A year later.

A large city in southern China

Guo Yi walked into the office. He was a civil servant of the Republic, but he had come to work a little later than the appointed time to-day—he had dinner and had a few more drinks with a few old classmates last night.

When old classmates meet, it is inevitable to drink, but people who drink too much often do not do so because they are happy.

Mixed haode, naturally cowhide, wish everyone knew how successful he was, mixed not haode, simply not appeared.

He is not slipping away like this, and his mood is actually the most depressed......

mixed haode, looked down on them, ridiculed them for being comfortable and had no ambitions; I don't know how to mix it, and I always feel that they don't work and take the people's hard-earned money......

There are some materials on the table, all of which are materials on the latest social trends -- Guo Yi works in a department that specializes in maintaining social stability, unity, harmony, and stability.

After routinely looking at a few materials with no tricks, I turned to a material marked with a "to-do" sign, which was a dynamic notice from a coastal city in Guangdong. For nearly a year, a strange group of people has gathered in an idle maritime militia training base in the area, where they conduct military training, practice queues, runs, and other military physical training activities every day. The meeting was held late in the evening, and there seemed to be the sound of slogans being shouted. Some people suspected that they were engaged in pyramid schemes, and reported to the industrial and commercial bureau, and the industrial and commercial law enforcement brigade went to inspect once, but found no signs of pyramid schemes; The local police station also visited it, and did not find any violations of law and discipline. The person in charge explained that this is the company's pre-job training for employees. After checking the business license or something, there is indeed such a company, which has been established for more than a year, and this militia training base is rented by the company from the local armed forces.

But the situation still makes people feel suspicious. So this report turned around and arrived on the table of Guo Yi's leader. The leader instructed: "If you have time," the leader said, "just check it out." See if there are any problems. ”

Whether it's intelligence work or stability work, sitting in the office and reading materials is always the main part of the work.

One of the characters involved in the materials is named Wen Desi, and judging from the registration information, he is the legal person, chairman and general manager of the company.

Guo Yi hadn't read this person's information before. In other words, this article is not a character who can be registered with them. However, in the bureau, he is famous for liking to look through materials and check files. This hobby offended him - he himself did not know who he had offended by the information he turned up - so he continued to be his section member after several rounds of promotions in the department. And all the work that can make meritorious contributions has nothing to do with him.

Judging from the materials that Wen Desi has mobilized, this is an ordinary characterless character, in his thirties, who used to be an engineer and manager in several companies, and has a good income. I usually like to travel, and I have a great interest in history and military affairs, and I also do some handicrafts or something. Is he a lover of wilderness sports and weapons, or some kind of "survival maniac" who is ready to burrow through the nuclear winter all day long - probably he has a lot of food stuff in his house? But there is no evidence that he possessed or attempted to possess any weapons, not even dogs of any kind. He also often posts on websites asking about what bullets are cheaper, equipment for field activities, and so on. He has an innocent background, no bad records, and he can't even find out about traffic violations.

The company under his name was registered half a year ago with a registered capital of 1 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 went to work in the past, it was not difficult to get one million capital out - he checked Wen Desi's bank records: half a year ago, he withdrew his bank deposits in several installments. There were more than 800,000 yuan before and after, and after that, there were no so many fixed deposits in his personal account.

The company's account is going back and forth, and I can't see any reputation, normal business dealings, buying and selling. The expenses included include: salaries, utilities and office expenses. There is cash on the account, but it is not much, and it only maintains a level of more than 100,000 yuan.

Guo Yi checked the information of the tax bureau and confirmed his idea -- the company's business activities are carried out normally, and the taxes and fees have been paid a lot, although some small financial flaws have been discovered, there is no problem in the aspect of tax leakage, and of course there are still reasonable tax avoidances.

Guo Yi thought about it for a long time, but didn't find any potential for mass incidents or other discordant elements in this matter. However, since the leader has spoken, it is better to simply go on a business trip to inquire on the spot, and the right to be distracted.

The county is ordinary, and like countless similar coastal towns in Guangdong, it is densely populated and economically prosperous. Prosperity has brought a large number of migrants to the area. In the square of the long-distance bus station, people with their families and bags come and go every day - looking for their dreams.

In the midst of this surging crowd, there have been real uninvited guests almost every day for half a year, dressed in different costumes, in tunes from south to north, sneakily holding maps and notes, or in groups of three or five, or acting alone, looking around the station square looking for something.

Xiao Zishan stood at the exit of the bus station, holding an open fruit packing box in his hand, and writing a few calligraphy words crookedly "through trade". The once white and chubby face was much thinner and darker, wearing a sweat-stained advertising shirt and a straw hat with a broken brim.

The former white-collar workers of foreign companies, although unemployed, appeared in a small coastal town like this - even Xiao Zishan himself did not know whether he was crazy or was having an absurd dream - but this dream was a little too long. Moreover, he knows that more and more people are chasing the same dream.

Today, as usual, some more people will come, and Xiao Zishan knows that some of them will retreat and hesitate as before, and some will not be chosen. The road of dreams will be tortuous.

Guo Yi came out of the station, the weather in September was still a little hot, and the sun was hot. It was the first time he had come to this small town, and he glanced at the crowd at the exit of the station. His eyes immediately drew attention to the open cardboard box.

"Crossing the Trade"

Isn't this the company that Wende opened? At this moment, Xiao Zishan and his gaze briefly intersected, and this moment of lightning and flint may be called a "fateful encounter" - but neither of them was shocked, and they exuded endless Wang Ba's aura to make each other worship. Guo Yi was interested in this company, while Xiao Zishan realized that this person was not good.

Xiao Zishan has been working in sales for many years, and he has not made much progress in other things, but he has learned a lot about the ability to observe words and look at people. Seeing that this person has a keen eye, he looks confident and calm in his gestures, his clothes are low-key but neat, and he doesn't carry a lot of luggage. This is a man who eats public meals, and nine times out of ten in some department of power. This person is paying attention to himself, of course, not interested in him, the fat black man, but the packing box he is holding.

Before he could turn his next thought, a tall and fat young man with a large bag with him had already met him:

"Crossing the Company?"

"yes, you are?"

"I'm here to cross......"

Xiao Zishan Waterfall Khan: Boss, you won't say it in public, "Hmm...... This one...... Where did the PLA sweep? ”

Everyone has to make the right incision, I don't know who came up with this inexplicable rule, and we are not a northern quyi school...... Probably someone's black talk complex.

"Asia, Asia." The young man was probably still immersed in excitement, and his voice was very loud, "I'm 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 like a thief. Go to the parking lot, there is a minibus, the number is ******. ”

"What about Mr. Wen......"

"You'll see you in a moment...... I still have to pick up a few people......" Xiao Zishan looked around in fear, hoping that their answer would not attract attention.

The people around were busy with their own business, and no one paid attention to them. Xiao Zishan made up his mind a little, the person just now was gone, somehow, he was a little secretly worried in his heart, do you want to report to the executive committee when you go back?

Guo Yi observed them in a corner for a long time that day. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he roughly knew that the person with the fruit box was picking up the station. One person was agitated, while the other seemed uneasy and alert, indicating that there was some secret in the conversation. Judging from the familiarity of the pick-up person with the surrounding environment and the wear and tear on the packing box, such pick-up activities have been going on for quite a long time. During this period, he followed the enthusiastic Meng Xian to the parking lot and wrote down the license plate of the minibus.

The bus didn't leave right away, indicating that there would be other people coming. But Guo Yi decided not to accompany him here. He first went to the telecom and mobile company and called up the company's call records, which, contrary to his imagination, were still quite frequent, with a large number of calls coming in and out almost every day.

With the assistance of the relevant local departments, the territory of most fixed-line numbers was quickly ascertained: the vast majority of them were some small and medium-sized enterprises, research institutes, and design institutes in China, as well as various trade and consulting companies. There are all kinds of businesses.

Mobile phones are more troublesome, mobile phone numbers are more arbitrary, many owners cannot be found, and the number is scattered in too wide a region. Guo Yi started the investigation from the fixed line.

This investigation made him feel extremely confused.

This company frequently contacts enterprises, research institutes, and design institutes all over the country, and also purchases a lot of equipment and materials, which is not special as an enterprise - but the range of industries involved in the equipment it purchases is too wide and strange. It is understandable to order generators, small hydropower equipment, and substation facilities, but strangely enough, several wind power systems were ordered, plus a large number of spare parts. The company also showed great enthusiasm for various drawings and jishu materials, and was even interested in the manufacture of condoms and sanitary napkins.

"He's so rich?" Guo Yi had to put a big question mark about his motives, and the idea of money laundering once again came to mind. Or is it engaged in jishu intelligence gathering? Judging from the feedback from enterprises, they are not interested in high-tech products, on the contrary, they are keen on those simple and backward outdated jishu and processes. Is there such an industrial spy in this shijie?

Are they using this fog to hide some great secret? If so, what are they trying to do?

At night, Guo Yi lay exhausted on the bed in the hotel, hung up N calls to do a decompression massage for him, and recommended a "root bath", and said that this can be "Minglai". Another said that there was a "new little girl" - her mind was like a pot of porridge. Groggily asleep.

In the dream, Guo Yi saw Wen Desi, wearing a strange long shirt. A huge ship. Riding the wind and waves, in the distance, is a verdant island, blue sky and white clouds, blue sea and silver sand......