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

Silicon Valley, California, USA.

As the absolute heart of the global semiconductor and information technology industry, this place is home to the most cutting-edge technological minds of humankind in this era, and also to unrivaled super-tech giants like Intel, IBM, and Texas Instruments.

Intel's global headquarters building, top floor president's office.

The current leader, Andy, a white old man known for his iron-fisted methods and extreme arrogance, was sitting in a huge leather office chair, toying with a brand-new 80386 processor chip that had just rolled off the production line.

"A magnificent achievement of industrial technology, the pinnacle of 1.5-micron manufacturing processes..."

Andy took a deep drag on his cigar, staring at the small chip in his hand, his eyes filled with fanaticism and arrogance.

"With this chip, the instruction set standards of the entire PC market will forever be trampled underfoot by Intel. Those Japanese manufacturers and Europeans will only be fit to follow in our footsteps and eat our dust!"

"Bang!"

Just as Andy was basking in his own self-admiration, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and his chief executive assistant, covered in sweat and clutching a pure black card with gold trim, rushed in without even knocking.

"Mr. President, something...something terrible has happened!"

The assistant's voice was trembling, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

"The front desk just received an urgent international transoceanic express shipment. It's from Yaosheng Capital in Hong Kong."

"Yaosheng Capital?"

Andy frowned slightly and put down the chip in his hand. As someone in the top circles of Wall Street, he had certainly heard of this name.

Just a few days ago, this Asian conglomerate, which suddenly appeared out of nowhere, used billions of dollars in cash flow to strangle the black money capital of Wall Street, and even swallowed up Hollywood's Universal Lionsgate.

"Why would an Asian nouveau riche who's involved in financial speculation and filmmaking send me a package?"

Andy sneered and took the pure black card.

"Does he want to invest in Intel? Tell him we don't need money, and we don't need Asian dirty money."

"No...it's not a letter of intent..."

The assistant swallowed hard, pointing at the card, "You...you see for yourself, this is practically a declaration of war!"

Andy suspiciously opened the exquisitely crafted black and gold card. The contents of the card were printed in extremely arrogant English cursive script. There were only a few lines of text, but every word was piercing.

[To Mr. Andy, President of Intel:]

I've heard that your company recently produced a crappy 1.5-micron chip, and you're quite proud of it.

[To show you what true modern industry looks like, our company, Yaosheng Technology, successfully lit up the first lithography machine yesterday and successfully etched the first silicon wafer using a 0.8-micron process.]

Three days later, at the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong, Yaosheng Technology will host its global summit, showcasing its 0.8-micron technology achievements and announcing the birth of a brand-new instruction set architecture.

[This letter is to formally invite you to come and observe our work. If you do not come, I will assume that Intel has admitted its technological backwardness and is voluntarily withdrawing from the competition for future semiconductor dominance.]

[—Lin Yao, Chairman of Yaosheng Capital.]

"boom!!!"

The moment Andy finished reading the invitation, it felt as if a nuclear bomb had exploded in his mind.

"Fuck!!!"

This tech giant, known for his composure, completely lost his composure at this moment. He stood up abruptly like a mad lion, tearing the valuable black and gold invitation into pieces with both hands and slamming them to the ground.

"0.8 micrometers to etch an 800-nanometer circuit pattern on a silicon wafer? How is that even possible?!"

Andy roared hysterically, spitting all over his assistant's face.

"This is absolutely a scam, a century-old lie fabricated by an Asian country bumpkin. Even our top-tier labs at Intel haven't even touched the 1-micron barrier yet."

"How can Hong Kong, a cultural desert known only for gangsters and videotapes, possibly produce something as small as 0.8 micrometers? How?!"

"Mr. President, please don't be angry..."

The assistant wiped the cold sweat from his face and said cautiously.

"It's not just us who received it. As far as I know, just half an hour ago, the president of IBM, the chairman of Texas Instruments, and even the president of Toshiba in Japan... all received the exact same invitation."

What? A mass declaration of war?

Andy's pupils contracted sharply. If it had only been sent to Intel, he could have simply dismissed it as a prank by a lunatic.

But Lin Yao actually sent this extremely arrogant invitation to all the super giants in the global semiconductor industry?

What does this mean? It means that this Asian man named Lin Yao is about to set up a bloody trap in front of the world's technological superpowers.

"Has he gone mad? Does he realize that after luring so many tech giants to Hong Kong, he'll face international sanctions and bans if he can't produce a genuine 0.8-micron chip?"

Andy gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with suspicion and uncertainty. No one would joke about something like this, because if it were exposed, Yaosheng Capital would be disgraced internationally.

Could it be... that they really achieved 0.8 micrometers?

The thought of this possibility sent a chill down Andy's spine, and an extremely strong sense of crisis instantly swept over his entire body.

If this is true, then Intel's newly developed 1.5-micron production line, which it just invested billions of dollars in, will instantly become a pile of scrap metal, and the pride of Silicon Valley will be trampled underfoot by a Hong Konger.

"A backup special plane!"

Andy kicked over the boss's chair next to him and roared with bloodshot eyes, "Notify the chief technology officer to bring our top-of-the-line testing equipment and fly with me to Hong Kong."

"I want to see for myself whether this yellow-skinned monkey named Lin Yao truly possesses extraordinary abilities or is just faking it!"

The same roar echoed throughout IBM headquarters, Texas Instruments headquarters, and the president's office at Toshiba in Japan on this day.

The global giants, who were originally arrogant and dismissive of Asian technology, could no longer sit still in the face of these extremely arrogant mass invitations.

Countless private jets and charter flights simultaneously applied for international routes to Hong Kong, and a super storm destined to be recorded in the annals of human technological history was frantically converging on Hong Kong.

Meanwhile, in the inland region of Sichuan Province, far from the center of the international storm, at the construction site of the Maoshan Celestial Master's Mansion on Yuntai Peak.

The rhythm here, however, is an extremely hardcore infrastructure rhapsody, full of sweat and wisdom.

"Boom!"

Several heavy bulldozers were working frantically on the hillside, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Stop, stop, stop! Turn off that excavator!"

Li Qiang, a senior student, was wearing a red safety helmet and holding a megaphone rolled up like a large horn. He stood next to a newly poured concrete base and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Holding a large engineering drawing over a meter long, densely covered with various stress analysis parameters, he pointed at a local contractor with a fierce face and launched into a tirade.

"How many times have I told you? The load-bearing hidden pillars of this Sanqing main hall must be moved 3.5 millimeters to the left, strictly according to the coordinates on the blueprints. Don't you understand 3.5 millimeters?"

Li Qiang's eyes widened in surprise.

"You workers took the easy way out and just estimated the damage by eye."

"If there were tens of thousands of tons of timber structure on top of this, and the stress points were to become unbalanced, the earthquake resistance level of the entire hall would drop from level eight to level six. If someone died, who would be responsible?"

The contractor felt embarrassed when a young, inexperienced boy who hadn't even graduated yet was scolded in front of hundreds of workers.

He wiped the sweat from his face and muttered, "Hey, Engineer Li, that's good enough. When we build houses, a difference of one or two centimeters is no big deal."

"3.5 millimeters, that's only the size of a hair. Who can see that accurately? Besides, the wind is so strong on the mountaintop, it's normal for it to miss a little."

"Normal my foot!"

Li Qiang slammed the blueprints in his hand onto the contractor's chest. They were the result of a month of hard work, and he had almost urinated blood. How could he tolerate anyone desecrating them in the slightest?

"I calculated the shear force data in the school's computer lab using a top-of-the-line IBM workstation, and you're telling me 'about right' is acceptable?"

"In my eyes, data is life, and precision is the bottom line. There's no such thing as 'close enough,' only absolute precision!"

Pointing to the misaligned base, Li Qiang decisively ordered, "Smash it, redo it, rebuild it! You won't be paid for today until the precision reaches the millimeter level specified on the blueprints!"

Hearing this, the contractor was completely speechless and could only grimace as he ordered the workers to take sledgehammers and smash it.

Not far away, the elderly Mediterranean professor watched this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

These students, stimulated by millions of dollars and honed by real-world engineering projects, have completely shed their naiveté from the ivory tower and transformed into truly capable infrastructure whizzes.

Just then.

"Ouch...ouch my back..."

A piercing scream came from the other end of the construction site. A burly man, covered in mud and exhausted like a dead dog, was struggling to crawl up the scaffolding, carrying two baskets of red bricks weighing over 100 pounds each.

This man was none other than Big D, the once invincible leader of the Wo Luen Shing Tsuen Wan branch in Hong Kong!

Big D's current appearance can only be described as utterly horrific.

He was wearing a very conspicuous yellow hard hat, the edge of which had been welded shut with several steel wires, firmly wedged into his chin, making it impossible to remove.

This was a special treatment that Lin Yao specifically instructed.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for? We still need 300 bricks to go for the 1,000 we ordered this morning. If we don't finish, we won't get lunch!"

Beside him, a Hung Hing henchman dressed in a black suit and holding a rubber baton ruthlessly slapped Big D on the buttocks.

The former rival triad boss is now working as a laborer in my hands. This Hung Hing underling is supervising him so diligently that he's practically using Big D like a donkey in a production team.

"I'll choose... I'll choose, okay...?"

Big D was on the verge of tears, his legs trembling as he walked while cursing Lin Yao in his mind.

He never dreamed in his life that he, a powerful underworld boss, would one day be exiled to the remote mountains of the mainland to build a Taoist temple for a group of college students.

What the hell is going on? Lin Yao, that devil, you might as well just shoot me dead!

"Big D, we're running out of cement over there. Hurry up and bring two bags up!"

Then the foreman's roar came from above.

"Here it comes..."

Big D swallowed a mouthful of bitter tears and could only obediently turn around to carry cement.

Under the absolute force of Yaosheng Capital, his once-proud gang ruthlessness has been worn down to nothing by the bricks and cement in the 30-degree heat.

……

At dusk, at the Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong.

As the most luxurious five-star hotel in Hong Kong, the Peninsula Hotel has its security level raised to an unprecedented presidential level tonight.

On the surrounding streets, hundreds of police cars stood ready, while inside the hotel, hundreds of veteran security guards dressed in black suits and equipped with live ammunition completely sealed off the entire top-floor banquet hall like an iron barrel!

Inside the grand banquet hall, brightly lit, a magnificent bulletproof glass display case stood in the center of the stage, covered with a piece of red silk.

Lin Yao, dressed in a perfectly tailored haute couture evening gown, stood in the VIP box on the second floor, holding a glass of champagne, looking down at the lobby on the first floor.

"Boss."

Chen Zheng strode into the private room, pushed up his glasses, and suppressed the excitement in his voice.

"News has come from the airport: Intel's President Andy, IBM's Asia-Pacific head, Toshiba's president..."

"The private jets of all ten of the world's top semiconductor giants have landed at Kai Tak Airport!"

"These foreign geezers who are usually so arrogant are really desperate this time. They came straight to our hotel from the airport."

Lin Yao downed the champagne in one gulp, his deep eyes reflecting the dazzling crystal lights of the banquet hall, making him appear like a god who controlled thunder and lightning.

"It's right to get angry. If you're not in a hurry, how can you enjoy the show?"

Lin Yao straightened his cuffs, a devilishly cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Open the doors to welcome our distinguished guests. Tonight, on this stage, I will crush the backbone of these tech giants, inch by inch!"