LRAB Chapter 306 Singapore Strategy and Chapter Beijing
Chapter 306 Singapore Strategy and Chapter Beijing
When Lin Yan opened the door, the nightlight in the entryway cast a warm glow in the dark. Charles was waiting beside him, taking the coat he had taken off.
"Charles," Lin Yan loosened his collar, "I'm preparing to return to Beijing in the next few days. Flying on the sword is too exhausting; I'll arrange a charter flight tomorrow." He paused, then added, "Have Alexander inquire if there are any suitable private jets available for purchase, preferably a model with a spacious cabin."
"Understood, young master." Charles nodded slightly, carefully draping his coat over his arm. "I'll make the necessary preparations tomorrow."
Three days later, the plane landed smoothly at Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport. Lin Er was already waiting on the tarmac, and when he saw Lin Yan walking down the steps looking radiant, he couldn't help but tear up.
He strode forward and gave Lin Yan a firm hug, his voice choked with emotion: "Young Master, it's so good to see you back safe and sound."
Lin Yan was touched by his rare display of emotion, and gently patted his back, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart.
Lin Yan returned to the Deep Water Bay villa. He had just let Xiao Qi out of the space to get some fresh air when Lin Er walked into the study carrying a thick stack of documents.
"Young Master, this is all the progress made over the past five years." Lin Er gently placed the documents on the desk, his voice filled with a sense of relief.
Lin Yan casually flipped through the report, nodding occasionally. When he saw that the two R&D centers were already capable of independently producing precision instruments, a look of approval flashed in his eyes.
"Young Master, would you like to go and take a look at the R&D center yourself?" Lin Er eagerly suggested.
Lin Yan waved his hand, his fingertips lightly tapping on the report: "No need. I'll stay behind the scenes; the fewer people who know, the safer it is." He looked up at Lin Er, "Tell me about the situation in Singapore."
"Yes," Lin Er immediately replied solemnly. "The Li family did initially put up a fierce resistance, so we had no choice but to take necessary measures. After eliminating a few die-hards, the remaining members all realized the situation. In the end, we arranged for the entire Li family to be shipped back to China and placed under house arrest in Guangdong. Young Master, do you think we should deal with them to prevent future troubles? Currently, on the surface, one of our Golden Core cultivators, Lin Jiaze, is in charge."
He opened another document: "Those Chinese businessmen you had Lin San rescue back then have all settled down in Singapore. With their financial and labor contributions, urban development is progressing rapidly. The Singapore section of the Strait of Malacca port has been upgraded, and over the next five years, we plan to gradually take control of the Kuala Lumpur section's operations."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's eyes lit up with a pleased smile: "Well done, you know how to apply what you've learned to other situations."
Lin Yan picked up his teacup and gently blew on it to cool it down, his gaze sweeping across the lush courtyard outside the window: "Lin Er, I remember saying before, revolution, how can it be without bloodshed?"
"We can't keep watch over them forever. Besides..." He tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, "I never believed that someone like Lee Kuan Yew would willingly relinquish power. Once a man has tasted power, he's like an addict—he can't quit."
Lin Yan raised his eyes, a cold glint in them: "So... let the Li family go. Remember to do it cleanly."
"Understood." Lin Er nodded in understanding.
"Go ahead." Lin Yan picked up the documents again, his tone softening. "Have Yu Ling prepare some snacks; Xiao Qi must be hungry."
A week later
Lin Yan stood in the study of the Deep Water Bay villa, the night view of Victoria Harbour outside the window was deep. He turned to Lin Yi, who stood solemnly to his side, and instructed him:
"I plan to go back to Beijing tomorrow! There are a few things I want to tell you!"
"The American war in Vietnam is going to escalate, and they need a reliable logistical support center. Singapore's geographical location makes it their top choice."
He walked to the map and lightly touched the Strait of Malacca with his finger: "In principle, the US military is allowed to purchase supplies in Singapore. We have plenty of food and meat; this is a big business opportunity. But remember—"
Lin Yan's gaze suddenly sharpened: "The bottom line is absolutely no stationing of troops. Supplies can be sold, ports can be opened, but Singapore must maintain its autonomy. Let Lin Jiaze handle this delicate balance."
"Tell Jiaze," Lin Yan picked up his teacup, his tone meaningful, "that we're businessmen, not vassals. We'll supply the US military with whatever grain and meat they want, at prices 30% above international market rates. If we don't profit from this war, someone else will."
"Regarding the issue of troop deployment..." He put down his teacup, "If the US exerts pressure, have Jiaze politely decline on the grounds of 'maintaining neutrality in Southeast Asia.' If necessary, make appropriate concessions, such as allowing their transport ships to dock for maintenance, but not a single combat unit should remain."
Lin Yi carefully noted down every detail: "Understood. I will make sure Jiaze strikes the right balance, neither embarrassing the Americans nor letting them push their luck."
"Very good." Lin Yan nodded in satisfaction.
Five years later, Lin Yan stepped into the courtyard house on Dongxinglong Street once again. Lin San had been waiting for him in the courtyard for a long time. After Lin Yan removed the talisman and revealed himself, Lin San stepped forward and bowed deeply: "Young Master, welcome back!" Lin Yan helped him up with both hands and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."
With a slight thought, Lin Yan brought Lin Gang, Wang Yuling, and Xiao Qi out of the space.
Lin San's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to give Lin Gang a firm hug: "Gangzi! It's been five years!"
Lin Gang, however, wore a long face and poked Lin San's chest irritably: "You really only experienced five years. Yu Ling and I were forgotten by the young master in the spatial dimension. Five years outside, but over 1,800 years inside!"
Wang Yuling, standing to the side, smiled and gently tugged at Lin Gang's sleeve: "Gangzi, say less."
Listening to his subordinate's merciless complaints, Lin Yan awkwardly touched his nose, unable to utter a single rebuttal. He simply picked up Xiao Qi, who was spinning on the floor, and turned to walk towards the north room: "Ahem... well, I'll take Xiao Qi to settle in first."
Little Qi let out a joyful "woof" in his arms, its fluffy tail brushing against his arm. Lin Yan quickened his pace unconsciously.
After dinner, Lin San carried a steaming cup of spiritual tea into the north room and gently placed it beside Lin Yan.
"Lin San, tell me about what's happened these past few years!"
Lin San sat down in the armchair beside him. "As you instructed, we have been gradually reducing our grain trade with the government. Now it's only about 30% of what it was during the difficult times."
Lin Yan blew away the tea foam, signaling him to continue.
"At first, the higher-ups were indeed reluctant," Lin San smiled, "but I laid out the accounts on the table and gave them a clear breakdown of the costs—how much we've lost over the years, and if we still wanted to trade at this volume, we'd have to pay 50% more at the international market price."
He picked up his cup of tea and took a sip: "And guess what? They immediately fell silent."
A few cicadas chirped outside the window. Lin San put down his teacup, his expression turning serious. "Just as you predicted, all sorts of monsters and scoundrels have emerged in the past two years. But no one dares to touch us yet, after all, the entire country's rubber imports now depend on our line."
"Young Master, I've figured it out now." Lin San's eyes gleamed. "Free things are indeed the most expensive. What we gained by exchanging cheap grain and rubber was the initiative. If they really have any ulterior motives..."
Lin Yan picked up the conversation, his tone calm yet tinged with coldness: "Then we dare to strike at the heart of the problem."
"That's exactly right!" Lin San clapped his hands and laughed. "This situation is actually more interesting than open warfare."
Lin Yan gently swirled his teacup, watching the tea leaves rise and fall within it: "Like boiling a frog in lukewarm water, we can keep the other creatures in the pond from disturbing them. By the time they realize what's happening, they'll already be inseparable from us."