After being separated from my family, I became a darling of the military region thanks to my medical

The air in the private room was somewhat stagnant, like a pot of overcooked paste.

Thomas's eyelids twitched as he looked at the list Ye Zhen pushed towards him.

The list was thin, just one sheet of paper. But every word on it felt like a bullet to his heart.

"Ms. Ye, this...this is far too much." Thomas unbuttoned the top button of his suit jacket, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "The bidirectional C-arm angiography machine is still a prototype; even the Americans haven't received it yet. And this aortic balloon counterpulsation pump...this is a strategic material strictly controlled by NATO..."

"That's your problem."

Ye Zhen picked up the black tea in front of her, took a small sip, and moved gracefully.

"The core formula of the algorithm, the micron-level ratio of titanium powder, and that post-processing logic that can improve the clarity of the image by three times." Ye Zhen put down her teacup, the porcelain clinking against the tray with a crisp sound. "These things allow Siemens to lead General Electric in this field by at least five years."

She raised her eyelids, her gaze sharp: "Mr. Thomas, you should know what five years means. That's billions of marks in market share, the power to set industry standards."

"But..." Thomas was still struggling.

It's like the devil's deal. The apple is too tempting, but the price is that he has to tap dance on the red line of "Batumi".

"Give it to him!"

A roar suddenly exploded.

Hans, who had been scratching his head and looking like he had a nail in his backside, suddenly jumped up. His already messy hair became even more disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a drug addict who had just taken drugs.

"Thomas! You short-sighted miser!" Hans yelled, pointing at his boss. "You have no idea! That algorithm is a brilliant idea! If she sells this concept to Philips or GE, we can go out of business! We'll become a second-rate manufacturer, repairing X-ray machines for hospitals!"

Thomas, his face turning ashen after being sprayed with spittle, shouted, "Hans! Mind your place! It's illegal to ship so much equipment to China!"

"To hell with breaking the law!" Hans slammed his drawing pen to the ground, breaking it in two. "Take the machine apart! Ship it as spare parts! Label it... label it as accessories for agricultural irrigation equipment! Or hydraulic hoses for large tractors! Any damn reason! If your stupidity makes me miss out on this technology, I'm quitting right now! I'll take my team to China to find her!"

That shout stunned everyone in the room.

Zhang Guohua and Xu Wenqiang were dumbfounded. They had never seen anything like it in their lives—the client's engineer was behaving like a grandson to his own boss in order to improve the contractor's technology.

Gu Zheng sat in the chair, a playful smile playing on his lips, his fingers lightly tapping his knee.

This is called technological subversion.

It's even more effective than turning spies into traitors.

Thomas took a deep breath, his expression shifting rapidly. He looked at Hans, who seemed ready to devour him, then glanced at Ye Zhen, who remained completely calm and collected.

Capitalists will trample on all human laws as long as they have a 300% profit.

The profit margin on the pie Ye Zhen offered was well over 300%.

"I need to have a meeting," Thomas said, slumping into his seat. "This requires board approval."

"Okay." Ye Zhen raised her wrist and looked at the Shanghai brand watch. "However, time is limited, and the American representative seems to be trying to contact me as well."

Whether this statement is true or false is not important.

The important thing is that Thomas believed it.

……

Late at night, the conference room at Siemens' Berlin branch was filled with smoke.

The cigar smoke was so strong it could choke mosquitoes. Seven or eight elderly German men in suits sat around a round table, their faces so serious they looked as if they were discussing World War III.

"This is playing with fire!" a bald director banged on the table. "If the Americans find out..."

"If the Americans get this technology first, that would be a disaster!" Thomas slammed Ye Zhen's technical briefing on the table. "Hans has already verified that her theory is entirely feasible. Moreover, she also has some insights into interventional cardiac procedures. Once those doctors see the future, they will force hospitals to upgrade their equipment. If we don't have the corresponding machines, this piece of the pie will belong to someone else."

"That Chinese woman..." another director hesitated, "Does she really only want these few machines? She didn't ask for US dollars?"

"What she wants is a 'future'." Thomas shuddered as he recalled Ye Zhen's cold eyes. "She said it's called win-win cooperation. But I feel like we've swallowed a thorny diamond."

"You can give it to her."

The chairman, who sat at the head of the table, was a thin old man with a cigar between his fingers, a long ash piled up on it.

He squinted, looking out at the pitch-black night sky in the east.

There's an old Chinese saying: "Fortune favors the bold."

"As long as the machine isn't exported as a whole, it's not considered a violation. As for those technical barriers... once we get the algorithm and the standards, the Chinese market will still be ours. Give her a stage, let her perform this show in Berlin, and see the audience's reaction. If she can win over those arrogant doctors, we'll dare to trample on the ban."

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

The next day, the news spread quietly through West Berlin's medical circles as if it had grown wings.

The quiet atmosphere in the hotel restaurant was broken. Doctors from various regions attending the conference gathered in twos and threes, holding coffee, speaking in hushed tones, their expressions complex.

"Have you heard? That Chinese female doctor who only had ten minutes to give a speech yesterday has some really good stuff in her hands."

"I was there!" a young French doctor exclaimed, pounding his fist on the table in despair. "God, why did I leave early because of that damn sausage? Apparently, in the video she released, she demonstrated a heart repair procedure that doesn't require open-heart surgery at all!"

"Impossible! That's something you only see in science fiction."

"Absolutely true! Siemens' CEO Thomas chased after someone to a hotel last night. If it were just for bragging, would the shrewd Thomas do that?"

"I heard the organizing committee has arranged a special lecture for that Chinese female doctor tomorrow morning. Don't miss it!"

"Hopefully, that lady from the East will bring us some surprises. If we can learn some new techniques tomorrow, then this conference will have been totally worth it!"

In the corner, Jason, the arrogant American representative from yesterday, now had a face so gloomy it could drip water.

"Damn it!" Jason gritted his teeth. "That cunning German, he moved so fast."