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At dawn, the first rays of sunlight shone on the stainless steel gate of the Deep Blue manufacturing base, reflecting a cold light.

Outside the factory area, the once bustling road is now eerily quiet.

Several black cars were parked at the intersection; those were Shen Wanshan's informants.

They were waiting, waiting to see Bai Jingyou make a fool of himself.

In Shen Wanshan's script, the Deep Blue Base today should be a dead city, where top-notch parts scattered all over the ground will turn into a pile of scrap metal because they can't be transported out, and eventually rot in the warehouse.

"Boss, are we really going to have any customers?" Chen Mo stood behind Bai Jingyou, his palms sweating.

He glanced at the industry group chat and saw that all the drone manufacturers who usually called each other brothers were now pretending to be dead.

The ban imposed by the Shen family was like a Damocles' sword hanging over everyone's heads.

Bai Jingyou didn't speak; he was looking down and adjusting a display machine placed in the center of the square.

"What does the Shen family matter if the profit is small?" Bai Jingyou straightened up, dusted off his hands, and said with a playful look in his eyes, "Besides, what I'm offering isn't profit, but a chance to survive."

Jiang Mengyao was dressed in a sharp black suit skirt today, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, looking capable and aloof. She glanced at the tablet and raised an eyebrow slightly: "You're here."

At first, it was just a black dot on the distant horizon.

Immediately following was a muffled roar of an engine.

One, two, three... more than a dozen heavy pickup trucks and light trucks, like a flood breaking through a dam, rushed madly toward the Deep Blue Base.

The Shen family's informants who were responsible for monitoring the situation were stunned.

They tried to block them with their cars, but the truck drivers were like madmen and wouldn't slow down at all.

"Holy crap, is that Mr. Wang from Thunderbird? Isn't he a die-hard fan of Young Master Shen?"

"And what about Fatty Li from Aurora Technology? Has he gone mad? He actually drove here himself to pick up the goods?"

The convoy roared past, kicking up dust that covered the monitors in the face.

The factory gates slowly opened.

Mr. Wang, who was leading the way, jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop. The fat on his face trembled violently as he ran, and he clutched a transfer check tightly in his hand.

"President Bai! President Bai! Is the 20% discount for real? Of those 100 Supreme Edition sets, please reserve 10 for me... no, 20 sets!" President Wang's voice was incredibly loud, as if he was afraid that if he was too slow, the people behind him would get there first.

Bai Jingyou calmly took a sip of coffee and pointed to the display stand in the center of the square: "President Wang, don't rush. You can pay slowly, the goods are right here, but you know the rules for the premium version: on-site testing, let the data speak for itself."

In less than half an hour, the once empty square was packed with people.

Dozens of well-known figures in Beijing's drone industry disregarded their dignity and crowded in front of the display stand, craning their necks.

[These old foxes, they say they're afraid of the Shen family, but their actions speak louder than words.] Chen Mo thought to himself.

"Everyone, please quiet down." Bai Jingyou walked onto the stage without a microphone, but the entire room instantly fell silent. "I know what you're all worried about. President Shen has a bad temper, and you're all afraid of offending him. But I also want to ask you all a question: Does your company survive on President Shen's temper, or on the competitiveness of your products?"

No one spoke from the audience; the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

"The Shen family's raw material prices have increased by 30%, and the delivery cycle has doubled. How much profit do you have left?" Bai Jingyou's voice was calm but firm, each word hitting the sore spots of these bosses. "Today, Deep Blue Technology doesn't talk about feelings, only business. Look at the screen."

The huge LED screen lit up.

The two sets of data were clearly presented to everyone.

On the left are the data for top-tier blades available on the market, and on the right are the actual measured parameters of Deep Blue's "Supreme Edition".

"The rotational speed has increased by 45%, the temperature resistance limit has increased by 200 degrees, and most importantly—" Bai Jingyou paused, his eyes sharp as knives, "the thrust-to-weight ratio has increased by an entire order of magnitude under the same power consumption."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the room.

"boom--!!!"

"My God... this thrust..." Mr. Wang dropped the check in his hand to the ground.

This is a case of dimensional reduction attack.

Faced with absolute power, any social rhetoric or threat of blockade seems pale and powerless.

These business owners knew very well that as long as they installed these blades, their drones would be a generation ahead of their competitors in terms of endurance and payload.

Whoever gets the goods first will become the next industry leader.

Just as everyone was rushing towards the signing table, a piercing police siren sounded from afar.

Four vehicles bearing comprehensive law enforcement license plates drove recklessly into the factory area.

Shen Wanshan stepped out of the car, dressed in an exquisite, handmade suit.

His face was terribly grim, and his eyes held a reckless madness.

Behind him followed a dozen menacing uniformed men.

"Bai Jingyou, you are suspected of illegal fundraising and false advertising. Come with me." Shen Wanshan spoke in a sinister tone. His voice was not loud, but it instantly cooled down the noisy scene.

The business owners' expressions changed, and they subconsciously took a few steps back. With Young Master Shen personally involved, the nature of the situation changed.

"Illegal fundraising?" Bai Jingyou stood on the stage, looking down at Shen Wanshan with a mocking smile. "Second Young Master Shen, you can't just say whatever you want. I run a business; customers bring money to pick up goods—that's a market transaction. What, have the Shen family's rules become so great that they supersede the Commercial Code?"

"Whether it's false advertising or not, we'll only know after we investigate." Shen Wanshan walked to the display stand, glanced at the machine with disdain, and said, "This kind of data, besides fooling these ignorant bumpkins, who do you think would believe it? Take it away!"

The two law enforcement officers made a move to step forward.

"Let's see who dares to move!" Jiang Mengyao stepped forward, blocking Bai Jingyou's path.

"Miss Jiang, I know you have a special relationship with this kid," Shen Wanshan sneered. "But the Jiang family can't protect him after what happened today. I have a formal complaint letter stating that Deep Blue Technology is using outdated equipment to produce defective products, endangering public safety."

Shen Wanshan's smile was extremely cruel.

He has already bribed the relevant parties. As long as Bai Jingyou is taken in and detained for 48 hours, public opinion will completely tear Deep Blue Technology apart.

"A defective product?" Bai Jingyou chuckled softly as he slowly walked down the steps. With each step, Shen Wanshan felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Young Master Shen, have you forgotten what kind of unit you just barged into?"

Bai Jingyou pulled a shiny plaque from his pocket and casually tossed it in front of Shen Wanshan.

The front of the sign features a sharp sword, while the back bears five large, gold-plated characters:

[Military Industry Access Permit]

Shen Wanshan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"When...when did you get it?"

"While you were busy tearing up my repayment checks and blocking my logistics channels," Bai Jingyou whispered in Shen Wanshan's ear, his voice barely audible, yet as sharp as ice in the dead of winter.

Shen Wanshan felt a sudden dizziness, and his legs shivered involuntarily.

They slandered military products as defective and interfered with the production of military equipment.

This offense cannot be resolved simply by a fine and dismissal.

Bai Jingyou turned to look at the stunned law enforcement officers, his eyes icy: "Gentlemen, shall we continue the investigation?"

The leader, sweating profusely, didn't even glance at Shen Wanshan before turning and leaving: "Misunderstanding... Let's call it a day! Call it a day now!"

In less than a minute, the law enforcement vehicle, which had been so aggressive just moments before, was running faster than a rabbit.

In the square, only Shen Wanshan remained, standing alone.

The way those bosses looked at him had changed; they no longer looked at him with fear, but as if he were a ridiculous clown.

"Mr. Wang, didn't you just order twenty sets?" Bai Jingyou looked at the boss below the stage again, his voice returning to its gentle tone, "The price has increased now, the unit price has increased by 50%, and we don't accept pre-orders, cash payment is required."

"Buy it! I'll buy it!" Boss Wang was the first to rush forward, even deliberately bumping into Shen Wanshan, who was still in a daze. "Boss Bai, with our relationship, I'd accept even if the price doubled!"

This is the stark reality.

When Bai Jingyou revealed his extraordinary connections and revolutionary technology, Shen Wanshan's blockade became a joke.

Shen Wanshan didn't know how he got out of the Deep Blue Base.

He stood across the street, looking back at the bustling factory.

Trucks lined up to enter, loaded with goods, and then happily drove off in all directions.

Those small business owners he used to be able to manipulate at will are now bowing and scraping before Bai Jingyou.

"Second Young Master... our Wantong Logistics has been seized, and the court officials are already at the door." Lin Lan scrambled over, reporting with a mournful face.

Shen Wanshan didn't speak. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He lost.

They lost completely, leaving them with nothing.

Meanwhile, in the office on the second floor of the factory building.

Bai Jingyou stood by the window, watching Shen Wanshan's dejected figure leave, his face devoid of any victor's ecstatic joy.

"Is that all?" Jiang Mengyao walked to his side and handed him a glass of warm water.

"The end?" Bai Jingyou shook his head, a deep, cold glint flashing in his eyes. "This is just the beginning. The Shen family is deeply rooted in the capital; this loss will at most cripple them. What I want is to uproot the entire Shen family."

He took out his phone and dialed Feng Rui's number.

"Brother Feng, we can begin. Release the evidence of Shen Wanshan's illegal money laundering at Wantong Logistics. Also, tell the people at Hongye Capital that I'm going to short-sell Shen's listed company—Shen's Mining."

Jiang Mengyao's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly realized that Bai Jingyou was not only a genius, but also an extremely dangerous hunter. Every time he backed down or showed weakness, he was actually driving his prey into a trap.

"By the way, Chen Mo," Bai Jingyou turned to his assistant, whose face was full of admiration, "go check if the Shen family is planning to build a research and development center on that piece of land they just acquired in the suburbs."

"Yes, boss, they have already prepaid 200 million for the project."

"Very good." Bai Jingyou's lips curled into a smile. "Tell that contractor that I have a more cost-effective and robust steel structure solution for construction. Ask him if he wants to make a fortune?"