Who would still be a social slave when they are so rich?

Shenzhen, still the same familiar restaurant overlooking the sea.

Pu Pudong received the encrypted message from Ji Wenbo in the afternoon and rushed over as soon as he got off work. His face, which had been gloomy for the past few days, showed a long-lost smile.

In his view, Ji Wenbo's invitation to meet him at this time must be to help him officially escape from his "sea of ​​suffering." After all, the World Semiconductor Expo is only a few days away, and there is not much need for him to stay at Sanxing Electronics any longer.

In the past few days, Park Pu-dong had been thinking of contacting his former confidants, but to his surprise, they avoided him like the plague, and even blocked his contact information.

This made him realize the reality and he no longer held any expectations for his former confidants.

This was followed by complete marginalization. The logistics department wouldn't assign him any tasks, and no one in the office would even say a word to him, as if he were invisible.

Park Pu-dong understood that this was arranged for him by the company's senior management, or rather, by Park Young-shin.

No matter what, Park Pu-dong is a veteran of the company. If he is simply dismissed, it will inevitably give people the feeling of being discarded after being used. If that happens, the senior executives and long-term employees will feel insecure, and it might even cause turmoil in the company.

The only solution is to slowly whittle down Park Pu-dong's health. If he can't hold on any longer, he'll naturally resign and leave. The company will at least save face in the public eye, and the older employees will choose to ignore the matter and pretend they didn't see it.

Upon arriving at the private room on the second floor, Park Pu-dong confirmed the room number and, without even knocking, eagerly pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon seeing Ji Wenbo drinking tea in the private room, Pu Pudong closed the door and eagerly asked, "Mr. Ji, did you come to tell me that I can leave Sanxing?"

Ji Wenbo did not respond immediately, but instead slowly poured a cup of hot tea and gestured for Pu Pudong to sit down across the table.

His face wore a calm smile that Pu Pudong found hard to decipher, a smile that was both profound and unfathomable.

"Pu Dong, don't rush! Have some tea first to soothe your throat and calm yourself down!" Ji Wenbo's voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

Park Pu-dong's heart skipped a beat, his eagerness suddenly dampened as if doused with cold water. But seeing Ji Wenbo's composed demeanor, he sat down as instructed, holding the warm tea cup in both hands, but showing no intention of drinking it. He simply stared at Ji Wenbo expectantly, waiting for his explanation.

Ji Wenbo leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice: "Pu Dong, now is not the time for you to leave. On the contrary, you need to persevere. This is the most crucial moment!"

"What?" The last trace of a smile on Park Pu-dong's face froze, then turned into astonishment and confusion. "President Ji, what do you mean? I'm practically invisible at Sanxing now. Everyone avoids me, and I can't get in touch with anything. What's the point of staying a few more days? Isn't this just torturing myself? Besides, the expo is about to start, and I..."

"The significance lies in the expo!" Ji Wenbo interrupted him, his eyes sharpening. "You've been with Sanxing for so many years, collaborating with countless semiconductor companies. You could say you're a shining figure in the semiconductor industry."

"Among the companies that came to participate in the World Expo this time, at least 60% or 70% of the relevant personnel know you, right?"

Completely bewildered, Park Pu-dong nodded subconsciously. "I've attended many events like expos, and I've met most of the world's semiconductor companies, but... what does that have to do with me staying at Samsonite?"

“It’s very important!” Ji Wenbo picked up his teacup, took a sip to moisten his throat, and a sly smile appeared on his lips. “I plan to take advantage of this excellent opportunity these next few days to subtly spread the word about you within our circle.”

"Spreading my story?" Park Pu-dong was even more confused. "President Ji, given my current situation, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if word got out?"

A flicker of embarrassment and humiliation crossed his face.

In the business world where face and status are highly valued, being marginalized and ostracized is not something to be proud of. If this is publicized, how will he be able to establish himself in the industry in the future?

"Shameful?" Ji Wenbo chuckled, shook his head, and his eyes gleamed with shrewdness. "Pu Dong, haven't you realized that from the moment you became the scapegoat, you've been stuck in a quagmire? Saving face... do you still have any face left?"

Park Pu-dong was stunned when he heard this. He had become a marginal figure, someone who was treated like air. Where was his dignity and face left?

Thinking of this, I felt as if all my energy had been drained away, and I became completely dejected.

Seeing this, Ji Wenbo knew that the time was almost up. If he continued, he was afraid that he would really wear down Ji Wenbo's spirit.

Setting down his teacup, Ji Wenbo lightly tapped his fingers on the table, speaking slowly but clearly, "Don't you want to climb out of that quagmire, stand back in that prominent position, or even go further?"

Ji Wenbo's words were like a lightning bolt, cleaving through the gloom in Pu Pudong's heart. A faint but tenacious spark suddenly ignited in his dejected eyes.

“Crawled out of the mud?!” he murmured repeatedly, his chapped lips trembling slightly.

During this time, he was immersed in the anger and grievances of being oppressed and abandoned, only thinking about escaping the place that had mired him in a quagmire, but he never thought that he could climb out, or even stand higher!
“That’s right!” Ji Wenbo caught the change in his eyes, leaned forward, and said in a seductive voice, “Li Mingzhe and Park Yong-shin want to crush you into the mud and make sure you can never rise again!”

"Would you rather spend your whole life stuck in the mud? Why can't we turn this 'mud' into a weapon, deliver a heavy blow, and drag them into the mud too!"

Park Pu-dong's breathing became increasingly heavy, and his hands on the table were already clenched into fists, with his knuckles turning white from the force.

She suddenly raised her head, her gaze fixed intently on Ji Wenbo: "Mr. Ji, please tell me, what should I do!"

Ji Wenbo stopped being mysterious and explained to Pu Pudong the detailed plan that Su Chen had mentioned earlier.

Park Pu-dong's expression gradually changed from initial surprise to astonishment, and finally he stared at Ji Wenbo with his mouth agape in shock.

After Ji Wenbo finished speaking, the room fell silent, with only the sound of his noticeably heavier breathing.

"Gulp~" After a long while, Park Pu-dong nervously swallowed, but his eyes were filled with a hint of madness. If this plan were to be implemented, he would really be able to get out of the mire, and even take a step further.

If that happens, he will be locked in a life-or-death struggle with Sanxing Electronics and even the Li Group, and in the future, he will be completely tied to Xiaxin International, sharing both prosperity and adversity!
Looking at Pu Pudong's thoughtful expression, Ji Wenbo gently stroked his teacup and casually asked, "By the way, Pudong, your family is currently in Europe, right? Have them fly to China in the next couple of days, just in case someone tries something desperate."

Park Pu-dong's heart tightened, realizing that this was a test of his loyalty. After all, Ji Wenbo had told him such a confidential matter, so he naturally thought of the potential problems.

He knew he had no way out at this point, so he immediately said seriously, "President Ji, I'll do it! My family still needs your help to settle them down!"

Ji Wenbo smiled with satisfaction. He personally picked up the teapot and refilled Pu Pudong's already cold teacup.

"Don't worry, Pu Dong! I'll take good care of your family!" His tone was calm, yet carried a reassuring strength. "They will be safe in the country, and you can focus on performing your role without any worries!"

This simple sentence was both a promise and a final commitment. Park Pu-dong knew that from this moment on, he, Ji Wenbo, and the forces behind Ji Wenbo were completely on the same boat. Ji Wenbo took a sip of tea and said with a meaningful tone, "Who knows... you, Park Pu-dong, might become one of the brightest stars in the future semiconductor industry!"

Ji Wenbo spoke these words softly, but they were full of confidence and pride!
Park Pu-dong nodded heavily, picked up the steaming cup of tea, and drank it down in one gulp, as if it were a farewell toast.

The warm liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the last trace of hesitation, leaving only a do-or-die determination.

He didn't think much about Ji Wenbo's last words, simply assuming they were encouragement.

The two did not say anything more. After having a fairly sumptuous dinner, they left the Wanghai Restaurant separately.

Night had fallen in Shenzhen, and the city lights were just coming on. The lingering glow of the lights illuminated the face of Pu Pudong, who was sitting in the car. His originally gloomy face was replaced by a restrained sharpness, a calm and madness born from facing certain death.

"Li Mingzhe, Li Mingrui, Park Yongxin! You will pay the price for your actions!" Park Pudong hissed, starting the car and slowly merging into the busy traffic.

……

"Okay, I got it!"

Su Chen hung up the phone and looked at Chen Fei beside him, laughing, "Ji Wenbo really knows how to pick his timing. I just arrived at the courtyard gate and the phone rang. If he weren't in Pengcheng, I would have thought he was watching me!"

We waited until Professor Wu finished compiling the relevant data on the 7nm chip, and it wasn't until after 5 p.m. that it was finally done. During this time, Li Qiwen and Wen Zhanpeng also finished collecting the data after the Baidi flight, which turned out to be surprisingly good.

According to Li Qiwen and his team's calculations, the lifespan of the oblique detonation engine mounted on the White Emperor exceeds 8,000 hours, which is more than double the lifespan of currently in service engines.

Li Qiwen and his team were incredibly excited at the time, because the longer an engine lasts, the more immeasurable its strategic value and economic benefits become.

What's even more interesting is that Bai Di's cost was only a small goal, and the unit was Chinese Yuan. When Su Chen saw this number, he thought Li Qiwen and the others had made a mistake, so he asked them about it.

They immediately received a positive reply from Li Qiwen: the cost of building Baidi was only a small goal!

It's worth noting that the cost of the currently serving T-20s is between 1 million and 1.1 million US dollars.

If you convert them, the difference between the two is quite large; one 20 can produce six or seven White Emperors!
After careful questioning, Su Chen finally learned what had happened from Li Qiwen and the others.

From start to finish, even a single component of Baidi is produced by subsidiaries of the industrial park or Yunmengze Group. All technologies are very mature, which greatly reduces costs.

Su Chen finally understood why China had been promoting independent research and development and innovation. If they mastered the relevant technologies, wouldn't the costs be reduced?

"Is Park Bo-dong willing to follow the plan?" Chen Fei picked up the conversation, still looking somewhat doubtful.

"Otherwise what?" Su Chen's lips curled slightly, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Do you think he has any way out?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei fell silent...

Park Bo-dong truly had no way out. Unless he wanted to live the rest of his life in an ordinary way, but having experienced the life of the wealthy and enjoyed the power of being high above others, how could he be willing to be ordinary?

Moreover... from the moment he contacted Ye Yun, there was no turning back.

Only by charging forward without hesitation can we forge a bright future.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the steward Jiang Hui, accompanied by two guards, strode out through the hanging flower gate and bowed respectfully, saying, "Welcome home, sir!"

"Hmm!" Su Chen nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on the guards behind Jiang Hui for a moment before asking, "Are you busy with something?"

Jiang Hui quickly stepped forward and explained, "It's those jadeite rough stones that you arranged before. Some of the ornaments have been carved from them and just delivered. I'm tidying them up now."

Upon hearing that part of the carving of the ornament was complete, Su Chen immediately became interested and prepared to go and see how the finished product was. He had only taken two steps when he remembered that Professor Wu and his assistant were following behind him.

He immediately made arrangements: "Old Jiang, please arrange accommodations for Professor Wu and the others. They must be tired from the journey. Please get some rest. If you want to have a late-night snack, you can just ask Jiang Hui for help."

Su Chen's last two sentences were naturally addressed to Professor Wu and the others.

"Thank you for your help, Butler Jiang!" Professor Wu smiled and nodded to Jiang Hui.
"Professor Wu, this way please!" Jiang Hui immediately arranged for a guard to lead Professor Wu and his assistant through the corridor and toward the west wing.

Su Chen followed Jiang Hui to the study in the central courtyard. As soon as he entered, he saw several open mahogany trays on the rosewood table. Under the soft light, the jade ornaments inside were dazzling and beautiful!

There are jade bracelets with a rich, vibrant green color, exceptionally translucent, as if a pool of clear water were frozen within them. There are violet jade safety buckles, their color dreamlike and radiant. There are also exquisitely carved jade pendants, utilizing the natural colors of the raw stone to create beautiful patterns; each piece is a work of art.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ No wonder the price of jadeite has been driven up so high. Who wouldn't be dazzled by these exquisite ornaments!" Su Chen casually picked up a light green hand-held piece and played with it in his hand.

"Sir, this is the first batch completed. We mainly selected a few smaller pieces of high-ice jadeite and glass jadeite. The others may have to wait a while longer," Jiang Hui explained carefully, his tone tinged with nervousness.

"No rush, slow and steady wins the race!" Su Chen said, picking up two glass-type jadeite bracelets with a hint of emerald green from the rosewood tray and handing them to Jiang Hui and Chen Fei beside him: "These are gifts for you. You've worked hard these past few days!"

"Ah~" Jiang Hui and Chen Fei were both stunned. Looking at the bracelet that was almost transparent under the light and had a faint green glow, neither of them dared to reach out and take it.

They knew the price of this glass-type jadeite bracelet; it would start at least in the millions. This gift was far too precious for them.

“Sir, this gift is too valuable, we…” Jiang Hui quickly waved his hand, and Chen Fei subconsciously took a half step back.

"Keep them, they're not anything valuable. Besides, there are plenty of these, and maybe everyone will have one in the future!" Su Chen said, stuffing the bracelets into the hands of the two of them.

Jiang Hui and Chen Fei were about to say something when Su Chen's phone suddenly rang. (End of Chapter)