New York, USA, 55th Floor, Lecce Building.

Kohler stood in front of the huge skylight window, looking at the endless flow of cars and people like ants on the street, full of pride and pride.

As the world's largest economy, and New York is the financial center of the United States, the Lecce Building is located in the center of New York, and its economic value and social status cannot be estimated. The companies settled in it are all world-renowned enterprises, and 55 floors is a relatively high number.

In this world of class divisions and their grave capital, the 55th floor is not only a number, but also represents an identity and status.

Kohler took a sip of his coffee, and his spirit, which had been slightly exhausted from the busy overtime work last night, seemed to be a little better.

Knock knock! There was two knocks on the office door, which was twisted open from the outside, and the white female secretary poked her head out and said respectfully:

"Boss, Mr. Jayne is here."

Khloe turned around, put down his coffee cup, sat down again, his face returned to his usual calm and seriousness, and said in a deep voice, "Call him in." ”

The white female secretary took the order, and after a while, a middle-aged man with meticulous hair, a black suit, tie, and leather shoes walked in, with some dark skin, but not as good as the black man, he should be a mixed race.

"Boss." He greeted respectfully.

Kohler motioned for the secretary to withdraw, and when he saw that the door was closed, his stern and rigid face regained a little lightness and softness, and asked with a smile:

"Old Jayne, you and I have worked together for many years, and we have been old friends for many years, if you didn't help me at the beginning, it is still unknown whether the Herbalife Group can reach the scale it is today. Therefore, between you and me, there is no need to be so restrained. ”

After saying that, after a slight pause, he continued:

"Drink something?"

The middle-aged half-breed named Jayne showed a trace of gratitude on his meticulous face, but he quickly restrained himself, he shook his head to refuse, and then frowned:

"No need, thank you boss."

Khloe shrugged his shoulders helplessly, old Jayne is good at everything, but he is too old-fashioned, and he likes to follow the rules at every glance. This was his habit for many years, and Kohler didn't want to dwell on it any longer, so he said:

"Well, old Jayne, is there anything wrong with coming to me so early?"

In fact, Old Jain has been in charge of a certain external business of the group for many years, and he is usually running around, extremely busy, and rarely sees it several times a year. This morning, he suddenly called Kohler, saying that there was something important to report, which surprised Kohler and was a little worried.

Jayne Sr. didn't say much, but handed the folder in his hand to Kohler, motioning for him to take a look at it first.

The folder was not thick, only a few thin pages, but it was these few pages, and Kohler's face was cloudy after reading it.

He put down the folder, frowned and asked:

"Is this true?"

In fact, he no longer doubted it in his heart, but he just didn't believe it subconsciously.

The group's predecessor relied on Kohler's ancestors to design and supply submarines for the military, and many of the core technologies have been kept secret until now. Although the group has carried out diversified development, involving several fields such as real estate, medical care, and finance, the most essential core industry is submarine manufacturing.

And this document does not contain much, but it just says that during World War II, the R3-4 class submarine "Little Tuna" designed and developed by the Corbalife Group was discovered by Huaxia.

Kohler vividly remembers that the "Little Tuna" built ten ships that year, because of design flaws, eight were recalled, two were commissioned and missing, one of the missing one was sunk, and its wreckage was tossed and turned back to the United States a few years ago.

According to the information revealed by insiders, the wreckage was sent by the Huaxia [***] side, and it is very likely that the "Little Tuna" was restored by the Huaxia military and copied out.

However, Kohler is not worried at all, some of the core technologies in submarines can be made from copycats, and no matter how similar they are, they are in vain.

However, now it is different, if Huaxia really finds another "Little Tuna", and can still start without damage, the overall technical parameters will be undoubtedly exposed, especially the noise reduction system, in the "Little Tuna" has begun to take shape, and now the submarine manufactured by the Colbalife Group, in which the noise reduction system is evolved from the "Little Tuna", which is equivalent to exposing its core technology to the Huaxia military!

Kohler does not know to what extent the Huaxia military has designed the noise reduction system for submarines, but one thing is certain, that is, no matter what method is used, the Huaxia military must not be allowed to get it!

He shifted his gaze to old Jayne.

Old Jayne would not fail to understand the seriousness of the matter, and his cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with fine light, and he said in a deep voice:

"The matter has not yet reached the point where it cannot be solved, I don't know if the boss found it, there is a detail in the document, it was not someone from the Huaxia military who found the submarine, but a young man named 'Suning'."

Kohler was stunned for a moment, and his gaze moved to the document again, his index and middle fingers slightly curled, tapping lightly on the tabletop, which was his habit of thinking about things.

"You mean, we can buy the submarine from this little guy named Suning?"

Before he finished speaking, he first laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "Impossible, Huaxia is not the United States, and it is impossible for Huaxia [***] to watch us do this." ”

Old Jayne nodded in agreement, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The old friend's habitual surname action, Kohler will not not understand, his heart suddenly settled, and said with a smile:

"Old Jayne, don't sell it, just say what you can do."

Old Jayne changed his stereotype just now, and his face was full of confidence and sharpness.

"We can't buy it, and we don't have to."

"Oh?" Kohler frowned, as if thinking about something.

Old Jayne continued: "Don't forget, in Huaxia Country, in addition to the military, there is another behemoth. ”

Kohler was shocked, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly lifted his spirits and said in surprise: "You mean ......"

Old Jain nodded, grinning:

"Yes, it's the local political axe of Huaxia. The name 'Suning' is in Z City, I have checked the group's information, last year Huaxia Z City applied to our group for a medical assistance worth tens of millions of US dollars, that is, let us go to Z City to open a general hospital with an international surname. ”

"The group has been dragging its feet, believing that the influence of Z city is not enough and the development potential is insufficient. It was a money-losing deal, but now it's different! ”

Old Jayne's eyes lit up, like a great white shark foraging for food.

"As long as the local government of Z City agrees to us to exchange the submarine of the 'Little Tuna', we will not only invest in the opening of a general hospital with an international surname, but also invest in medical equipment worth tens of millions of dollars. I am not afraid that they will not be tempted, once they are tempted, the Chinese military wants to get the submarine again, which is tantamount to a fool's dream. After all, compared to the local political axe, the military is too far away and too large, and when they react, the 'little tuna' is already in our hands......"

After listening to this, Kohler's worried expression was swept away, and he gently picked up his coffee and saluted old Jayne from afar.

"I've seen the Little Tuna in front of me, cheers, old Jayne!"

After speaking, he raised his head and drank it all.

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