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Somewhere in Beijing, at the Shen family villa.

"Bang!"

An antique vase worth millions was smashed to pieces.

On the television screen was Bai Jingyou's provocative smile.

Shen Wanshan stood amidst the chaos, his chest heaving violently. But he no longer laughed maniacally; for the first time, a sense of apprehension appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

"A technical player... he's actually a technical player..." Shen Wanshan bit his finger, his nails digging deep into his flesh. "Bai Jingyou, you've been hiding this for a long time."

......

The air inside Workshop No. 1 seemed to freeze.

Liu Changqing held the silver-gray turbine blade, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he were holding a priceless porcelain piece that had just been unearthed.

He took off his thick-rimmed glasses, wiped them vigorously on the corner of his clothes, put them back on, and peered closer to observe them again.

There are no pores or cracks, and the radius of the blade root is rounded and natural, which is the most challenging part for tool path planning.

"Old Liu! Have you gone mad?"

Lin Lan, who had been in a malfunctioning state, finally came to her senses and rushed forward screaming, "This is a scam! He must have hidden that blade in the machine beforehand! Don't be fooled by him, what about Young Master Shen..."

"Snapped!"

Another crisp slap rang out.

This time, it wasn't Liu Changqing who made the move, but Jiang Mengyao.

Jiang Mengyao rubbed her slightly reddened palms, her expression cold: "Young Master Lin, this is Deep Blue Manufacturing's main production site. You have repeatedly slandered our products, and I have the right to ask you to leave. If you say another word, I will have security throw you out."

"You dare hit me? Jiang Mengyao, you actually did this for this good-for-nothing..." Lin Lan covered her face, looking at the usually gentle and dignified young lady in disbelief.

"Security," Bai Jingyou said calmly.

Several security personnel dressed in camouflage and with muscular builds immediately surrounded them.

Those were people left behind by Ye Lingqing, their eyes revealing a ruthless edge born of bloodshed.

Lin Lan looked at the bulging, hard objects around those people's waists, her Adam's apple bobbed, and the resentment in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Good...very good!" Lin Lan pointed at Bai Jingyou, then at Liu Changqing, "You just wait! Young Master Shen won't let you get away with this! Bai Jingyou, this is just a last gasp of life. Let's see how long you can be so smug!"

After saying that, Lin Lan turned around in a disheveled state and fled amidst the clicking of reporters' camera shutters.

With the buzzing of flies gone, the workshop was finally quiet.

Bai Jingyou pulled his hand away from Liu Changqing's tight grip and straightened his cuffs: "Old Liu, there's no rush for the cooperation. Chen Mo, take Old Liu to the lounge for tea, and while you're at it, copy the processing data from earlier for him to take back and study."

"Okay, okay! I'll go right now!" Liu Changqing looked at Bai Jingyou as if he were looking at his own father, and followed Chen Mo with the leaf in his arms.

Upon seeing this, the reporters immediately swarmed around like sharks smelling blood.

……

Half an hour later, in the general manager's office.

As the noise outside gradually subsided, Chen Mo rushed in carrying a thick stack of letters of intent, his face flushed with excitement.

"Boss! It's blown up! It's completely blown up!"

Chen Mo slammed the contract on the table. "In just twenty minutes, twelve drone manufacturers and auto parts factories have sent letters of intent for cooperation. We've already collected thirty million in deposits alone! And that's before we even see mass production!"

Jiang Mengyao sat on the sofa, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, looking at the figure standing in front of the French window with tenderness and admiration in her eyes.

"Now, Shen Wanshan's blockade has been completely broken," Jiang Mengyao said softly. "With this cash flow, plus the Ye family's construction team, the factory will soon be running smoothly."

Bai Jingyou turned around, but there was no joy on his face. He walked to his desk and tapped his fingers lightly on the surface.

"Broken?" Bai Jingyou shook his head. "Mengyao, you underestimate this mad dog from the Shen family."

"You mean he'll cause trouble?" Chen Mo was taken aback. "But we've already broken through the technological barriers, and public opinion is on our side now. What can he possibly do?"

"Shen Wanshan lost in terms of technology, but he didn't lose in terms of capital."

Bai Jingyou took out a map of mineral resources distribution in North China from the drawer, picked up a red pen, and heavily circled several places.

What materials are used for our turbine blades?

"TC4 titanium alloy," Chen Mo answered instinctively. "It's a standard aerospace-grade material."

How many suppliers around Beijing can provide this type of high-purity titanium alloy rod?

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat: "Three companies. The largest is North China Special Steel, and there are two small and medium-sized private enterprises."

"What if all three companies cut off supplies at the same time?"

As soon as Bai Jingyou finished speaking, Chen Mo's phone vibrated violently.

Chen Mo answered the phone, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He glanced at Bai Jingyou, his lips trembling, "Boss... we got a call from the warehouse. The truck carrying the raw materials was intercepted halfway. North China Special Steel sent a letter saying... saying that their No. 1 blast furnace had an explosion, and all production has been suspended for rectification, with supplies indefinitely halted."

"What about the other two?" Jiang Mengyao stood up, her voice tense.

"They called too. They said the Environmental Protection Bureau shut it down because of excessive emissions." Chen Mo put down his phone, feeling completely exhausted. "Everything's broken. They didn't even leave us a single screw."

Without titanium alloy, those modified machine tools are just a pile of scrap metal. They have the skills to slay a dragon, but no sword in hand.

"This is Shen Wanshan." Bai Jingyou sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Whether it's a blast furnace explosion or an environmental shutdown, he can come up with any excuse. As long as he can win, he's willing to burn down the entire industrial chain in North China."

"What should we do?" Chen Mo was pacing anxiously. "It's too late to source goods from other places now, and besides, the Shen family's logistics..."

"They also control the logistics," Bai Jingyou chimed in. "As long as it's special steel destined for Beijing, Shen Wanshan has a hundred ways to make it disappear on the way."

The atmosphere in the office instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The newly ignited flame of hope seemed about to be extinguished instantly by this bucket of cold water.

"So, are we just supposed to wait to die?" Jiang Mengyao asked, biting her lip, unwilling to accept the situation.

"die?"

Bai Jingyou walked to the window, looked at the gloomy sky outside, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"In this world, there's nothing money can't buy. If there is, it's because you haven't paid enough, or..."

Bai Jingyou took out his phone and found a number saved as "Feng Rui".

"...Or perhaps, you contacted the wrong seller."

"Feng Rui?" Jiang Mengyao paused, taken aback by the name. "President Feng of Hongye Capital? Isn't he in financial investment? What does he have to do with steel?"

"Hongye Capital has an inconspicuous subsidiary called Yuanyang Mining," Bai Jingyou said, pressing the call button. "They have a batch of strategic reserve metals that were originally intended for export to Russia. Since they are reserve materials, they won't use civilian logistics channels."

The call was connected.

"Hey? Brother Bai?" A hearty, deep middle-aged male voice came through the receiver, with some background noise, seemingly from a golf course. "What made you think of calling me? I heard things are getting lively over there."

"Brother Feng, I'd like to discuss a business deal with you," Bai Jingyou said, getting straight to the point.

"Business?" Feng Rui laughed. "You, Young Master Bai, are a big shot these days. Do you still need to talk business with me? Tell me, what part of me do you want?"

"I need that batch of TC4 titanium alloy that you have, which is ready to be shipped to Vladivostok."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the crisp sound of a golf club striking the ball.

"Brother Bai, you're really well-informed. This batch of goods is controlled material. Although I'm the boss, it'll be very troublesome to process it for domestic sales..." Feng Rui's voice carried a hint of businessman's shrewdness. "Besides, the Shen family has already spoken to me, telling me not to get involved in this mess."

Bai Jingyou paused, his voice becoming deep and seductive.

"How much did the Shen family offer you to watch this show? I'll double it. Also, I'll reserve a spot for you in DeepBlue Technology's Series B funding round over the next three years."

"Hahahaha!" Feng Rui suddenly burst into laughter. "Bai Jingyou, you're a devil! Fine! I'll take the job!"

"That shipment is heading to Beijing by military train at midnight tonight. Anyone who tries to stop them will be banned from the financial industry for life!"

After hanging up the phone, Bai Jingyou turned around and looked at Chen Mo and Jiang Mengyao, who were dumbfounded.

"Done."

Bai Jingyou tossed his phone onto the table, his eyes gleaming with the light of a hunter spotting his prey.

"Chen Mo, pass the word down: three shifts. Once the raw materials arrive tonight, all machines will be running at full capacity. Shen Wanshan wants to cut off my supplies? Then I'll stuff him to death."

……

Late at night, at the Shen family villa.

Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Shen Wanshan toyed with an exquisite scalpel in his hand, gazing at the pitch-black night outside.

"Second Young Master."

Lin Lan, her face covered in bruises, cautiously entered, holding a tablet computer. "I just received news that North China Special Steel has completely ceased production. The other two companies have also been shut down. As for Bai Jingyou, he probably won't be able to get a single piece of iron now."

"Really?" Shen Wanshan didn't turn around, the scalpel spinning rapidly between his fingers, tracing silver circles. "Then why did I hear the sound of a train?"

"A train?" Lin Lan was taken aback. "Second Young Master, you must have misheard. There's no railway around here..."

"Ding-dong."

Suddenly, a breaking news notification popped up on Lin Lan's tablet.

[Hongye Capital announced a strategic investment in DeepBlue Technology; the first batch of high-end titanium alloy raw materials, worth 200 million yuan, has arrived at Beijing West Railway Station by special train...]