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

Manhattan, New York, USA.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wall Street is at its busiest and most money-smelling time of day.

Countless financial elites, dressed in custom Armani suits and silk ties, hurried along this narrow street that controls the lifeline of the global economy, carrying Starbucks paper cups in their hands.

At the Chase Bank global headquarters, in front of the extremely impressive revolving glass door, Richard, the current CEO of Chase Bank, was sitting in a stretched Lincoln, with the driver respectfully opening the car door.

Richard straightened his tie and was about to step towards the door when he suddenly stopped.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Richard frowned and pointed to the steps at the main entrance of the building. Right in the center of the sacred and inviolable bank entrance, there was a huge, extremely rough wooden box, about two meters long and wide.

Icy water continued to seep from the cracks in the wooden crate, mixed with a nauseating dark red liquid, flowing down the marble steps and emitting a strong smell of blood.

A group of Wall Street executives in suits had already gathered around, all covering their noses, their faces full of surprise and uncertainty, and no one dared to step forward.

"Security guards, what are you doing? Who allowed this garbage to pile up in front of headquarters? Get it out of here right now!"

Richard flew into a rage and shouted at him.

Several armed security personnel rushed over, took out crowbars, and prepared to forcibly dismantle and move the foul-smelling wooden crate.

"Creak—"

With a sickening cracking sound, the heavy lid of the box was forcefully pried open by the security guard.

next second.

"vomit--!!!"

The burly white security guard at the front glanced inside, his eyes widened instantly, and he immediately knelt on the ground, vomiting up his breakfast along with bile.

"Oh, my God!"

"Fuck, what's that? A dead person, a dead person!"

The Wall Street elites who were watching nearby burst into a series of extremely shrill screams after seeing what was inside the box. Their previously high and mighty demeanor vanished, and they all retreated frantically like startled ducks.

Richard, suppressing the churning in his stomach, leaned forward. After just one glance, the bank president, a seasoned veteran of the business world, nearly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

The huge wooden crate was filled with melting industrial ice.

In the middle of the ice block, six burly white men, covered in blood and with their limbs twisted at bizarre angles, were huddled together.

Their joints had been completely shattered with extreme violence, leaving them like a pile of mangled rag dolls, limp and lifeless in the icy water.

What's most chilling is that all six of them were still breathing faintly, and the one in the lead was none other than a retired CIA ace agent, the captain codenamed Ghost.

The ghost was deathly pale, frost clinging to his eyebrows. He struggled to open one eye, peering at the Los Angeles sky, and uttered a hoarse, leaky groan: "Devil... Asia... There's a devil..."

On the chest of the ghost's tattered night clothes, a pure black card was firmly nailed with an extremely sharp military knife.

Richard reached out with trembling hands and pulled off the card. On the card, in extremely flamboyant dark gold cursive English, was written a short sentence.

[Wall Street's garbage will be returned to you as it is. Next time you dare to reach out, your heads will be in the box. — Lin Yao, Yaosheng Capital.]

"boom!"

Richard felt as if a bomb had exploded in his brain. Yaosheng Capital, the Hong Kong tycoon that had just forcibly swallowed Black Gold Capital in the financial market and caused a ruckus in Hollywood.

Just yesterday, several Wall Street giants jointly funded and secretly dispatched this world-class corporate spy team to Hong Kong to gather intelligence.

As a result, less than 24 hours later, this elite team was smashed to pieces, stuffed into a refrigerator like seafood, and airdropped directly to his front door.

That's outrageous! They're practically rubbing the face of the entire Wall Street community in the dirt!

"A madman...this guy is an absolute warlord madman!"

Richard clutched the black card, trembling like a leaf.

He suddenly realized that he and his group of financial tycoons, who were used to typing on keyboards and killing people with numbers, had this time provoked a barbaric tyrant who had no sense of martial ethics and controlled an extremely terrifying private armed force.

"Quickly, notify the board of directors, suppress the news, and call an ambulance!"

Richard roared hysterically. On this bloody morning, the entire upper echelons of Wall Street were utterly terrified by Lin Yao's barbaric and extremely violent intimidation tactics.

They finally realized that any underhanded physical means against this out-of-town power entrenched in Hong Kong would be suicidal; from now on, the only way to prove themselves was through the business world.

Just as Wall Street was gripped by extreme panic over a wooden crate.

On the other side of the world, in Hong Kong, the rising sun casts its warm rays upon the Yiu Shing Estate atop Victoria Peak.

Lin Yao, dressed in a loose white Tai Chi uniform, was slowly practicing a set of health-preserving Tai Chi with Master Lin Zheng on the lawn of the manor.

Since settling things in Hollywood and the mountains in mainland China, Lin Yao has deliberately slowed down his pace of life these past few days.

The money has become so abundant that it's impossible to count, and the industrial layout has been fully rolled out. As the mastermind behind the scenes, all he needs to do now is quietly wait for those seeds to take root and sprout.

"Boss, Tai Chi emphasizes a calm and peaceful mind, with your spirit following your actions. Your move, White Crane Spreads Wings, is a bit too aggressive."

Master Lin Zheng stroked his beard and smiled as he gave pointers.

"I'm used to it. I've been ripping off a lot of foreigners these past few days, and I can't stop."

Lin Yao casually put away his stance and took the hot towel that Qiu Shuyi handed him to wipe his face.

Thirteen Sister, dressed in a smart black leather jacket, walked quickly to Lin Yao's side and reported in a low voice, "Yao, the express delivery has been delivered to the entrance of Datong Bank headquarters on time."

"The informant we've planted over there says that several Wall Street bigwigs were so scared they threw up their breakfast and are having an emergency meeting right now."

"It's good that they spit it out. Let them learn a lesson so they won't bother me like flies every day."

Lin Yao walked to the parasol, sat down, and picked up a cup of morning tea.

"How's it going at the New Territories factory? Are the veterans keeping up with the pace?"

"Absolutely not!"

Thirteen Sister patted her chest and guaranteed, "The five hundred brothers are now working in three shifts, their eyes are as wide as copper bells. Let alone spies, not even a female mosquito can fly into the laboratory."

Lin Yao nodded in satisfaction. Just then, the encrypted private phone on the table suddenly started vibrating wildly.

Lin Yao picked up the microphone, and Lu Qiu's extremely hoarse, almost cracking roar immediately came through, along with a chaotic scene of people falling over in the background.

"Boss, come quick, come to the New Territories factory area!!!"

Lu Qiu's voice was so excited that it was incoherent, sounding like he was crying or laughing wildly at the same time.

Lin Yao raised an eyebrow: "What, the machine exploded?"

"It didn't explode, but it lit up! Boss, it lit up!!!"

Lu Qiu went completely mad on the other end of the phone: "The first silicon wafer, it's working! It's perfectly working! Come and see for yourselves! Our brothers... we've made history!"

Upon hearing this, a blazing fire, almost tangible, suddenly erupted in Lin Yao's usually calm eyes.

The first lithography machine has been powered on?

"Get the car ready, let's go to the New Territories."

Lin Yao hung up the phone, and without even changing his clothes, strode towards the garage in his Tai Chi uniform.

Half an hour later, ten bulletproof vehicles sped through the streets like black lightning in the early morning, making their way into the Tai Po Industrial Area in the New Territories and coming to a steady stop in front of the steel gate of the core laboratory.

Lin Yao pushed open the car door and strode into the cleanroom, which was under the highest level of security.

Upon entering, a strong smell of ozone mixed with the smell of engine oil hits you. The huge single-level apartment, covering thousands of square meters, is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.

Lin Yao looked up and saw a massive metal behemoth, the size of a heavy truck, covered with extremely complex pure copper pipes and various fiber optic cables, standing silently in the very center of the laboratory.

On the body of the behemoth, countless indicator lights were flashing with a ghostly blue light.

The cold air supplied by the liquid nitrogen cooling tower swirled around the machine, forming a thin layer of white mist, giving the machine an endless sense of science fiction and the violent aesthetics of cyberpunk heavy industry.

This is the first stepper lithography machine, which was built in the late 1980s by combining the most advanced hardware in Europe with the most amazing software algorithms from Chinese people, and was created with billions of dollars!

In front of the control panel of this machine, Lu Qiu, the former Silicon Valley genius, now had his hair in a mess and his eyes bloodshot.

ASML's CEO, Peter, even lost a shoe while running, and his white coat was covered in oil stains.

Fifty-two Chinese engineers and fifty-two Dutch scientists—this group of 104 top-notch scientific enthusiasts—were all staring intently at the screen of a high-resolution electron microscope, like idiots.

Many people's shoulders were trembling violently, and tears silently slid down their oil-stained cheeks.

"Lu Qiu".

Lin Yao walked to the control panel, his voice steady and powerful, "Report the results."

Upon hearing Lin Yao's voice, Lu Qiu turned around abruptly. His knees buckled, and he knelt down in front of Lin Yao with a thud, clinging tightly to Lin Yao's legs and wailing loudly.

"Boss, we did it...we really did it!!!"

Lu Qiu cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice, pointing at the screen of the electron microscope.

"This machine, combined with our EDA architecture... successfully etched a perfect circuit diagram onto the first eight-inch silicon wafer!"

Lu Qiu, trembling, held up a newly printed data testing report, his voice hoarse and almost torn: "No light leakage, no blurry edges, the precision has reached an astonishing 0.8 micrometers!"

boom!

0.8 micrometers, in 1987, when major semiconductor giants were still struggling with 1.5-micrometer technology and even regarded 1 micrometer as an insurmountable barrier.

Yaosheng Technology's Evangelion Unit 1 has defied Moore's Law, pushing the manufacturing process to a terrifying 800-nanometer level.

What does this mean?

This means that if Yaosheng Technology wanted to, they could immediately design and mass-produce a super chip whose performance would surpass that of Intel and Toshiba, which were a whole generation ahead of them at the time.

This is a true dimensional reduction and crushing victory, a god-level breakthrough capable of causing a magnitude 10 earthquake in Silicon Valley!

"My God... this is magic, this is definitely dark magic from the East!"

Peter slumped to the floor, staring at the exquisitely detailed microcircuits on the screen, which resembled works of art, muttering to himself incessantly.

"Once this machine is released, the entire semiconductor industry in Europe and the United States will have to become our contract manufacturers, and the throne of world technology will change hands!"

Lin Yao looked down at the extremely complex patterns on the screen. In this slow and tedious morning, it was undoubtedly the most beautiful note he had ever heard.

"Why are you crying? Stand up."

Lin Yao pulled Lu Qiu up from the ground, patted the dust off his shoulders, and his domineering aura suddenly erupted from Lin Yao.

"0.8 micrometers, is that impressive? This is just the beginning!"

Lin Yao pointed at the steel behemoth emitting white mist and loudly announced, "Pass on my orders!"

"Today, every engineer in the lab will receive an extra one million US dollars in cash, a three-day holiday, and the freedom to do whatever they want at the top nightclubs and five-star hotels in Hong Kong. All the bills will be on my, Lin Yao's, head."

"Three days from now, you all get back here and keep fighting to the death!"

Lin Yao's eyes burned like the blazing sun: "We have the hardware. Next, we'll use this machine to design the world's first groundbreaking super processor for me."

"Don't those Wall Street rats think we're nouveau riche? Well, I'm going to use the chips etched by this machine to smash their Nasdaq trading board!"