Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

The vehicle first drove towards the company's resident in downtown Mumbai, where Li Yiru was ready for the reception. Zhang Heng did not refuse, although his body did not respond, but the three of Thompson and Zhao Qing who followed him must have been exhausted from the journey, and it was reasonable to let the three rest for a night.

The vehicle was moving slowly on the road full of potholes.

Looking from the car window, the suburban area is surrounded by yellow land on both sides, and there are occasional small shacks. There are hardly any buildings or factories. It is not until approaching the urban area that building-style buildings gradually appear.

After entering the urban area of ​​Mumbai, Zhang Heng has only one feeling, that is, it is dirty and messy!

There is no left or right on the roads in the urban area. Buses, trolleys, tricycles, and motorcycles are crowded together. Wherever there is a gap, you can go where you want to go. Even Zhang Heng saw an ox cart on the road ahead!

Where the ox cart passed, rows of yellow-green cow dung were scattered evenly, and then flattened by a car, like a piece of grass cake stuck to the road.

Before he could regain his senses, a large truck whizzed past with a deafening horn, almost rubbing Zhang Heng's Mercedes-Benz.

Everyone in the car sucked in a breath of air-conditioning. Only Fang Hao, who was driving, smiled bitterly, "Boss, this is the style in India. You will get used to it when you walk around the streets more."

Zhang Heng rubbed his ears calmly, and quickly closed the car window and turned on the air conditioner. Only then did he feel better, at least it was not as noisy as the outside environment, but the car could only move slowly at a walking speed, and it often ran in and out. There are cattle and sheep in the way.

The most bizarre thing is that Zhang Heng even saw a bus converted from an Allied military vehicle of World War II, and even the steel bars on the windows were still there. This is not enough to be amazed. What is amazing is that when the bus entered the platform, it did not stop, and the passengers above jumped out of the window. At the same time, those who wanted to get on the bus followed a trot and then jumped up!

The wonders along the way made Zhang Heng and Thompson stunned. The two cars stumbled and finally entered the city center after more than an hour.

Compared with the urban fringe, the city center is much more normal. The bright high-rise buildings and clean billboards give everyone a feeling of returning from ancient times to modern times.

In the city center, the company rented an office building as the company's office location in the city, responsible for serving customers. Next to the office building is a three-star hotel.

For convenience, Li Yiru set up a reception banquet here.

After getting off the bus at the entrance of the hotel, Zhang Heng was stunned. He knew that the edges of Indian cities were full of slums, but he did not expect Mumbai to be even more outrageous. The slums were directly crowded with the city center.

A large number of plastic sheds are piled up around the hotel and on the side of the road without buildings. There are small workshops for plastic recycling, leather products, and pottery products. The air is still filled with the pungent smell of curry rice and sewage.

"Zhang Heng, this way." Just when Zhang Heng was speechless, Li Yiru's voice came from the front. Zhang Heng turned his head and saw that Li Yiru was wearing a white T-shirt at this time, and his lower body was a Light blue jeans and no makeup. It is estimated that in this kind of place, you can get away more than ten streets away from local women without makeup.

Zhang Heng also smiled and waved at Li Yiru, and said a few words casually, and everyone entered the hotel under the warm reception of the waiter in front of the door.

The hotel in the city center has been renovated and magnificent, with huge and luxurious revolving doors, neatly dressed doors, luxurious red carpets and splendid chandeliers inside the door, and the filth of the outside world is like two worlds.

"Are you still used to staying in the past half month?" Several people were welcomed into the luxury private room that had been booked. Zhang Heng sat first, and then everyone sat down one by one. Seeing Li Yiru sitting beside him naturally, Zhang Heng sat down. Heng asked casually.

"It's alright." Li Yiru rolled his eyes at Zhang Heng, "Apart from being a little unaccustomed to it at first, I've gotten used to it a lot now.

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"Oh?" Zhang Heng looked at Li Yiru in surprise.

In fact, he himself had been in India for a few hours, and he could not stand the environment here. He didn't expect that the pampered Li Yiru would adapt to such a messy country better than himself.

"Who is this, why haven't I seen it?" Suddenly, Li Yiru asked in a low voice, looking at Adam who had been silent from beginning to end.

"This is the security guard I hired in Singapore. In the future, he will be responsible for the security of the pharmaceutical factory." Zhang Heng casually made a fool of him.

A meal passed by in a hurry. In fact, everyone didn't eat well, especially Zhang Heng. For the first time, he discovered that the so-called world-renowned Indian cuisine is completely nonsense.

Indians cook, curry is sweet, chicken, duck and fish are also sweet, and vegetables are still sweet. When he finally finished drinking tea, he realized that even tea was sweet...

Fortunately, this is the Indian Grand Hotel, otherwise Zhang Heng would have thought that he had come to the hometown of sweet parties.

After that, Zhang Heng dismissed the crowd and let them rest in the hotel temporarily, while he, Li Yiru, Fang Hao, and Adam drove to the pharmaceutical factory in the suburbs.

Along the way, Zhang Heng saw the splendor of India, surrounded by walls of villas or small buildings, with green grass and shady trees. But more is the filth and poverty of India, a country with a wider gap between the rich and the poor than China.

Too many poor people make the whole country look poor.

Finally, the car also drove into a place similar to a vegetable market. Because it was the afternoon after get off work, the entire street was occupied by stalls, and countless Indian women wore the rumored "sari" dangling slowly in front of the car, even if they honked their horns until they died.

The so-called sari is actually a very long piece of cloth that goes around in circles from top to bottom, wraps up and down tightly, and does not wrap the stomach part, and circles of black and fat meat dangle in front of the window Dangling.

Li Yiru and Adam are nothing more. Li Yiru is a woman and has no feeling for this scene, and Adam, as a new clone, has no concept of this.

Only Zhang Heng and Fang Hao had to withdraw their eyes and closed their eyes to rest in peace...

Adam was not attracted by the surrounding scenery from beginning to end. He seemed to be separated from the world. Nothing or any dialogue could attract his attention. As always, he stared blankly ahead.

However, at this moment, a slight knock on the window completely attracted Adam's attention.

I saw a little Indian girl about seven or eight years old, standing weakly outside the car window, tapping on the car window lightly.

The little girl's face was sallow, and she was only wearing a T-shirt that was too dirty to see the color. She was holding a ceramic bowl with a corner missing. There was not a trace of desire for life in his big eyes.

Adam's pupils shrank, and he didn't know what to think, but he unexpectedly lowered the glass window, took out a hundred denomination dollar from the bag, and put it into the little girl's bowl.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this." But at this moment, Li Yiru, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke up.

Adam's hand suddenly trembled, and he quickly closed the window again, and then looked forward again, with no expression on his face from beginning to end.

"Boss Li, why..." Fang Hao asked immediately.

"Many women in India rely on begging for a living. Look at the roadside. If you give them one, you won't be able to leave this place until your wallet is completely emptied." Li Yiru pointed to dozens of people on both sides of the road. The begging team of hundreds of people said lightly.

Fang Hao sighed and said nothing.

Zhang Heng half-squinted his eyes, saw all Adam's expressions in his eyes, and then closed his eyes again.

After more than two hours, the sky was about to darken, and the car finally drove out of the city and drove in the suburbs.

I didn't notice it when I went from the airport to the city before. At this time, Zhang Heng realized that the roads in the suburbs are not generally bad. The potholes and concrete roads have not been repaired for a long time, and there is still a pool of feces or sludge lying on the ground. The ground, continuous, stretches to the end of the road.

Until about eight o'clock in the evening, a group of four finally came to the pharmaceutical factory.

The laboratory building and office building of the pharmaceutical factory were brightly lit, and it seemed that they did not stop work even at night because they knew that the boss had come to inspect.

Li Yiru opened the car door, pointed to a brightly lit scientific research building and said skillfully, "The pharmaceutical factory I acquired has a special research center and a large-scale laboratory with complete equipment. The pharmaceutical factory supports a hundred scientific researchers and There are 233 factory employees, I have counted the abilities of these people, except for the four European and American scientific researchers, the rest are barely up to the standard."

"The building on your left is the company apartment, which can accommodate 300 people for accommodation and living. The large blue steel color steel room in the front is the factory. There are five assembly-line pharmaceutical workshops, from production to packaging. ."

"What kind of medicine does this pharmaceutical factory make?" Zhang Heng was a little curious.

"Anti-cancer generic drug Iressa."

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the pharmaceutical factory he had acquired was such a famous drug, but it was not surprising. Nowadays, there is a lot of uproar around the world because of T-1. When T-1 is launched, these anti-cancer drug factories will be Faced with transformation and discontinuation.

Li Yiru got out of the car, holding his black hair blown by the cool wind, suddenly said faintly, "In addition to the two hundred million US dollars, you also spent 500 million US dollars to purchase a large number of precision medical instruments in Singapore, and invested in India. The funds can already buy half of my family's group, and I'm very curious about what you want to do."

"Cryonics facility, I told you."

"No, what I'm asking is not on the table, but your real purpose." Li Yiru turned his head and glanced at Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng frowned and wanted to be tougher, but he finally sighed, "Of course, there are other reasons besides this, but I can't tell you right now."

"Okay, I'll wait for the day you can tell me." Li Yiru said quietly.

"Wait until the day I think is appropriate." Zhang Heng said seriously without avoiding Li Yiru's gaze.

He knew that he was a little sorry for Li Yiru, who silently dedicated himself to him, but this kind of thing was related to his own survival, so he had to be cautious.

What's more, he and Li Yiru really have no chance.

Unless a biochip is also implanted in Li Yiru's brain, he can rest assured to say the real purpose, but he is unwilling to do so.

Since he doesn't want to hurt Li Yiru, he can only carefully protect his plan from being leaked until the day when the company's strength can compete with superpowers and even control the global financial system. It doesn't make sense anymore.

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