one year later. 【No pop-up novel website】i.bsp; South China, a big city
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 too much.
It is inevitable to drink when meeting old classmates, but people who drink too much often do not do it because they are happy.
If he does well, he will naturally be very good at it. He wishes everyone knew how successful he was. 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 ambitions; 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 reading a few unremarkable documents as usual, I turned to a document marked "To Do", which was a news report from a city along the coast of Guangdong. In an idle maritime militia training base in the area, a group of strange people have been gathering for the past year. They engage in military training, formation training, running, and other military training activities there 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 and reported it to the Industry and Commerce Bureau. The Industrial and Commercial Law Enforcement Brigade conducted an inspection and found no signs of pyramid schemes. The local police station also visited and found no violations of law or discipline. The person in charge explained that this was the company's pre-job training for employees. I checked the business license 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 military department.
But this situation still makes people feel suspicious. So this report arrived on the desk of Guo Yi's leader in a roundabout way. The leader’s instructions: “If you have time,” the leader said, “check it out. See if there are any problems.”
Whether it is intelligence work or a stable job, sitting in the office and reading materials is always the main work 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 had never seen this person's information before. By the way, Mr. Wen is not a person who can be registered with them. However, he is well-known within the bureau as someone who likes to look through materials and search files. This hobby made him offend many people - he himself didn't know who the information he dug up offended - so even after several rounds of promotions in the department, he still served as his clerk. And all the work that can make meritorious deeds has nothing to do with him.
After collecting Wen Desi's information, we can see that this is an ordinary person with no characteristics. He is in his thirties and used to be an engineer and manager of several companies. He has a good income. I usually like to travel, have great interest in history and military affairs, and also do some handicrafts. He is a lover of outdoor sports and weapons, or some kind of "survival maniac". He is ready to dig holes all day long to survive the nuclear winter - maybe he has a lot of food supplies stored at home? But there was no evidence that he had or attempted to possess any weapons, not even dogs of any kind. He also often goes to some websites to post inquiries, such as which bullets are cheaper, equipment for outdoor activities, etc. He has a clean background, no bad records, and even no traffic violations.
The company under his name was registered six months 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 would not be difficult to get one million in capital - he checked Wen Desi's bank records: he split half a year ago I emptied my bank balance several times. There were more than 800,000 yuan before and after. After that, he no longer had so many fixed deposits in his personal account.
There is nothing fancy about the company account transactions, just normal business transactions, buying and selling. Expenses listed include: wages, water, electricity and office expenses. There is cash in the account, but not much, only around a few hundred thousand.
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 there were some minor financial mistakes, but in the 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 he didn't find that there was any potential for group violence or other disharmonious elements in this matter. However, since the leader has said his word, he might as well go on a business trip to conduct on-the-spot inquiries and relax.
This county town is ordinary. Like countless similar coastal towns in Guangdong, it is densely populated and economically prosperous. Prosperity has brought a large floating population here. In the square of the long-distance bus station, people with their families and their families carrying large and small bags come and go every day - 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, and sneak around with maps and slips of paper, either in groups or alone. People were looking around in the station square, 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 "travel trade" crookedly written on it. His once fair and plump face had become much thinner and darker. He was 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 like this in a small coastal town. 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 of them 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 coming to this small town and he scanned the crowd at the exit. His eyes immediately caught the unpacked cardboard box.
"travel trade"
Isn't this the company opened by Wen Desi? At this moment, the eyes of Xiao Zishan and his briefly intersected. This electric moment could perhaps be called a "destined encounter" - but neither of them shook their bodies and exuded endless bastard energy. Make the other party admire you. 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. He has not made much progress in other areas, but he has learned a lot about his ability to observe people's actions and emotions. This person's eyesight is sharp and alert, and he looks confident and calm in his movements. His clothes are low-key but clean, and he doesn't bring much luggage with him. This is a person who lives in the public sector and is most likely to be in some power department. This person was paying attention to himself. Of course, he was not interested in him, the fat black man, but in the packing box he was 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, and he lowered his voice as if he was a thief with 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 in fear, hoping that their answers would not attract anyone's attention.
The bustling people around were busy with their own things, and no one paid attention to them. Xiao Zishan calmed down for a moment. The person just now was gone. Somehow, he felt secretly worried. Should he inform 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 passengers. One person was excited, while the other seemed uneasy and alert, indicating that there was some secret in 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 and wrote down the license plate of the CMB.
The fact that the CMB didn't leave right away meant that other people would come. But Guo Yi decided not to accompany him here. He first went to the telecommunications and mobile company and retrieved the company's call records. Contrary to what he imagined, the company's phone calls were quite frequent, with a large number of calls coming in and out almost every day.
With the assistance of relevant local departments, we quickly found out where most of the fixed-line numbers belonged: most of them were domestic small and medium-sized enterprises, research institutes, and design institutes, as well as various trading and consulting companies. There are so many different types of companies.
Cell phones are a bit more troublesome. Numbers are assigned casually, many owners cannot be found, and the numbers are scattered over a wide area. Guo Yi started investigating from the landline end.
This investigation made him feel extremely confused.
This company is in frequent contact with enterprises, 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. Ordering motors, small hydropower equipment, and substation facilities is understandable. What is strange is that multiple sets of wind power systems were ordered, plus a large number of spare parts. The company also showed great enthusiasm for various drawings and technical information, even the manufacturing technology of condoms and sanitary napkins.
"Is he so rich?" Guo Yi had to put a big question mark on his motives, and the idea of money laundering came to mind again. Or are you engaged in technical intelligence collection? Judging from the feedback from enterprises, they are not interested in high-tech products. On the contrary, they are keen on simple and outdated outdated technologies and processes. Is there such a thing as an industrial spy in this world?
Are they using this as a fog to cover up some important secret? If so, what are they trying to do?
At night, Guo Yi lay exhausted on the hotel bed and hung up the phone calls from several people who wanted to give him a stress-relieving massage. Some recommended a "root bath" and said that this could be done "tomorrow". Another said there was a "new girl" - his mind was as messed up as a pot of porridge. He fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, Guo Yi saw Wen Desi, wearing a strange gown. A huge ship. Riding the wind and waves, in the distance is a verdant island with blue sky and white clouds, blue sea and silver sand...
