Liu Ming smiled, "Go and call Lu Zhengye."

Lu Zhengye was appointed as the head of the Security Headquarters a few days ago. Under the guidance of Shao Qiang and others in ideological work, more than 400 demobilized soldiers introduced by Lu Zhan joined the Security Headquarters.

Soon, Lu Zhengye walked into the small conference room with his laptop in his arms.

"The official business has been settled, right?" Liu Ming asked casually.

Lu Zhengyehui reported: "Mr. Liu, in addition to the ready-made factory security department and other demobilized soldiers, I have temporarily divided eight departments and promoted several former company platoon leaders to serve as section chiefs. Shao Qiang and the other twenty first-class people have established a special security department separately to be responsible for the group leaders' safety when going abroad."

Liu Ming asked curiously: "What is the standard for being first-class?"

Lu Zhengye said: "Military quality is excellent, and fighting ability is at least at my level. Especially Shao Qiang, the level of the King of Soldiers, I can't even touch his bottom."

Liu Ming smashed his mouth and said, "We have more capable people, the better! These demobilized soldiers will soon be able to use their skills. In a few days, you will go on a business trip with me."

“Where to go?”

“Christmas Island!”

Three days later, Liu Ming flew to Xingjiapo and took a seaship there. When he arrived, he realized that the seaship to Christmas Island was one month. Fortunately, they could only wait three days before they could set off. After the seaship bypassed Java Island, they continued to sail south for 400 nautical miles before they arrived at Christmas Island.

"Look! Good guy, this island is so big! There are mountains!" bodyguard Ai Xiaojun said excitedly.

When the island described by Morris of Teetu appeared in front of Liu Ming, he was indeed shocked. Only then did he remember that the area of ​​Christmas Island was 100 times larger than the small island he was in Hong Kong!

As the ship gradually approaches, the marina coastline becomes clearer.

The island has no airport, and the only window to contact the outside world is this port, so most of the residents on the island live near this port.

"I saw someone!" Ai Xiaojun pointed.

Liu Ming, who had a strong vision, saw that the person standing on the pier was Wu Jiarui, the bartender at the Red Hotel!

Since Liu Ming obtained the shell company with mining rights, he immediately sent an invitation to Wu Jiarui, inviting him to be the general manager of the company. After Wu Jiarui learned the news, he rushed to Christmas Island for him without saying a word to investigate the scene.

A few days later, Wu Jiarui gave a reply, saying that there was no problem with the mining rights.

Only then did Liu Ming happily agree to Morris's conditions.

When the ship was docked, Liu Ming and others got off the ship. Naturally, someone commanded the miners to transport the supplies transported by the ship.

"Jia Rui, thank you for your hard work!"

Wu Jiarui smiled and said, "Where is it? The dock is windy. Let's go in and say, I want to recommend the island owner for you."

While leading the way, he introduced the situation of the island to Liu Ming. While speaking, several people had already walked out of the dock and entered the Christmas village.

The Australian mainland is too far away, 2,000 kilometers away. The financially rich Australian government also looks down on the economic contribution of such a small island. Even township institutions are not established. It is entirely planned by the indigenous people. As long as Australia's nominal status as a sovereign state, it is basically a country among the country.

This is the southernmost tip of Asia, and you will reach Antarctica further south. For Asian birds with migratory instincts, this is their terminal. After spending the difficult winter here, they will turn around and leave, which has been the case for millions of years. Therefore, the bird droppings on the island have been deposited over the years and gradually formed a phosphate mineral layer.

After ten minutes of walking, everyone came to a large public house where the Christmas island owner worked and rested.

After Liu Ming followed Wu Jiarui into the house, he was shocked to find that the decoration in the house was completely Chinese, with tables, chairs, benches, couplets and Buddhist niches, as if he was walking into a mansion from the Republic of China period.

Looking at the front, there were two old men sitting on both sides of the Eight Immortals table. Liu Ming also recognized one of them. He was the Master Pan whom he met in the wine shop.

Looking at the old man next to him, although he was sitting there, Liu Ming estimated that this person was extremely tall, afraid he was not 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a white old man's shirt, a dark face, and under his two longevity eyebrows, the pair of triangular tiger eyes were faintly shining, which particularly impressed Liu Ming.

"Grandpa Li, this is Liu Ming from China, Chairman Liu!"

"Mr. Liu, this is the island owner of Christmas Island, Grandpa Li Jing."

Liu Ming quickly stepped forward to greet him. This old man was probably a few years older than his grandfather. He was not a loss when he called him grandfather.

"Master Pan, are you talking about this young man?" The island owner spoke in authentic Minnan.

Master Pan smiled and nodded, "It's him, it's him."

Li Jing stood up with a chair, straightened his waist. When he walked towards Liu Ming, his tall body made Liu Ming feel a faint sense of oppression.

Then Old Master Li put his hand in a strange position and reached towards Liu Ming.

"Uh..." Liu Ming was embarrassed. He had heard his grandfather telling jokes before, and knew that there had always been some mysterious organizations in the south. They had strict organizational discipline. Before dialogue between members, they had to use gestures to make incisions and use codes to confirm their identity and status.

Liu Ming couldn't recall how his third grandfather made the demonstration gestures. He immediately hated these jokes in his heart. He was so happy when he listened, but he couldn't remember them when he was really used.

When Li Jing saw that Liu Ming was hesitant, he knew about his situation.

"Sit! Young man, you are really lucky. You actually know Master Pan. If it weren't for him and Xiao Jiarui, I wouldn't have let you go to the island!"

Liu Ming was confused when he heard this and looked at the few people, "Where did you start?"

Wu Jiarui smiled and invited Liu Mingyan to take his seat, then told him the whole story.

It turned out that the rich bird dropping resources on Christmas Island had been discovered and developed as early as the last century, and the development rights were always controlled by previous island owners. When they were passed to Mr. Li Jing, they were already the 8th generation.

Mr. Li is 80 years old. Although he is healthy, he feels a little helpless. He has two sons under his knees, but he unfortunately died in a tropical storm. Fortunately, he has an only grandson who can inherit this family business.

The old man had high hopes for his grandson Li Feihong and sent him to Moben City since he was a child, hoping that he would succeed in his studies and continue to lead everyone when he came back.
Chapter completed!