A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

The night was so thick it seemed impossible to break through.

At Xinqiao Airport, the roar of massive engines tore through the air on the military runway. A private jet, bearing no civilian markings, brazenly pierced the clouds, its tires screeching against the ground and kicking up a cloud of acrid white smoke.

As soon as the hatch opened, Bai Che stepped out.

He hadn't even had time to change out of his white lab coat, and the hem still smelled of the distinctive machine oil from the laboratory. But the expression on his face was several degrees colder than the late autumn night wind.

"Academician Bai!"

The officer who had been waiting beside the Hongqi car quickly stepped forward and handed over a specially reinforced tablet with both hands: "The information of the 17 qualified car companies is all here. They are either out of production, have complete qualifications, or are located in the Jiangsu, Zhejiang, or Shanghai region."

Bai Che grabbed the tablet and climbed into the back seat of the car.

"Go back to the company, drive faster."

"yes!"

The Hongqi car, like an arrow released from a bow, instantly merged into the traffic.

In the back seat, Bai Che's fingers traced afterimages across the screen. The financial statements, debt ratios, and production line parameters that determine the life and death of a company were instantly dissected into the most intuitive data stream in his eyes.

three minutes.

His finger hovered over a page called "Wind Chaser Autos".

Located on the outskirts of Zhejiang Province, the company is on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation, burdened with debts of 3.7 million yuan. Its production line is an old relic from five years ago, and it can do nothing but manufacture "old man's cars".

It's rotten to the core.

"This is it." Bai Che tossed the tablet aside and closed his eyes to rest.

The officer in the front row glanced at the rearview mirror, his heart skipping a beat. Three minutes had decided the fate of a factory with hundreds of employees.

This is the efficiency of a national hero.

……

Zero Boundary Technology Headquarters, CEO's Office.

The lights were a stark white, and the air felt as solid as if it were filled with lead.

Wang Tao, with dark circles under his eyes that seemed to droop down to his chin, walked across the carpet with the air of someone in a trench. He scratched his head as he walked, muttering to himself, "These foreign devils, they never repeat themselves... Where are our online trolls? Why can't we hear a sound?"

Su Wanqing sat behind the large desk, her figure as thin as a sheet of paper.

The business suit was wrinkled, yet it was still worn impeccably. She stared at the screen; the reports, a mix of German and English, translated to only two core points—

Zero Boundary Technology is a scam.

Su Wanqing is just a pretty face.

"Puppet," "climbed to power by her looks," "plaything of capital"... these words are no longer just commercial attacks, but rather a trampling on her dignity.

She bit her lower lip hard until she tasted the rusty, metallic taste of blood.

boom!

The office door was suddenly pushed open with great force.

Wang Tao shuddered in fright. He was about to curse whoever didn't know the rules when he looked up and the word "fuck" got stuck in his throat.

"Bai...Brother Bai?!"

Bai Che strode in without even glancing at Wang Tao.

His gaze swept over everyone and landed squarely on the figure behind the desk.

Su Wanqing looked up, her eyes bloodshot, still bearing the lingering resentment of almost collapsing upon seeing him. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Bai Che walked around the table and stood in front of her.

He didn't speak, but simply reached out and gently wiped the corner of her eye with his calloused fingertips.

The warm touch sent a shiver down Su Wanqing's spine.

The iron lady who single-handedly shouldered billions of dollars in pressure and never bowed her head in the face of online bullying had her defenses completely shattered at this moment.

"I'm back."

Bai Che's voice wasn't loud, but it was as steady as a rock.

"Leave the rest to me."

This isn't a discussion; it's a notification.

Su Wanqing took a deep breath, using all her strength to hold back her tears, and nodded heavily.

Bai Che turned around, the gentleness on his face vanishing instantly, replaced by extreme coldness.

He took the tablet back from the arriving officer and casually tossed it to Wang Tao, who was still in a daze.

"This company is called 'Zhufeng Motors'." Bai Che's tone was as calm as if he were buying cabbage at a market. "Use all the reserve funds and contact the creditors. I need to see a full acquisition agreement within 24 hours."

Wang Tao hurriedly caught the tablet, glanced down at the data, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Holy crap! Brother Bai, this factory is over 300 million in debt! Why buy it? To collect scrap metal?"

"Do as I say."

Bai Che walked to Su Wanqing's computer, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, without turning his head: "Tell them, I'll settle the debts, and I'll buy the shares at a 30% premium. I only have one request—quickly."

"If you don't have enough money, just ask Li Jianguo, he'll take care of it."

Wang Tao gasped.

This is what you call "money power"! Paying a 30% premium to buy a bankrupt factory, just to save time?

"Alright! You're the boss, you call the shots!" Wang Tao didn't waste any more words, grabbed his tablet and rushed out to make a call, his back view exuding an arrogant "I have a powerful backer now" vibe.

Inside the office, only the crisp sound of keyboard typing remained.

Su Wanqing looked at Bai Che's profile.

He's logging into that account.

That account with 50 million followers, perpetually inactive, and jokingly referred to online as the "annual update UP master" and "missing person"—

Bilibili ID: Plain Water.

Bai Che's eyes were focused and frantic as his fingertips fell, typing the final period.

Click to publish.

Almost at the same second, all the servers on the network began to groan.

A short post, consisting of only a few lines, was like a nuclear bomb, precisely hitting the fishpond of the global automotive industry.

[I heard some people think we only know how to make PowerPoint presentations?]

One month later, ZeroBoundary Technology launched its first electric vehicle.

[@BavarianPower, stop with the talk, let's see you at the Nürburgring Nordschleife.]

Those who lose should get out of the new energy market.

Dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop in the office.

Wang Tao, who had just returned from a phone call, looked at the updates on the screen and was completely devastated.

Car manufacturing?

A month?

We also have to go to the Nürburgring Nordschleife, known as the "Green Hell," and go head-to-head with the Germans who have been playing with performance cars for a century.

"Brother Bai... has your account been hacked?" Wang Tao's voice was trembling.

Su Wanqing was stunned; her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. This wasn't a counterattack; it was a suicide attack!

Betting the entire company's future on an impossible mission!

She suddenly looked at Bai Che, trying to find a trace of regret on his face after his impulsive act.

But he didn't.

Bai Che straightened up, straightened his slightly disheveled collar, and resumed his lazy yet irritating demeanor.

He raised an eyebrow at Su Wanqing, who was still in a daze, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"What are you standing there for, Mr. Su?"

"Go make me a cup of tea."

"Then sit down and prepare to witness what a miracle is."