Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Kuala Lumpur International Airport is located among grass and trees.

The airport came at an unfortunate time, as its opening coincided with the economic crisis in Southeast Asia.

In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed, and it seems that the airport, including the entire country, has not yet emerged from the fog.

A man and a woman waiting for the flight kept arguing, which aroused the disgust of many people.

Zheng Yue said with a cold face, "Lang Jun, isn't it good for our family of three to live in Malaysia? The environment, economy, and education here are thousands of times better than those in Hainan Island. Jiaojiao can also receive advanced English education and enjoy

Happy childhood."

In "Blood Sword", Xia Xueyi, the golden snake husband, is not the protagonist, but is better than the protagonist. She always calls her husband "Her husband".

"Relocation at will is not good for children's growth. In my hometown, Jiaojiao has friends and smiles so happily every day. I don't want her to grow up and talk abcd!" Wen Polu, who comes from a military family and is a bit stubborn, doesn't want his daughter to become abc.

Fight based on reason.

"There is also a Chinese school here, all teaching in Chinese." Zheng Yue frowned, not understanding her husband's inner persistence.

In Malaysia, the government does not support Chinese education, does not approve the construction of new Chinese schools, does not allocate education funds, is not responsible for the salaries of Chinese teachers, and does not even recognize the academic certificates of Chinese schools.

But the local Chinese have always persisted, and relying on social donations, the Chinese schools that existed before the founding of the People's Republic of China still persist.

"Malaysia has a population of 30 million, and the mainland has 1.2 billion people, which is not the same order of magnitude at all. The class in Malaysia has been solidified, and it is difficult to get ahead; the mainland is in a stage of rapid development, with more opportunities and a greater chance of getting ahead. Our Mr. Sun once joked

:Immigrating abroad now is equivalent to joining the Kuomintang in 1949! "

In the company, his salary is second only to Fang Hui's, and if extra money is included, it is much higher than his salary.

From the Chinese New Year to now, the two have been arguing endlessly about whether to develop in the mainland or go to live in Malaysia, and neither of them can understand each other.

Seeing Sun Buqi's figure, Wen Polu took a few steps forward and said happily, "Mr. Sun, you've been on a 20-hour flight. You've worked hard. Let's get in the car first and try the Malaysian Bak Kut Teh.

Satay."

Looking behind the boss, he breathed a sigh of relief: he finally didn't come with a strange and beautiful girl.

Sun Buqi gave the other party a hug, "Brother Wen, sister-in-law, please excuse me, where is Jiaojiao? The classes in kindergarten are not important, and it will be summer vacation soon, why don't you bring her over?"

"Children should develop good habits from an early age and not skip classes casually!" Zheng Yue answered sternly, with a lukewarm attitude.

Sun Buqi shrugged, looked around, and couldn't help complaining, "The airport is a full 100 miles away from the capital Kuala Lumpur, more than Shanghai to Kunshan. I don't know what to think."

Zheng Yue frowned and lowered her voice, "That's not the damn multimedia super corridor plan!"

In the 1990s, Malaysia's economy developed rapidly, and it was known as Thailand, the Philippines, and Indonesia, together known as the "Four Asian Tigers." The government was extremely ambitious and proposed the "Multimedia Super Corridor Plan" and worked hard to develop computers, information and other high-end industries.

Technology industry.

The leaders were far-sighted and grasped the pulse of the times, but it was only the fate of the young lady's body and the maid. At least the chip factory was stillborn, cheating TSMC and Temasek, and finally the project was transplanted to mainland China, that is, SMIC.

Sun Buqi shook his head and forgot, "Let's go...explain the situation over there."

In the airport lobby, a girl was surrounded by a group of police officers.

The girl cried loudly, "The things are not mine, I just brought them for my friends."

The airport police were unmoved, and some took out electric batons and handcuffs.

The girl doesn't know English and has a strong accent in Mandarin. Both sides speak like ducks.

Sun Buqi frowned and stepped forward, "Everyone, is there any misunderstanding? I can be your translator."

The girl met the savior, possessed by Hercules, pushed the policeman's arm away, and began to cry.

The girl's name is Xiaohong. She has worked in the Yangcheng Garment Factory for four years. Some time ago, through a friend's introduction, she met Salazar, the Moorish prince.

The young black man dressed very fashionably, greeted the girl and quickly established a relationship.

This time when he came to Malaysia, Salazar asked the girl to deliver the wood carvings.

Before coming, Li Yunxin dressed up Sun Buqi in a Givenchy suit.

The Malaysian police saluted, "Sir, this suspect is suspected of smuggling drugs. You'd better not get involved."

Several police officers cooperated well and opened the wooden carvings, revealing bags of white powder.

Xiaohong cried loudly, "It's not me, it's really not me. Salazar gave me the wood carving and asked me to give it to his friend in Kuala Lumpur. He only said it was a valuable handicraft and didn't say anything was hidden inside."

Across the world, China's attitude towards drugs has been taught since childhood: drug dealers should be shot.

He hugged Sun Buqi's thigh tightly and kept crying, "Brother, I don't want to die, please help me."

Sun Buqi was in a dilemma and regretted the insertion a little, but at this time, his conscience was uneasy and he could not back down.

Zheng Yue stepped forward and suggested leaving quickly.

Xiao Hong was in a hurry, "Brother, please, don't leave me alone. I contacted Salazar through icqq, and everything happened is recorded. You must help me, I don't want to die."

If there were physical witnesses in China, it would be easy for Xiaohong to escape, but this is Malaysia, a place she is unfamiliar with!

When he was taken away, he cried loudly, "Salazar is a Moor and the third heir to the kingdom. You must be mistaken..."

Zheng Yue said, "Mr. Sun, if..." Sun Buqi nodded and changed the topic, "I have a brother who is very familiar with the police station. But drug trafficking is a felony, and it is not easy to get away with it."

Sun Buqi nodded, "That's troublesome." He said pleasantly, "Xiaohong, cooperate with the police. I'm looking for someone outside."

Xiaohong's face was ashen, but she also knew.

Wen Polu said dryly, "Sun always is a good person. If it weren't for him, Jiaojiao and I would have been living on the street."

For the first time, Sun Buqi said, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry to bother you."

The Chinese have taken control of Malaysia's economy and have been severely suppressed politically by the Malays.

Zheng Yue shook her head, "Malaysia is seriously corrupt. For other things, just give me some money. Drug trafficking is a serious crime..."

Wen Polu said, "Mr. Sun, sometimes manpower is exhausted, and God's will is difficult to control. If you don't seek death, you will not die. If the girl is not greedy for vanity, she will not be deceived. I bet that when transporting the wood carvings, the fake boyfriend will definitely give

Got the money.”

After getting in the car, Sun Buqi sighed, "I'm not a good person, but now that I've encountered him, I can't just sit back and watch."

Wen Polu was about to speak but stopped, Zheng Yue said, "Flies don't bite seamless eggs."

Sun Buqi rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to do.

Foreigners pretend to be princes and chiefs, deceive girls, and then ask them to help transport drugs. Those black people hide behind the scenes, and the girls are ignorant and fall into the trap step by step. This is not an isolated incident, the same drama happens constantly.

"Mr. Sun, after you left, Manager Xu Xiao Gui and Cao followed. The goldsmithing studio is operating normally. According to your instructions, I brought 250,000 US dollars." Wen Polu quickly changed the subject.

The national server "World of Warcraft" has been open for nearly a month, with more than 600,000 online players. If there is demand, there is a market. Every server has gold farming and power leveling studios.

With the Chinese server as a springboard and a large number of "skilled workers" trained, ambitious studios set their sights on European and American servers, which are more profitable and less competitive.

The profits of the gold farming studio have decreased, the sales of game plug-ins have increased rapidly, the online trading platform has been active, and the handling fees collected can barely support the customer service staff.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Wen Polu asked, "Mr. Sun, why are we transferring the money to Malaysia?"

When all parties in the country wanted money, money and people were suddenly withdrawn. He was a little confused!

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