When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

After the words fell, the three people's eyes converged on Durby at the same time.

And Durby also seemed confused.

What do you mean there is a business to discuss with me? Does he look like a businessman?

No, it's to discuss with Kuintan Ahmed Arabila.

Where did he know this name?

At this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the young man sitting on the sofa in front of him.

Lin Yu, of course he knew him.

He was a child of destiny after all.

Someone who lived on scholarships.

Asians don't look old. Judging from his face, Lin Yu looked at least five or six years younger than himself.

But the temperament and behavior he showed made him look more like a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

This kind of person is not easy to get along with.

After defining it in his mind, Durby used the most familiar trick - looking for parents.

He blinked, turned his head and looked at Liu Ming next to him, staring at him with big cute eyes, and asked: "Teacher?"

Hearing the student's request, Liu Ming walked to the opposite side of Lin Yu, pulled a stool to sit down, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank slowly.

After drinking a cup of tea, he said softly: "You kid, stop beating around the bush, just say what you want to say."

Beside the tea table, Lin Yu slowly put down the teapot in his hand, raised his head, and said seriously: "I want to meet Mr. Kuintan Ahmed Arabila of your resistance movement."

"There is a business, or a small experiment that I want to talk to him about."

"If my information is correct, he should have arrived in Harbin during this period."

"Right?"

Lin Yu stated his request calmly, and then continued to pick up the teapot and brew tea calmly.

He was so leisurely and contented.

It seemed that everything was under his control.

But this news was different for the three people next to him.

He Qingyang turned his eyes to the paper thoughtfully. In this paper, intelligence gathering is a top priority.

Kuintan Ahmed Arabila, this name is not very familiar, but he knows it.

He was the one who sent Hud Ahmed Durbi to school.

It's just that the students behind him were replaced by other people.

In other words, this little bastard not only wrote, but also started to practice.

Liu Ming was curious.

Arab names are generally long and convoluted, but Lin Yu said it very clearly and with certainty.

He was very curious about who gave him the information.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his eyes to He Qingyang and complained in his heart: It must be this old turtle.

A thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, does nothing good every day.

And Durbi, who was behind the two of them, showed a look of doubt.

Because Arabila, the man he called uncle, is in Harbin at this moment.

The landing time is no more than 48 hours.

Coming here, one is to pick me up, the other is to buy some equipment from Russian smugglers.

After all, no one would have thought that Russian smugglers would be squatting in China.

Taking a deep breath, Durby stepped in front of Lin Yu, picked up a cup of cold tea, and drank it in one gulp.

Gently put down the teacup, and then asked coldly: "What is your purpose?"

"Also, where did you know this news?"

Reaching out to take the cup that Durby had finished drinking, filling it with tea and pushing it over again, Lin Yu explained:

"The purpose is that I know you are going to purchase some weapons and equipment and simple production lines."

"And I happen to have some targeted equipment there."

"Cheap and tough. Quality is guaranteed."

"You can consider it."

"By the way, please bring a message to Mr. Arabila. Ask him if he wants to be a chess player, a chessboard, or a chess piece."

Lin Yu avoided the main point and diverted the topic.

This news actually came from Liu Ming in his previous life.

Several years after graduation, Liu Ming also got what he wanted and became the president of Shengmajiagou Vocational and Technical College. Lin Yu happened to return to the school to rescue people during that time.

When everyone was having dinner together, Liu Ming talked about the whereabouts of the students that year. Among them, Liu Ming talked about the whereabouts of Durby for a long time.

He always sighed that the student who looked very elegant at the time was actually a Palestinian.

He actually went to the battlefield and died quietly.

In his sigh, some past news was revealed.

Lin Yu took note of it.

After rebirth, this piece of news came in handy.

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he kept looking at Durby. After looking for a while, he found that this Arab classmate did not show anger or other expressions.

Very good.

He has already become quite sophisticated.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Durby nodded slightly and responded:

"I will tell you. But I can't guarantee that Uncle Arabila will come to see you."

"And if he wants to see you, where will he meet?"

"It can't be the student dormitory, right?"

The next second, Lin Yu's gentle voice sounded: "Just your dormitory. I can't afford to stay in a hotel."

"I'll wait for your good news."

"Yeah." Durby responded casually, nodded to Liu Ming, and said: "Teacher, I'll go back first."

The door closed gently, He Qingyang pounced in front of Lin Yu, and asked quickly: "Where did you get the information?"

Faced with the question, Lin Yu pinched a orchid finger and sang like an opera: "The mountain man has his own tricks."

Just after he finished speaking, he saw two raised hands.

Faced with oppression, he could only raise his hands in surrender and use the excuses he had thought of long ago.

"I went to the Fourth Machine Tool Factory to get something before and met Arabila."

"But I didn't have any ideas at that time, so I didn't look for him. Now I have ideas, but I can't find anyone."

Hearing his explanation, He Qingyang and the others suddenly realized and said, "Oh."

Afterwards, He Qingyang asked again: "If Arabila doesn't buy anything, will your broken 567 factory be completely gone?"

When asking, a cunning look appeared on his face, like an old fox.

Seeing this, Lin Yu had nothing to say.

He could only shirk and ask Liu Ming to help guide the industrial part of the paper.

At the same time, Durby walked out of the administrative building, looked up for a while downstairs, turned around and walked into the crowd.

He went to the cafeteria to eat a meal first, and then packed a few more and carried them in his hand.

Then he walked to the west gate of the school.

Outside the west gate, there were houses of different heights, messy and placed there without planning.

Between the houses, there were alleys, you have me, I have you.

Ten minutes later, Durby stopped in front of a two-story storefront and walked into the storefront.

The storefront was a large room, with only a desk at the staircase.

Next to the desk, an Arab was sitting there, writing furiously.

Durby put the food in his hand on the table and asked the man, "Is Uncle Arabila back?"

"Upstairs." The man answered concisely, put down the pen in his hand, reached out to take out a meal, and opened it.

He took a deep breath and ate happily.

Durby took the remaining food upstairs.

The door of the room upstairs was open, and people could still be heard arguing, speaking very quickly.

After entering the room and putting down the food, Duerbi ignored the people arguing and said directly:

"Uncle Arabila, I have a classmate who asked me to tell you whether you want to be a chess player, a chessboard, or a chess piece."