My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 484: The Essence of Primitive Capital Accumulation

Sitting in the car, Zhang Lei pondered the current profitability of industries in Hong Kong.

Although several of his companies are already on track, expanding so rapidly will inevitably lead to financial difficulties in the near future. After all, the money in his virtual space is dwindling with every expenditure. His wives want to start their own businesses, and he can't just ignore it, especially since it was their idea.

Thinking of this, Zhang Lei suddenly remembered the matter of handling grain in the mainland. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he said, "Zhang Zhiqiang, help me contact our people in the United States and Australia to see who has a lot of land and farms."

Zhang Zhiqiang immediately replied, "Okay, boss."

After agreeing, he asked, "Boss, what are you planning to do now?"

Zhang Lei smiled and said, "I have so much land in my space, it would be a waste not to make use of it. I plan to grow soybeans and wheat, which are easy to store. On the surface, we will hold some land in the United States and Australia; secretly, we will use Hong Kong as a transit point to sell the large quantities of grain in my space to the world, thereby making money."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded after listening: "Boss, your idea is excellent. However, we can't make the grain business too conspicuous; a large scale will easily attract the attention of other countries."

Zhang Lei smiled and said, "I know. You can use different channels in different countries to set up more outposts. Then, you can transport our grain to different countries, arrange it under different company names, and then distribute it all over the world. For example, sell it to some resistance organizations, sell it to those food-scarce countries in Africa, and exchange it for their resources—I think African diamonds would be good. I believe you will consider things thoroughly."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded: "Don't worry, boss, I'll handle these matters discreetly. We'll make some arrangements openly, and others secretly, and we'll collaborate with grain tycoons around the world. They value profit, so they'll most likely cooperate with our terms."

Zhang Lei nodded and smiled, "Go ahead and do it with confidence. This method is quick to generate revenue. There are still so many people in the world struggling on the brink of hunger. By doing this, we're doing something good for the world."

He paused, then added, "Oh, and we should also donate a batch of food to the World Red Cross later to boost our reputation."

Zhang Zhiqiang silently took notes.

Looking out the window at the scenery, Zhang Lei suddenly asked, "Zhang Zhiqiang, tell me, how did the earliest capitalists acquire their first pot of gold?"

Zhang Zhiqiang pondered for a moment and replied, "It can be traced back to the Age of Exploration, mainly relying on plunder and exploitation of the indigenous people."

Zhang Lei nodded: "Yes, the path of capitalists is inherently bloody. Plunder is indeed the fastest way."

He suddenly remembered a joke he had seen before:

There was a man who didn't believe in God. A businessman, holding a Bible, asked him, "Why don't you believe in God?"

The man said, "I used to believe. I prayed to God for a bicycle, but I waited a long time and it never came, so I stopped believing."

The businessman laughed heartily: "You're doing it wrong. You should first steal a bicycle, then go before God to repent and beg for his forgiveness."

Thinking of this, Zhang Lei's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

The fastest and most effective way to accumulate initial capital gradually became clear in his mind.

He looked at Zhang Zhiqiang and said in a deep voice, "Zhang Zhiqiang, just keep what I'm about to say in your mind, don't write it down."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded solemnly.

Zhang Lei lit a cigarette and slowly said, "Arrange for our people to form an organization, a global one..."

Upon hearing "global," Zhang Zhiqiang couldn't help but ask, "What kind of global?"

Zhang Lei pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "Terrorism."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiqiang unconsciously frowned.

Zhang Lei looked at him and smiled: "Does your setting prohibit touching on the topic of terrorism?"

Zhang Zhiqiang shook his head: "Boss, all of us robots only obey you. We'll do whatever you tell us to do."

Zhang Lei nodded and continued, "We can first assemble a group of mercenaries to contact our previous teams. Then we can set up a theft organization to steal back the treasures that those old capitalist countries plundered back then. In addition, we can support resistance organizations in some countries. As long as we can quickly and massively plunder property, materials, and resources, I want anything."

"We also need to establish an assassination organization called 'Shadow.' We'll build a dark web on the internet. This system must be completely independent and have no connection with my public businesses. It will be dedicated to eliminating any potential threats to me and my family. This organization doesn't need to be established all at once; we can gradually lay the groundwork."

"Everyone in the organization will be uniformly disguised as white or black people, and we will prioritize recruiting people of these types later. I'll give you fifty combat robots to start with; use these fifty as a base to expand outwards."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded silently, keeping Zhang Lei's words in mind from beginning to end, and concealing Zhang Lei's voice and appearance information without leaving any trace.

After giving his instructions, Zhang Lei leaned back in the car seat, thought for a moment, and then added with a smile, "By the way, let's use Hong Kong as a pilot project first. Take all the drug and gun trafficking gangs in Hong Kong, as well as those British banks and family assets, and use them to practice. Let's stir up this stagnant water in Hong Kong and see how it goes. After we succeed, we'll let them take the funds plundered from Hong Kong to Europe and America to establish bases."

Zhang Zhiqiang nodded in agreement again.

Soon, the car arrived at the Repulse Bay villa.

Zhang Lei got out of the car with a broad smile, as if his ruthless scheme had never happened. Meanwhile, Zhang Zhiqiang had already quietly led fifty combat robots away, his whereabouts unknown.

Zhang Lei walked into the villa, went to Yang Maixiang's side, kissed her on the cheek, and asked with a smile, "Why are you here alone taking care of the child? Where is the others?"

Yang Maixiang laughed and said, "They all went shopping. I don't want to go, so I'll stay home and take care of the children."

Zhang Lei looked at his eldest child, who was already four years old, and the youngest, who was only a few months old. He couldn't help but hug and cuddle them one by one. Looking at the family fortune he had built, he imagined that once these children grew up, each of them would marry several wives and have a bunch of offspring, eventually making the family at least a hundred people. Continuing in this pattern, the terrifying scale of expansion made him laugh out loud.

Seeing him suddenly laugh, Yang Maixiang stepped forward and touched his forehead: "You don't have a fever, so why are you laughing like that?"

Zhang Lei slapped her hand away, feigning anger, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm just happy to see the child."

As soon as he finished speaking, all nine children, from the eldest to the youngest, stood in a row and shouted "Dad!" in unison.

Zhang Lei instantly recalled the scene of the seven Calabash Brothers calling for their grandfather. Watching the children running and playing in the house, he thought to himself: "The place is still too small. It seems I need to speed up the construction of Pingzhou Island. Once the island is built, the children will have a playground big enough."