Hong Kong films: From street thugs to Hong Kong financial tycoons

The following morning, at Kai Tak Airport in Hong Kong.

As the first rays of dawn broke through the sea fog over Victoria Harbour, three massive aircraft, accompanied by the deafening roar of their engines, like three colossal steel beasts blotting out the sky, landed one after another on the airport's specially approved runway.

The cabin door slowly opened, and Chen Zheng, dressed in his ever-present dark blue bespoke suit and with his tie perfectly tied, was the first to step off the gangway.

Following behind him were fifty-two blond, blue-eyed Dutch men with large dark circles under their eyes, their faces etched with anxiety and exhaustion.

This group of people is the core founding team of ASML, which was just forcibly "kidnapped" back by Yaosheng Capital with a cash flow of five billion US dollars. The leader is their current CEO, Peter.

Peter wrapped himself tightly in his slightly shabby old trench coat, and a gust of cold wind made him shiver.

"Oh, God..."

Peter stood on the gangway, looking at the scene before him, his deep blue eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Below the dedicated helipad, they found no dilapidated bus as they had imagined.

Instead, there were thirty gleaming black Mercedes-Benz luxury cars, looking as if they had just rolled off the production line.

These luxury cars formed an extremely arrogant defensive formation, tightly surrounding the three cargo planes in the middle.

At the very front of the convoy stood hundreds of burly men dressed in pure black suits, wearing white gloves and tactical sunglasses.

With their hands behind their backs and their backs ramrod straight, they exuded a chilling, menacing aura that could only be seen in Hollywood gangster movies.

Sang Gou took off his sunglasses, strode to the bottom of the gangway, and bowed slightly to Chen Zheng: "President Chen, you must be tired from your journey. The equipment transport vehicles and escort convoy are all in place. The boss instructed that these foreign experts be escorted back to the factory as if they were national treasures."

Chen Zheng nodded and turned to look at Peter and the others behind him, who were completely terrified.

"Mr. Peter, welcome to Hong Kong."

Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a professional yet somewhat intimidating smile playing on his lips.

"Please get your team on the truck. As for the lithography machine prototype and blueprints in the cargo hold, our Yaosheng Security Group will use the highest-spec air-cushioned trucks to escort them, ensuring that not even a single screw will be missing."

Peter swallowed hard, his legs feeling weak as he walked down the gangway.

He had been poor in Europe for half his life, and in order to get a few tens of thousands of dollars in sponsorship, he had to act like a grandson to those big bosses every day. When had he ever seen such an exaggerated and outrageous display, with hundreds of bodyguards in black and a fleet of Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars?

"Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen..."

Peter leaned close to Chen Zheng's ear, his voice trembling like a broken bellows being pulled in the cold wind.

"What exactly does your boss do? Is he some warlord from the Golden Triangle in Asia? We're just doing research; we don't manufacture weapons..."

Looking at the group of terrified Europeans, Chen Zheng shook his head with amusement.

"Don't worry, Mr. Peter. Our boss is a law-abiding and honest businessman."

Chen Zheng patted Peter on the shoulder and pointed to the luxury cars.

"These are just the most insignificant little things in our boss's daily life. Get in the car, don't keep the boss waiting."

A group of top scientists, who can barely afford instant coffee in Europe, were ushered into a Mercedes-Benz with the scent of high-end leather, feeling dizzy and as if they were walking on cotton.

The convoy drove out of the airport in a grand procession, speeding towards the Tai Po Industrial Park in the New Territories.

……

At 10:00 AM, in the New Territories, at the core factory area of ​​Yiu Shing Technology.

When Peter and his companions got out of the car and saw the huge, bustling construction site before them, their worldviews were once again shattered.

"My God, what are they building?!"

A Dutch engineer exclaimed in surprise as he pointed to the massive, rugged metal tower rising from the ground next to the experimental building, a tower that exuded a raw, industrial aesthetic.

"Oh, that one."

The dog leading the way chewed gum and glanced at them casually.

"That's because the boss just spent a billion dollars a couple of days ago to buy the ice factory next door and built the liquid nitrogen cooling tower specifically for your supercomputing server. There's no other way; the boss thinks that ordinary industrial air conditioners cool down too slowly and says that using liquid nitrogen to freeze it is more convenient."

A billion dollars to build a liquid nitrogen tower to cool servers?!

Peter and the fifty-two Dutch engineers felt as if they were hearing a fairy tale!

In Europe, they have to apply to Philips headquarters for half a month just to buy a decent exhaust fan. But here, they complain that the air conditioning isn't working well enough, so they just build a liquid nitrogen cooling tower on the spot? What kind of insane financial power is this?!

Amidst everyone's astonishment and bewilderment, they passed through layers of strict access control and finally stepped into the top-tier cleanroom core laboratory, which occupied more than a thousand square meters.

"Click".

The laboratory doors opened, and a powerful sense of technological pressure rushed out. More than a dozen of the world's most expensive super servers were roaring, and various indicator lights were flashing wildly.

In the center of the laboratory, Lu Qiu, a former genius architect from Silicon Valley, was leading fifty-two Chinese engineers poached from Silicon Valley with hefty sums of money. They all turned around and stared intently at the group of Dutch foreigners who had just entered.

The software giants have officially joined forces with the hardware whiz – this is truly a moment worthy of being recorded in the annals of human technological history!

"You're Peter?"

Wearing a white lab coat and sporting messy hair, Lu Qiu strode forward and extended his hand directly to Peter.

"I am Lu Qiu, Chief Architect of Yaosheng Technology."

Peter paused for a moment, then quickly grasped Lu Qiu's hand: "Hello, Mr. Lu, but... I heard that Yaosheng Technology is a newly established startup company, how come you have so many supercomputers?"

"A startup? Ha!"

Lu Qiu sneered, a glint of extreme pride flashing in his eyes.

"With the boss's 30 billion in cash flow, there's nothing you can't buy."

Lu Qiu didn't waste any words and directly pulled Peter to the control panel, tapping a few times on a monitor.

"Take a look at this."

Lu Qiu pointed to the complex low-level code cascading down the screen like a waterfall, his tone filled with undisguised fervor: "This is the next-generation EDA software core architecture that our team just successfully implemented for the second-layer logical closed loop!"

"With this system, your semi-finished stepper lithography machine will no longer be blind. It can be precise down to the nanometer level, perfectly imprinting the world's most complex maze onto silicon wafers!"

Peter was initially somewhat nonchalant, but the moment his gaze fell upon the code on the screen...

boom!

The current head of ASML seems to have detonated a nuclear bomb in his mind.

"My God... this wiring algorithm, this error correction mechanism for logic gates, this is absolutely impossible!"

Peter lunged at the screen like a madman, gripping the edge of the monitor tightly with both hands, his deep blue eyes filled with a ghostly horror.

"The architecture of this software is at least two generations ahead of current European and American standards. How did you manage to do that? This is something that current human computing power simply cannot deduce!"

"Regardless of how they did it, that's the confidence our boss gives us!"

Lu Qiu patted Peter on the shoulder, his eyes filled with fervor.

"Now, we have the blueprints and the software. All we need is your printer to turn those blueprints into reality. So, are you confident you can fully assemble and debug the prototype within a month?"

Peter was trembling violently. He looked at the room full of supercomputers, at the group of Chinese engineers who were as hungry as wolves, and then he recalled the thirty Mercedes-Benz cars and the quick transfer of one hundred million US dollars at the airport.

He finally understood what kind of super battleship he had boarded.

This is not some Asian startup at all; it is a terrifying technological behemoth about to break free of its cage and devour the entire Wall Street and Silicon Valley!

"Yes, absolutely!"

Peter was so excited he almost cried. He turned to the fifty-two stunned Dutch team members and roared:

"Guys, what are you waiting for? Bring in our precious machine! This place is an engineer's paradise! Even if we don't sleep tonight, we'd better get the base up and running!"

Two down-on-their-luck teams, abandoned by global capital, were forcibly brought together by Lin Yao's unreasonable and powerful financial resources, instantly unleashing a devastating chemical reaction.

The entire laboratory immediately descended into a frenzied state of burning the midnight oil.

Just as this group of tech fanatics were preparing to fight to the death.

"drop--"

The laboratory doors slid open again, revealing Lin Yao wearing an extremely ordinary white cotton T-shirt, loose casual pants, and flip-flops.

Holding a steaming paper bowl, with a few curry fish balls skewered on a bamboo stick, he strolled in slowly, chewing as he did so.

Chingmy Yau followed obediently behind, carrying a heavy black canvas bag.

"Oh, you're chatting already? Looks like the atmosphere is quite pleasant."

Lin Yao swallowed the fish ball in his mouth, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at the bustling crowd in the room.

"Boss!"

Lu Qiu quickly went to greet him, and pulled Peter over as well.

"Boss, this is Mr. Peter, the CEO of ASML. These Dutch guys have just seen our EDA architecture, and they are completely convinced."

Peter stared at the young man dressed like a street urchin, eating fish balls from a roadside stall, and his brain went blank for three seconds.

This is the same super-capital tyrant who casually spent $100 million to buy their company and boasted that he would use $5 billion to buy out Philips' supply chain.

The contrast is too great! He looks like a college student who just got out of school!

"You're Peter?"

Lin Yao looked Peter up and down, glancing at his wrinkled old trench coat with a disdainful sneer.

"Old Chen is really something. He brought you all over the place, but he didn't even bother to get you some decent clothes. You're dressed like refugees. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Yaosheng Capital was abusing its employees."

Lin Yao turned his head and snapped his fingers at Qiu Shuyi.

"Shuyi, give the welcome gifts to these new foreign brothers."

"Okay, boss."

Chingmy Yau smiled gently and opened the huge black canvas bag in her hand.

"Splash!"

A series of crisp clinking sounds rang out, and Qiu Shuyi took out one solid gold Rolex after another from her bag, each gleaming with luxurious light.

Fifty-two pieces in total, like cabbages, were stuffed into the hands of the group of Dutch engineers one by one.

That wasn't all. After handing out the Rolexes, Chingmy Yau took out stacks of neatly bundled HK$1,000 cash from the bottom of her bag, giving each person a stack of HK$100,000 in cash.

The entire room fell silent. Not only were the Dutchmen dumbfounded, but Lu Qiu and the Chinese engineers who had returned from Silicon Valley were also stunned.

"This...this is..."

Peter held a heavy gold Rolex and 100,000 dollars in cash in his hands, his hands trembling wildly.

"A small gift to mark our meeting, please don't think it's too little."

Lin Yao finished the last fish ball, casually tossed the paper bowl into the trash can, and said nonchalantly, "That watch is for you to tell the time and remind you not to forget to leave work. As for the cash, it's pocket money for you to buy daily necessities."

Lin Yao walked up to Peter, patted his stiff shoulder, and his aura of a wealthy tycoon instantly enveloped the entire room.

"Once you're in Hong Kong, you're one of Lin Yao's people."

"Don't talk to me about budgets or financial difficulties here. At Yaosheng Technology, the word 'funding' doesn't exist."

"The only thing you need to consider is how to manufacture the most advanced chip in the world as quickly as possible!"

"If we can't spend all the money, we'll hold you responsible. Do you understand?!"

boom!

These extremely domineering and rude remarks, which showed a complete disregard for money, shattered the defenses of these Dutch foreigners.

In Europe, they beg and plead for sponsorship; here, the boss gets angry because he's afraid they won't spend all the money.

"God... I love Hong Kong, I love Yaosheng Capital!"

A young Dutch engineer got so excited that he threw the wrench he was holding onto the ceiling and roared to the sky in broken Chinese.

Peter's eyes were red, and he gripped the Rolex tightly, his gaze towards Lin Yao now filled with devout fervor.

"Don't worry, boss. As long as the funding keeps coming in, even if we have to sell our souls to the devil, we'll build the first lithography machine for you within a month!"

"That's right."

Lin Yao stretched and yawned with satisfaction.

"Alright, you guys keep working on your machines. I'm going back to take a nap. I've been exhausted these past few days trying to spend money on you guys."

Lin Yao, accompanied by Qiu Shuyi and protected by the savage dog, swaggered out of the laboratory, leaving behind a room full of tech fanatics who were in a frenzy, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The life of the wealthy is truly simple and unpretentious. I wonder how those college students in mainland China who draw blueprints are doing these days?

If they're too slow, how will this epic film featuring the Three Pure Ones start filming on time?