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"Bang!"

Smith slammed his hand hard on the conference table, his once fair face now turning a deep liver color from extreme anger and humiliation.

He, the CEO of M Group's Greater China region, is a figure revered and treated like a god at business negotiations in any country around the world. Yet today, in front of this young Chinese official, not even thirty years old, he was actually accused of having "cheese in his head"?

What he found even more unbearable was that the other party's fluent switching between three languages ​​was like three resounding slaps in the face, not only shattering his proud so-called "spirit of contract," but also exposing their dirty tricks to the light of day.

"Mr. Liu! Your arrogance and rudeness will bring disastrous consequences to your country!"

Smith abruptly stood up, his feigned gentlemanly demeanor completely gone, replaced by a look of frantic rage in his eyes. He grabbed the agreement on the table, which Liu Ming had refuted flawlessly, and tore it in two.

"Since your Chinese government is so insincere and refuses to cooperate, then on behalf of the M Group and the 'Free Trade Alliance' behind us, I hereby formally declare!"

"From this moment forward, we will indefinitely suspend all technology licensing agreements with Loongson Technology of China!"

"At the same time, we will initiate the highest-level international technology sanctions procedure! We will completely block all semiconductor equipment, materials, and core algorithms related to manufacturing processes below 14 nanometers!"

"I'm going to turn your ridiculous 'chip breakthrough' plan into nothing more than a pile of scrap metal!"

See you in the picture!

This is no longer just commercial extortion; it's blatant technological hegemony and strangulation!

Loongson Technology is currently China's largest and only national enterprise with the potential to achieve a breakthrough in the high-end chip field. Smith's move, akin to cutting off the lifeline, is tantamount to strangling China's technological development, attempting to kill the country's future in this area!

For an instant.

The air in the entire conference room seemed to have dropped to freezing point.

The experts from the Chinese delegation looked pale.

They know all too well what this sanction means. It means that my country's nascent chip industry chain will face a devastating blow of supply disruption and production stoppage in the short term! Decades of hard work and hundreds of billions of yuan in investment could very well go down the drain.

"Mr. Smith, let's talk this out. Business cooperation is something we can discuss..." An old director from the Ministry of Commerce was sweating profusely and subconsciously tried to speak up to ease the tension.

"Talk? There's nothing to talk about!"

Smith sneered repeatedly, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over the Chinese personnel present before finally fixing on Liu Ming.

"Unless you agree to my conditions right now! Not only do you want to open up all quotas for superconducting rare earth elements, but our M Group also wants to take full control of the research and development direction of your so-called 'National Strategic Technology Breakthrough Group'!"

"Otherwise, you can expect your tech industry to regress by twenty years!"

This is the source of the confidence of the Western powers.

Holding core technologies is tantamount to holding someone else's lifeline. If they're ever unhappy, they can make your hard-earned empire collapse at any time.

In their view, China has no other way but to compromise.

however.

Faced with this deadly threat that could cause the economic collapse of any developing country, Liu Ming showed not a trace of panic.

He didn't even change his sitting posture.

He simply watched Smith, who was strutting around like a proud rooster, his mockery growing ever stronger.

"Sanctions?"

Liu Ming picked up the cup of tea in front of her, which had cooled down a bit, and took a small sip, as if she had heard a very bad joke.

"Mr. Smith, do you really think that those patents you have that are about to expire are 'nuclear weapons' capable of strangling the lifeline of Chinese technology?"

"Isn't that right?" Smith retorted arrogantly. "Without our license and our lithography machines, you can't even manufacture the most basic chips!"

"Yeah?"

Liu Ming put down her teacup, making a crisp sound.

He stopped wasting words with Smith and turned to nod slightly to Chen Momo, who had been standing behind him, acting as if she were invisible.

"MoMo, show these 'international friends' something good. Otherwise, they'll keep living in their own dreams and still think the Qing Dynasty is still around."

"Yes, Director!"

Chen Momo suppressed her excitement, strode to the control panel, inserted a black encrypted USB drive, and quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

"Whoosh!"

The huge LCD screen that occupied an entire wall at the front of the conference room lit up instantly.

The images no longer contain those dry negotiation data.

Instead, it is an extremely large and complex cleanroom laboratory full of futuristic technology!

Hundreds of researchers in anti-static suits are working diligently. In the very center of the laboratory, a huge, oddly shaped machine, shimmering with a ghostly blue light, is emitting a deep rumble.

That is……

"Oh my God..."

The German technical consultant behind Smith nearly popped his eyes out the moment he saw the machine clearly, and couldn't help but let out a gasp!

He recognized the machine's structure at a glance! Although its appearance differed from ASML products they were familiar with, the core extreme ultraviolet optical path design and the complex lens assembly were definitely...

Photolithography machine!

Moreover, judging from its size and precision, this is definitely not some outdated or obsolete equipment!

"What...what is this?!" Smith was also stunned, and an extremely ominous premonition surged into his heart.

The image on the screen changed.

The camera zooms in.

It was a silicon wafer that had just been cut from the production line and shimmered with an iridescent luster under the lights.

A hand wearing a white glove carefully picked up one of the crystals with tweezers and placed it under an electron microscope.

Followed by.

A set of extremely complex yet incredibly clear test data appeared on the screen.

Transistor density: 1.3 million per square millimeter

[Process node: 3 nanometers]

[Yield Rate: 85.6%]

……

When these three data points appear on the screen simultaneously.

"boom--!"

In the entire conference room, whether it was the Chinese experts or the Western representatives, everyone felt as if a megaton-level nuclear bomb had been detonated in their minds!

Dead!

Absolute silence!

The old academician from the Chinese Academy of Sciences was so excited that he was trembling all over, tears streaming down his face! He stared intently at the number "3 nanometers" on the screen, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Smith and his negotiation team, on the other hand, seemed to have had their souls ripped out.

Their mouths were agape, their faces contorted, and their eyes were filled with endless terror and...despair!

3 nanometers?

A 3-nanometer lithography machine with completely independent intellectual property rights?

Moreover, the yield rate is as high as 85% or more?

How is that possible?

How is that possible!

Just six months ago, their intelligence department confidently assured them that China's chip technology was at least two generations behind theirs and that it would be absolutely impossible for China to break through the 7-nanometer barrier within ten years!

But now.

This machine.

This chip.

It was like a resounding slap across their faces, shattering their ridiculous dream of technological hegemony!

"Impossible! This is a fake! This is just a CG animation you're using to bluff!"

Smith pointed at the screen, roaring hysterically, as if only in this way could he conceal the fear that was about to devour him.

"Mr. Smith, escaping reality won't solve anything."

Liu Ming slowly stood up.

He walked to the screen, pointed at the chip that was shimmering with a faint light, his eyes like knives.

"This is our China's 'Loongson 1'."

"We have completely abandoned your outdated silicon-based architecture and adopted a brand-new carbon-based approach that we developed ourselves."

Liu Ming turned around and looked down at the Western representative who was completely slumped in the chair, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Now, do you still think your sanctions are meaningful to us?"

"Trying to strangle us?"

Liu Ming sneered. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an aura of dominance that could shake the entire world.

"A fool's dream!"