, and you won’t be able to get anything out of him.”

Jiang Xia paused, then his eyes lit up with an idea: "Simple! Set up a 'ruling from behind the curtain'! I'll listen in from next door, and you can ask questions from the front. When you need a hint, I'll pass you a note."

The plan is finalized.

The two arrived outside the "luxury" dormitory. Old Wang first quietly settled Jiang Xia in the next room where listening devices had already been set up. Then, he straightened his clothes and quietly showed his face outside Junichiro's room.

Inside the room, Zhao Gang was grinding his teeth at the silent Junichiro.

Seeing Old Wang arrive through the crack in the door, Zhao Gang's eyes lit up. He stood up, pointed at Junichiro's nose, and began to berate him sternly, his spittle almost splashing onto the other man's face:

"Junichiro! Let me tell you, this is a military control zone, not your hometown!"

Stop with your charade! We already know your background, your family connections, and the nature of your shady operation!

If we clearly and frankly explain our hidden purpose and the root of our conflict with Sato, there might still be room for maneuver! If we remain obstinate and stubbornly resist…

Zhao Gang's voice suddenly turned cold and hard, carrying a murderous aura honed in deep-sea battles: "According to relevant laws and international practices, we have the right to take all necessary measures against clearly identified enemy spies! The consequences will be far beyond what you can bear!"

Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said! "

These words, though spoken with great force, ultimately remained merely verbal threats.

Those six famous words only appeared once on the northern battlefield, and were far from enough to stop a child from crying at night.

Junichiro sat upright on the sofa, his eyelids twitching slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

After Zhao Gang finished speaking, seeing that Junichiro still didn't move, he snorted coldly and strode out of the room. As he left, he slammed the door shut with a loud "bang."

After Zhao Gang left, Junichiro sat alone on the sofa, a slight, contemptuous smile playing on his lips. He straightened his collar, thinking to himself: The other party did indeed have some information. However, although this interrogation sounded harsh, it was still within the usual interrogation routine, nothing more than coercion and intimidation, trying to pry open a loophole.

As long as we withstand this pressure, don't show weakness, and don't reveal our true core secrets, if the other side doesn't have any more powerful follow-up measures, perhaps...

A barely perceptible hint of relaxation even crossed the corner of his mouth.

If the other party's interrogation skills are limited to this level, then the price he needs to pay might be within an acceptable range, and he might even be able to take advantage of the information gap to gain some initiative.

Outside the room, as soon as Zhao Gang stepped out, he winked at Old Wang and asked in a low voice, "How was my acting? Pretty good, right?"

Old Wang suppressed a laugh and gave him a thumbs up: "Amazing! With acting skills like yours, you'd be more than qualified to participate in the Hundred Flowers Awards!"

Although their conversation was soft, it was clearly heard by Jiang Xia, who was "watching from behind a curtain" next door.

Wow, the sound system in this room is pretty good. The sound receiver works really well.

But what exactly is Junichiro here for?

……

While Jiang Xia was deep in thought, Old Wang had already pushed open the door and gone inside.

The play has been played out completely.

The slight relaxation in Junichiro's heart was exactly the effect they wanted.

The real competition is just beginning.

Old Wang entered the room, closed the door behind him, but didn't sit down immediately. His gaze slowly swept across the room, finally settling on the wall.

There hangs a samurai sword with a distinct notebook style, its gilded hilt showing some signs of wear, clearly a trophy of a Soviet officer who once lived here.

Junichiro's gaze unconsciously followed Old Wang's eyes, and when he saw the knife, his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

groove!

The man before him had struck with his sword without hesitation back then in the chemical plant compound in Beijing! The sharp sound of the blade cutting through the air and the chilling killing intent were still his nightmares in the middle of the night.

Old Wang took in the other man's momentary fear before calmly sitting down on the sofa, sitting across a coffee table from Junichiro, and looking at him with a composed gaze.

“Mr. Junichiro,” Old Wang began, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters, “this meeting is somewhat unusual.”

Junichiro forced himself to remain calm, bowed slightly, and tried to gain some initiative: "Wang-san, it is indeed...an unexpected reunion. However, since we are meeting again in this way, perhaps we can be frank with each other?"

This actually involves some sensitive family business matters that are not convenient to discuss through public channels.

"Business dealings? Thinking of buying something from us again? Waste slag? Or... this time, have your eye on some other 'treasure'?"

Old Wang sneered, suddenly stood up, walked towards the decorative wall, and took the knife down.

His fingertips traced the cold scabbard, as if recalling something. Old Wang turned around, his gaze as tangible as it fell upon Junichiro, his tone flat: "Mr. Junichiro, the layout of this room reminds me of that afternoon in the Chemical Plant compound in Beijing."

Junichiro's body tensed instantly, and a stiff smile forced a smile onto his lips: "Wang-san, you have a good memory. However, with time having passed, what's the point of bringing up the past again?"

"significance?"

With a clang, Old Wang drew half of his knife, the gleaming blade reflecting the light from the window and casting flickering shadows on his face.

Junichiro's face turned completely pale, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"Wang Sang, is this a threat?"

"threaten?"

With a clang, Old Wang drew his knife completely: "I just want to confirm whether some things have truly changed with time."

He carried the knife and walked step by step toward Junichiro:

"For example, your fear of death."

Junichiro's face turned completely pale, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

“Wang Sang, this is not in accordance with… not in accordance with the way of hospitality, and it also damages the reputation of your army!”

"Guest?" Old Wang stopped three steps away from him, flicked his wrist, and pointed the tip of his knife at Junichiro, his tone suddenly sharp.

"Anyone who sneaks into the submarine and comes to our doorstep is a hostile guest! We have plenty of ways to deal with hostile guests! Tell me! What exactly do you want by joining the 'Sayao'? Why is Sato so determined to kill you?"

"Mr. Wang! It's a business matter..."

Old Wang's eyes flashed!

He suddenly pulled the knife out completely, the blade slicing through the air with a cold light!

Under Junichiro's horrified gaze, Old Wang did not chop, but instead slammed the tip of his knife into the coffee table in front of Junichiro!

"Duo!"

The blade was deeply embedded in the solid wood tabletop, vibrating violently and emitting a buzzing sound.

Just as Junichiro trembled in shock at this sudden action, Old Wang leaned down, his face almost touching the other's:

"Since this is a business matter, let's discuss how much your head is worth!"

"It's really a business matter! We want to buy your young lady!"

Ga?

The room fell silent upon hearing this.