A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 561 I am the man who turned the impossible into the possible!

"Uncle, is this all over? Why is it that when you told the truth, the other executives didn't seem to care?"

The originally serious meeting ended quickly because Uncle Jin pulled out another set of pictures. The pictures showed signs of cultivation in a wasteland, especially in some plots where plants had already blossomed with flamboyant flowers.

"Gentlemen, look, compared to the pointless act of blasting mountains in Beijing, what's here is what should get our attention!"

"After all, under the Boggs Act and the Narcotics Control Act, we have long-arm jurisdiction over these areas! Allowing these narcotics to flow into the country will harm our youth..."

As Uncle Jin spoke, he subtly winked at the team leaders. One of them stood up, assessed the size of the plots of land, and his eyes lit up.

"Manager Jin is right! I also have evidence here. The Chinese people are still living in dire straits, and their leaders are worried about their people's stomachs..."

"In order to take an unconventional approach, the French provided humanitarian aid to the Chinese, sending tens of tons of wheat, which moved their leaders to tears of gratitude..."

As the team leader spoke, he pulled out a French newspaper, which happened to have an article about the second batch of humanitarian aid wheat being loaded onto a ship and set sail.

"Therefore, I believe that China poses no threat at this time. Why don't we shift the focus of our meeting to the fight against drug traffickers?"

"You must understand that drugs have a devastating impact on a nation's youth!"

"I approve the proposal!"

"Reconsideration!"

"I second that! However, I believe our team should be the one to carry out this strike..."

Seeing his subordinates' enthusiastic comments, the director still shook his head grimly: "That country is too big. Don't forget the blows they dealt us on the northern battlefield. We shouldn't let them have it too easy. We should give them some trouble!"

"Director! We did it!"

"Hmm? What operation did you carry out? I didn't see it in the memo." The director flipped through the white notebook in front of him, and after confirming that he could not find the relevant funds, he looked up again.

“Hey, do you still remember that old guy Carmen?” another team leader chimed in.

"That Carmen?" The chief began searching through his acquaintances. Was there anyone named Carmen?

Hmm, the Carmen music sounds familiar. Last time I danced with some porn star, her hip movements were...

“Theodore von Kármán! That old man…”

Crack! The director looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Damn it! How dare you mess with that guy? Thanks to his influence, Foberle was thoroughly humiliated."

At the recent White House meeting, the director of the Federal Reserve was once again thoroughly ridiculed by the young president.

Hmm, so young indeed, daring to provoke the bald eagle's nine thousand-year-old. Heh, perhaps there will be a good show to watch next.

The bureau chief snapped out of his reverie: "Why did you go and provoke him?"

"He didn't openly provoke anyone. He recently raised some funds to buy wheat in the country, intending to send it to his students. But Ferberle tricked him by sending a manager to persuade him to buy some 'wheat futures.' Now that he can't get the physical wheat, the old man is very frustrated."

"What does that have to do with us?"

"Uh, Director, you know that futures are a kind of financial derivative, right? Although futures trading allows buyers and sellers to buy or sell specific commodities or financial instruments at a predetermined price and quantity at a predetermined time in the future, it is still easily affected by local environmental factors..."

"Our task force issued a ban on the transshipment of wheat by ships of foreign nationality, which caused the price of wheat to rise."

"It's like that old man bought 100,000 units of wheat, but now he's only delivered less than 80,000 units..."

"Hehehe, wouldn't you say this is what you meant by causing a little trouble over there!"

The bureau chief frowned, seemingly somewhat displeased.

Uncle Jin raised an eyebrow and looked at this guy who was nominally the action captain but was actually the policy director of the monster room, and he was secretly delighted.

"You idiot, don't you know that although our two companies cooperate, competition is still our top priority? This is a perfect opportunity to take you down this time, and use you as a sacrifice for some unknown bomb!"

So Uncle Jin tidied up the photos, secretly inserting a few that hadn't been shown yet into a thick stack of photos.

He turned around and handed it to the young Johnson, then raised his hand in acknowledgment.

The inexplicable sense of order greatly pleased the bureau chief. He glanced at the team leaders who were still vying for the operation slots, and then gave Uncle Jin a smile.

"Larry, Larry, Larry. Out of so many people, you're always the quietest, which is good, very good. Do you have something important to say?"

"Yes, Director, I have some immature opinions that may differ from those of some of you here. I wonder... if I should say them!"

"Hey... I believe you, after all, you've been through so many tests. Speak! Speak boldly!"

Uncle Jin took a deep breath. Fortune favors the bold! Today, watch me turn the impossible into the possible!

Today, I'm going to take the title of the first Chinese director in the CIA!

I'm determined to be the head of the Monster Room Policy Office!

"Commissioner Smith! You traitor who betrayed the intelligence agency's interests!"

Wow...that's a really loud sound...

Uncle Jin really knows how to grab attention. Several team leaders who were vying for the benefits stopped arguing and looked over in surprise.

"You're talking nonsense!" The director was still fantasizing about being praised by the bureau chief when Uncle Jin's words made him furious.

A string of words starting with F came out of that man's mouth as if they were free, mixed with words like yellow bananas, pigs, and people who should be arrested to repair railway tracks.

"Nonsense? You know perfectly well that we are vying with Fober for domestic influence, yet you blatantly hand over your weakness. Isn't that betrayal?"

"Furthermore, your actions have likely gotten our bureau into serious trouble! On the contrary, our opponents have perfectly extricated themselves from this incident..."

Director Smith was even more furious: "You're talking nonsense! What big trouble could a mere old schoolteacher possibly cause!"

"Besides, the product manager who tricked him was sent by Foberle! I only ordered the ships not to accept the cargo!"

"Wow, he's already done it without much effort. If everyone in this group were like him, my path would be much easier! Haha!"

Uncle Jin showed his first genuine smile of the day.

You are already a dead man!