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The setting sun, like blood, dyed this bustling construction site in the western suburbs a deep crimson.

The roar of heavy trucks did not stop as night fell; instead, it became even more deafening.

The team Ye Lingqing found was simply a tireless machine.

In just half a day, more than half of the originally devastated ruins had been cleared, and the foundation pit was taking shape at a visible speed.

"This efficiency is simply unreasonable."

Chen Mo stood in front of the makeshift command building, looking at the excavator operating like a steel behemoth in the distance, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"It's not easy to owe the Ye family favors, but they did a really good job." Bai Jingyou stood by the window, holding a cup of instant coffee, the steam rising from his calm face. "However, Shen Wanshan's backup plan should be coming soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo's phone rang.

Less than ten seconds after the call connected, Chen Mo's face fell.

Then came the second and third phone calls.

When he put down his phone, Chen Mo's face was even darker than the night outside.

"Boss, it's all gone down."

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "The purchasing department just called several precision machine tool suppliers, and they all sent letters returning our deposits. The reasons are varied; some say there's insufficient production capacity, some say there are export controls, and one even said their ship sank at sea!"

"It sank?" Bai Jingyou blew away the foam on his coffee, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe that excuse. Has Shen Wanshan bought up all the high-end equipment production capacity for the year?"

"Not only that." Chen Mo took a deep breath. "That call was from a headhunting firm. Several senior engineers we poached with high salaries are willing to pay breach of contract penalties to leave. They said... they don't want to be unable to survive in the job market in Beijing."

Equipment supply disruptions and talent drain.

For a factory that hasn't even been built yet, this is tantamount to cutting off its lifeline.

Jiang Mengyao sat on a folding chair to the side, clutching a document tightly in her hand, her knuckles white: "Without these five-axis CNC machine tools, our digital production line is a joke. Just having factories without being able to produce anything will ultimately drag us down."

"Who said we were going to use German machine tools?"

Bai Jingyou put down his coffee cup and turned to look at the two of them.

His eyes were clear and bright, without the slightest hint of panic; instead, they revealed an excitement that was hard to decipher.

"Not imports? Then what will we use?" Chen Mo was stunned. "The precision of domestically produced parts simply doesn't meet the requirements. Even an error of just one micrometer will render the parts scrap."

"That was before." Bai Jingyou walked to the map of Beijing hanging on the wall and pointed to a spot on the East Third Ring Road. "Some things are like gold buried in the ground, but nobody knows how to polish them."

That's the location of the Grand Hotel Beijing.

"There's a North China Industrial Manufacturing Summit at 8 PM tonight." Bai Jingyou glanced at his watch. "Chen Mo, get the car ready. Mengyao, change your clothes, we're going to pick up some bargains."

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The banquet hall of the Grand Hotel Beijing is resplendent with gold and jade.

Crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light, amidst the elegant attire and the clinking of glasses.

Those who can appear here are all prominent figures in the manufacturing industry of Beijing and even the entire North China region.

But this seemingly harmonious atmosphere froze for a moment the moment Bai Jingyou and Jiang Mengyao stepped into the hall.

The executives, who had been chatting and laughing, turned away as if they had seen a plague god when they saw Bai Jingyou, and made excuses to leave.

Shen Wanshan's harsh words had already spread throughout the industry.

Anyone who dares to associate with Bai Jingyou is going against the Shen family.

"It seems we're not very popular." Jiang Mengyao linked arms with Bai Jingyou, a polite smile on her face, but her voice was somewhat low.

"It doesn't matter if you're not popular, as long as you're good at making money." Bai Jingyou said calmly, casually taking two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray.

Just then, an extremely arrogant voice came from the side.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Bai? I heard you've got some big projects up your sleeves in the western suburbs. What, you still have time to come to a small place like this?"

The crowd automatically separated.

A young man wearing a white suit and with slicked-back hair walked over.

He swirled a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery and arrogance.

"Young Master Lin." Bai Jingyou nodded indifferently, without even raising his eyelids.

"Bai Jingyou, I heard you're thinking of starting some kind of digital chemical plant?" Lin Lan walked up to Bai Jingyou, deliberately raising her voice to draw the attention of those around them. "The idea's good, but unfortunately, the equipment market is a bit tight right now. I heard you can't even buy a single screw? Should I put in a good word for you with Young Master Shen? Maybe he can give you a few used, obsolete machines?"

A few low chuckles came from the surrounding area.

Jiang Mengyao frowned slightly, about to speak, but Bai Jingyou gently squeezed her palm to stop her.

"No need for you to trouble yourself, Young Master Lin." Bai Jingyou took a sip of champagne, his tone indifferent. "I came here today mainly to buy some leftover stock."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Buying outdated goods?

Is the Bai family just giving up entirely?

Lin Lan was stunned for a moment, then burst into ear-piercing laughter: "Hahahaha! Listen to this, everyone! The dignified young master of the Bai family, actually coming to this high-end summit to collect junk! Bai Jingyou, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Or has your Bai family become so poor?"

Bai Jingyou ignored his sarcasm and walked straight to the quietest booth in the corner of the hall.

The booth was shabby; there were no models, no big screen, only a few bulky black machine models and a few middle-aged people dressed in plain work clothes with worried faces.

The sign above the booth read: 【Longteng Precision】.

This is a long-established state-owned enterprise in Beijing. It still has a strong technological foundation, but due to its rigid system and lack of funds for R&D and control systems, its products have always been outperformed by foreign brands, and it is now on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Longteng?" Lin Lan followed over, and after seeing the sign, she laughed even louder. "Bai Jingyou, you're not thinking of buying this pile of industrial waste, are you? What else can this stuff be used for besides being sold as scrap metal by weight?"

The surrounding guests also shook their heads, their eyes filled with pity and disdain.

Bai Jingyou ignored it.

He walked up to the booth and looked at the middle-aged man leading it. The man had gray hair and a numb look in his eyes, a look of despair that followed.

"You must be Chief Engineer Zhao?" Bai Jingyou asked.

Zhao Xuemin paused for a moment, then quickly stood up, rubbing his hands nervously. "Yes...I am. Boss, are you...you're interested in our machine tools?"

He didn't really have any hope. He was just going through the motions tonight; if he didn't get any more orders, the factory wouldn't even be able to pay wages next month.

"How many of this model do you have in stock in your warehouse?" Bai Jingyou pointed to the model.

"This kind?" Zhao Xuemin gave a wry smile. "This is an old model from three years ago. Although the hardware structure is very solid and the materials are sufficient, the control system is too outdated and the accuracy is not high... There are about two hundred units stockpiled in the warehouse, and they simply cannot be sold."

"Two hundred units." Bai Jingyou nodded. "How much per unit?"

"The original price was 800,000, but now... if you want it all, it's 300,000! No, 250,000 is fine too!" Zhao Xuemin said, his voice trembling as if he had grasped at a straw.

"Two hundred and fifty thousand?" Lin Lan interjected sarcastically. "Engineer Zhao, that's outrageous. I'd even consider this scrap metal taking up too much space for fifty thousand."

Zhao Xuemin's face flushed red; he wanted to retort but dared not.

Bai Jingyou turned around, looked at Lin Lan, and suddenly smiled.

"Young Master Lin thinks this is scrap metal?"

"Isn't that right?" Lin Lan scoffed. "Without high-end chips and top-notch algorithms, this thing is just a pile of dead flesh."

"That's for you." Bai Jingyou withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Xuemin again, taking out a checkbook from his pocket, which he had prepared before coming.

"Swish swish swish".

The sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper was exceptionally clear in the quiet corner.

Bai Jingyou tore off the check and gently patted it on the table.

"Fifty million. I want all two hundred machines."

At that moment, Zhao Xuemin was stunned. Lin Lan was stunned. Everyone watching was stunned.

Fifty million! To buy a pile of outdated industrial waste?!

[Is this kid crazy? Does he have too much money to burn?]

[Shen Wanshan has blocked the road; isn't he just grasping at straws in his desperation?]

Discussions arose.

"Bai Jingyou, you really are rich and willful." Lin Lan's facial muscles twitched a couple of times, looking at Bai Jingyou as if he were an idiot. "You bought this pile of scrap metal, are you planning to open a museum?"

"Lin Lan".

Bai Jingyou handed the stamped sales contract to Chen Mo behind him, then slowly straightened his cuffs.

"You only see this pile of iron, but you don't see what's behind it."

Bai Jingyou took a step forward, closing in on Lin Lan. Although the two were of similar height, the aura that Bai Jingyou exuded, honed through countless battles in the business world, actually made Lin Lan subconsciously take a half step back.

"The machine tools lack precision because of outdated control algorithms. The robust hardware structure is the result of decades of casting expertise." Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the room. "Shen Wanshan thinks he can cripple me by blocking imported equipment? He's too naive."

"What do you want to do?" Lin Lan felt a sudden unease.

"I want to give this pile of scrap metal a new brain."

Bai Jingyou took out his phone and dialed a number.

The lobby was quiet, and everyone could hear the phone connect.

"Feed? Bai Jingyou?" A clear and capable female voice came from the other end of the phone.

Bai Qianqian.

"Sister Qianqian, is the internal beta version of the 'Light Shuttle' industrial control system that you had your team develop completed?"

"It was finished last week, but the benchmark results on current general-purpose machine tools are mediocre. We need lower-level hardware permissions." Bai Qianqian's voice carried a hint of confusion. "Why are you asking this?"

"I've found you two hundred bodies." Bai Jingyou looked at Lin Lan, whose face was deathly pale, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. "Two hundred completely open-source, high-quality domestically made machine tools that you can mess with however you want."

"Also, inform Chief Engineer Zhao of Longteng Precision that, starting today, their R&D team will be merged into DeepBlue Technology. I want to use the most basic iron to run the fastest algorithm."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Bai Qianqian's barely suppressed excitement: "You mean Longteng's inventory? I've seen the parameters, it's top-notch! It's just that nobody's willing to spend the money to rewrite their systems! If we could get our hands on the underlying code, I'm confident I can raise the accuracy to world-class levels within a month!"

"Let's do it then."

Bai Jingyou hung up the phone and looked at Lin Lan, who was completely frozen in place.

"Did you hear that, Young Master Lin?"

Bai Jingyou reached out and gently straightened Lin Lan's slightly crooked tie, his movements carrying a sense of humiliation.

"In this world, there are no useless resources, only useless perspectives."

"Go back and tell Shen Wanshan that he can keep those foreign junk he bought at a high price for himself. When my factory opens, I'll send him an invitation and show him what... Made in China really means."

After saying that, Bai Jingyou took Jiang Mengyao's arm, whose eyes were full of admiration, and turned to leave.

Lin Lan was left standing there alone, his face turning pale and then red. With a snap, he crushed the wine glass in his hand.

The bright red wine dripped down between his fingers, like blood.