Rich, Rhine Metal; poor, Rhine Steel. 24

Chapter 24: Pawn! Board! Player! (First Update!)

The moment the words left his lips, the three people’s gazes converged on Durbi at the same time.

Durbi, however, looked bewildered.

What did it mean that he had a business deal to discuss? Did he look like a businessman?

No, it was with Kuin Tan·Aihamade·Alabira.

Where did he get that name?

At that moment, his pupils constricted, and he stared intently at the young man sitting on the sofa.

He knew Lin Yu, of course.

After all, he was a top student.

Someone who lived on scholarships.

Asians don’t age as quickly, so judging by his appearance, Lin Yu looked at least five or six years younger than him.

But the aura he exuded, and his habits, made him seem more like someone who had held a high position for a long time.

This was not someone to be trifled with.

Having made up his mind, Durbi used his most familiar tactic—finding an adult.

He blinked, turned to Liu Ming beside him, stared with his big, cute eyes, and asked, “Teacher?”

Hearing his student’s request, Liu Ming walked to the opposite side of Lin Yu, pulled up a chair, picked up the teacup on the table, and slowly sipped his tea.

After finishing his tea, he softly said, “You little rascal, stop beating around the bush. Just spit it out.”

At the tea table, Lin Yu slowly put down his teapot, looked up, and said seriously, “I want to meet Mr. Kuin Tan·Aihamade·Alabira of your resistance movement.”

“I have a business deal, or rather, a small experiment, I’d like to discuss with him.”

“If my information is correct, he should have arrived in Ha City recently.”

“Right?”

Lin Yu calmly stated his request, then calmly continued to pour tea.

He was so calm and composed.

As if everything was under his control.

However, this news was different for the three people beside him.

He Qingyang thoughtfully turned his gaze to the paper. In this paper, intelligence gathering was a top priority.

Kuin Tan·Aihamade·Alabira—the name wasn’t overly familiar, but he recognized it.

He was the one who had sent Hed·Aihamade·Durbi to enroll.

Only the later students were different.

In other words, this little brat wasn’t just writing, he’d already started putting it into practice.

Liu Ming, on the other hand, was curious.

Arab names are usually quite long and difficult to pronounce, but Lin Yu spoke clearly and confidently.

He was very curious about who had given him the information.

After a moment’s thought, he turned his gaze to He Qingyang, muttering to himself: Definitely this old turtle.

An old tortoise living for thousands of years, never doing anything good.

Behind them, Durbi showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

Because Alabira, the man he called uncle, was currently in Ha City.

He had landed less than 48 hours ago.

He came here to take Durbi back and to purchase some equipment from Russian smugglers.

After all, no one would expect Russian smugglers to be lurking in China.

Taking a deep breath, Durbi walked to Lin Yu, picked up a cup of cold tea, and drank it down in one gulp.

Gently putting down the cup, he asked with a cold face, “What is your purpose?”

“And where did you get this information?”

Reaching out to take the cup Durbi had finished, refilling it and pushing it back, Lin Yu explained:

“My purpose is that I know you’re planning to purchase some weapons and simple production lines.”

“And I happen to have some equipment that’s specifically designed to counter them.”

“Cheap and durable. Quality guaranteed.”

“You might want to consider it.”

“By the way, please give Mr. Alabira a message. Ask him if he wants to be the player, the board, or the pawn.”

Lin Yu skirted the main issue and changed the subject.

This information actually came from Liu Ming in his past life.

Years after graduation, Liu Ming finally achieved his wish and became the principal of Sheng Ma Jia Gou Vocational and Technical College. Lin Yu happened to be back at school recruiting people during that time.

While having dinner together, Liu Ming talked about the whereabouts of the students that year, including Durbi’s, for a long time.

He kept lamenting that the seemingly refined student was actually a Palestinian.

He had gone to war and died silently.

In his lamentations, some past information was revealed.

Lin Yu listened intently.

Now that he was reborn, this overheard information came in handy.

After speaking, Lin Yu kept looking at Durbi. After a while, he found that his Arab classmate didn’t show anger or any other emotion.

Excellent.

He already possessed a certain amount of composure.

Their eyes met, they stared at each other for a while, and Durbi nodded slightly, replying:

“I’ll pass it on. But I can’t guarantee that Uncle Alabira will see you.”

“Also, if he wants to see you, where should you meet?”

“It can’t be in the student dormitory, can it?”

The next second, Lin Yu’s gentle voice rang out: “Your dormitory. I can’t afford a hotel.”

“I’ll wait for your good news.”

“Mm.” Casually responding, Durbi nodded to Liu Ming, saying, “Teacher, I’ll go back first.”

The door closed gently. He Qingyang pounced on Lin Yu, quickly asking, “Where did you get that information?”

Faced with the question, Lin Yu put on a delicate hand gesture, mimicking a theatrical style and singing, “This wise man has his own clever methods.”

As soon as he finished, he saw two hands raised.

Faced with the pressure, he could only raise his hands in surrender, using the excuse he had prepared.

“I met Alabira before when I was getting things from the Fourth Machine Tool Factory.”

“But I didn’t have any plans back then, so I didn’t look for him. Now I do, but I can’t find him.”

Hearing his explanation, He Qingyang and the others suddenly understood, uttering an “Oh.”

Then, He Qingyang continued to ask: “If Alabira doesn’t buy anything, will your broken 567 Factory go bankrupt?”

As he spoke, a cunning look appeared on his face, like an old fox.

Seeing this, Lin Yu was speechless.

He could only deflect the question, asking Liu Ming to help guide the industrial part of his thesis.

Meanwhile, Durbi walked out of the administrative building, looked up for a while downstairs, then turned and walked into the crowd.

He first went to the cafeteria for a meal, then packed a few more to carry.

Then he walked towards the west gate of the school.

Outside the west gate were houses of varying heights, haphazardly and unplannedly arranged.

Between the houses were narrow alleys, intertwined and overlapping.

Ten minutes later, Durbi stopped in front of a two-story shop and entered.

The shop was a large open space, with only an office desk placed by the staircase.

Beside the desk, an Arab man sat, writing diligently.

Durbi placed the food on the table and asked, “Is Uncle Alabira back?”

“Upstairs.” Answering concisely, the man put down his pen and took a meal, opening it.

Taking a deep breath, he happily ate.

Durbi took the remaining food upstairs.

The door to the upstairs room was open, and the sounds of an argument could be heard; the speech was rapid.

Entering the room and putting down the food, Durbi ignored the arguing people and said directly:

“Uncle Alabira, I have a classmate who asked me to tell you, he wants to know if you want to be the player, the board, or the pawn.”

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