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

The Peninsula Hotel's second-floor grand ballroom was deathly silent.

The enormous crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, but it couldn't warm the hearts of these Western tech giants who felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

"Pat...pat..."

The only sound in the entire hall at that moment was the faint thud of cold sweat dripping onto the expensive Persian carpet.

Watanabe, the pride of Japan's semiconductor industry and president of Toshiba, was lying sprawled on the ground. Several Japanese engineers beside him were pale with fright and frantically pinching his philtrum.

"President, President, please wake up! You can't die here!"

"Cough cough... Baka..."

Watanabe coughed twice and opened his eyes with difficulty. When his gaze fell once more on the 0.8-micron silicon wafer shimmering with iridescent light inside the bulletproof glass case, the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely crushed.

As one of the industry's top experts, he understands better than anyone what those perfect nanoscale etched lines under the microscope mean.

That was a divine realm that even Japan, with its entire national resources, countless billions of yen, and thousands of top experts working themselves to the bone in laboratories, couldn't even scratch the surface of.

Now, however, it was casually tossed in front of them by a young, nouveau riche from Hong Kong, like a toy.

"It's over... Our semiconductor hegemony has been utterly shattered..."

Watanabe collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, uttering desperate murmurs like a lost dog.

On the other side of the booth, Intel's global president, Andy, was in no better shape than Watanabe.

This white old man, who once held sway in Silicon Valley and whose mere cough could send the Nasdaq index trembling, was now sitting slumped on the floor, utterly undignified.

His expensive bespoke suit was wrinkled from the violent struggle, and his once meticulously combed blond hair now looked like a bird's nest on his head.

Andy's eyes bulged out, filled with terrifyingly red blood vessels, as if they might fall out of their sockets at any moment.

"Why...why did this happen..."

Andy's throat emitted an extremely hoarse, terrifying sound, like sandpaper scraping, as his brain raced frantically, trying to calculate just how devastating this tiny silicon wafer would be to Intel.

It's impossible to calculate, it's simply impossible to calculate, because this is a complete and utter dimensional reduction and crushing defeat.

Intel has just gone on a global debt spree, investing tens of billions of dollars to build its proud 1.5-micron wafer foundry.

Those production lines hadn't even been fully operational yet, and hadn't even had a chance to reap profits from around the world.

But now, Yaosheng Technology has directly developed a 0.8-micron chip, and has bypassed their proud X86 patent barrier to create a completely new, extremely streamlined and efficient underlying architecture.

This means that Intel's multi-billion dollar production line was transformed into a pile of industrial waste, less than scrap metal, in just a few minutes tonight.

Not only will they not earn a single penny, but the enormous debt could even drag this behemoth into bankruptcy overnight!

"Gulp."

Someone, gripped the air with extreme fear, swallowing hard. The sound was particularly jarring in the silent hall.

Lin Yao remained seated confidently in the mahogany armchair, neither speaking nor offering any sarcastic remarks.

The most extreme torture for these arrogant Western hegemons is to let them soak in the abyss of despair a little longer, to let them savor the feeling of having their proud capital trampled underfoot.

Five minutes passed before Lin Yao finally moved. He handed the purple clay teapot to Qiu Shuyi next to him and then slowly stood up.

The pure white casual clothes looked so casual and relaxed under the lights, but when worn by him, they exuded a terrifying sense of oppression that made everyone want to kneel down and submit.

Lin Yao strode slowly and steadily toward Andy, who was slumped on the ground.

He looked down at the Silicon Valley tycoon, a cold, devilish smile playing on his lips.

"President Andy, the floor is cold. Would you like me to have someone get you a mat?"

Lin Yao's voice was extremely flat, without any discernible emotional fluctuation.

"Or is it that you Silicon Valley elites usually like to look up to our Asian technological achievements in this way?"

These words were like a resounding slap across Andy's old face.

"you……"

Andy gritted his teeth and, with the help of two bodyguards, struggled to his feet. His legs were still trembling uncontrollably, but in order to maintain that last shred of white dignity, he forced himself to straighten his back.

"Lin Yao, don't get too cocky!"

Andy stared intently at Lin Yao, as if grasping at a lifeline, and suddenly began to shout at the top of his lungs, "Yes, I admit, your manufacturing process is indeed superior to ours, you've won in terms of hardware!"

"But so what?!"

Andy's eyes flashed with a frenzied light, like a trapped beast struggling for its life. He pointed at the silicon wafer and roared madly.

"The semiconductor industry has never been about hardware specifications alone; it relies on the software ecosystem, which is the invincible moat that Intel and Microsoft have built over decades."

"Even if your chip has superior performance, it uses a completely new instruction set that has never been seen before. It is simply incompatible with any mainstream operating system currently on the market, and no software can run on your chip!"

Andy became more and more confident as he spoke, and even started gesturing wildly with excitement.

"A super chip without software support is like an extremely expensive rock. Even if you could mass-produce it, no consumer would buy it; you simply couldn't sell a single one!"

Upon hearing Andy's rebuttal, the IBM representative standing nearby and Watanabe, the Toshiba president who had just woken up, also had a sudden burst of ecstatic light in their eyes.

Yes, ecological barriers. How could they forget this? In the PC era, hardware without a software ecosystem was just a lone wolf.

"Mr. Andy is right!"

Watanabe jumped up as if he had been injected with chicken blood, pointed at Lin Yao and laughed loudly.

"Boss Lin, you're too naive. You think you can dominate the world just by developing some hardware? Your Loongson instruction set is nothing but a soulless orphan."

"If we join forces and block your software compatibility channels, your 0.8-micron production line will only produce a pile of unsellable industrial waste!"

Faced with the renewed confidence of these foreign giants, and their hysterical threats and warnings of a ban.

Lin Yao did not refute. He simply turned his head to look at Chen Zheng and Lu Qiu standing behind him and sighed helplessly.

"Old Chen, didn't I say before that the brains of these foreigners are often no different from those of single-celled organisms?"

"They always like to use their pitiful understanding to measure things they can't comprehend at all."

Lin Yao shook his head, his eyes filled with endless pity.

Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a highly professional, mocking smile playing on his lips: "The boss is right. In the face of absolute cash flow, the so-called ecological barriers are nothing more than paper fences."

Lin Yao turned his head back to look at Andy and Watanabe, who were both stunned. He stretched out a finger and gently shook it.

"Software ecosystem, compatibility, no developers?"

Lin Yao spoke each word clearly and deliberately, his voice like a morning bell, striking the very depths of everyone's soul.

"Have you all forgotten what I, Lin, actually started out doing?"

"I'm in finance. I have over 30 billion US dollars in current cash flow, and that's without even including the eight major Hollywood studios and the Australian iron ore mines I just acquired."

Lin Yao suddenly took a step forward, and his overwhelming domineering aura, like that of an ancient ferocious beast, instantly forced Andy and the others to retreat.

"No one is developing software for me, no one is adapting my instruction set system?"

Lin Yao burst into arrogant laughter, the sound echoing deafeningly in the hall.

"Then I'll just throw money at it and use US dollars to build an invincible ecological empire."

"Starting tomorrow, Yaosheng Capital will establish a $10 billion Loongson developer super fund globally. Listen carefully, it's $10 billion in pure cash."

"Any software company or programmer in the world that adapts their software to our Loongson underlying architecture will receive US dollars per line of code, the highest bonuses in the world."

Lin Yao pointed at Andy's nose, his eyes filled with extreme rage: "With such a generous reward, there will surely be brave men. Do you believe that, under the temptation of this 10 billion US dollars, within three months, the world's top programmers will pounce on my camp like mad dogs?"

"Your prized Microsoft ecosystem will be torn to shreds by these bloodthirsty developers!"

boom!!!

Andy, Watanabe, IBM representatives...

The moment all the foreign executives present heard the words "10 billion US dollar ecosystem fund," they were stunned, completely dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

Is it possible for a carbon-based organism to use 10 billion US dollars to give bonuses and subsidies to programmers?

This is absolutely outrageous! Using a money-printing machine to forcibly dismantle all business rules and technological barriers!

In the late 1980s, $10 billion in cash was enough to buy all the world's top software companies and then sell them several times over!

If you had that much money to throw around, let alone developing an operating system, you could even have programmers sculpt a masterpiece like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" on a chip by staying up all night.

At this moment, Andy's last line of defense completely and utterly collapsed.

He was completely limp, and if it weren't for the bodyguards holding him up tightly, he would have already been prostrate on the ground kowtowing to Lin Yao.

This is a true, despair-inducing attack—a dimensional reduction strike.

They crush you in terms of hardware, and then use a cash flow larger than your entire company's market value to forcibly buy out a completely new software ecosystem.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin..."

Andy's tears and snot instantly streamed down his face. The way he looked at Lin Yao had completely transformed into looking at an invincible god.

He knew that Intel was finished, Silicon Valley was finished. They had no power to fight back against such a tyrant who had no morals, possessed nuclear-level technology and endless cash flow.

"We...we, Intel, are willing to concede..."

Andy lowered his proud white head with great difficulty and humiliation, his voice choked with sobs.

"Please, Boss Lin, give us a way out. We're willing to pay to buy your instruction set license, or we'll step down to a less demanding role..."

"Give up, and you're out of options?"

Looking at the group of tech giants before him, who resembled defeated roosters, Lin Yao's sneer grew even more cruel.

He snapped his fingers at Chen Zheng, who immediately stepped forward, pulled out more than a dozen thick documents from his briefcase, and slapped them across the faces of Andy, Watanabe, and the others.

"I called you all this way not to hear you admit defeat."

Lin Yao turned around, walked back to the armchair, sat down, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked down at the world with an arrogant gaze.

"Take a look at the contract in your hands. This is a global OEM licensing agreement for Yaosheng Technology."

Lin Yao's voice fell heavily, like a gavel proclaiming a death sentence.

"Those outdated production lines you have are just going to turn into scrap metal anyway, so you might as well put them to good use."

"Starting today, all semiconductor manufacturing plants of Intel, Toshiba, and IBM will be renamed as affiliated foundries of Yaosheng Technology."

"You are not qualified to conduct research and development, and you are not qualified to use your own brand. You can only use the blueprints that are two generations behind us, and work like a bunch of laborers, day and night on the assembly line to manufacture low-end chips for Yaosheng Technology."

"Agreed, you can still barely survive and earn a meager living."

Lin Yao's eyes turned cold, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

"If you disagree, then I'll start dumping our 0.8-micron high-end chips globally tomorrow at ten times the cost price."

"I guarantee that within six months, I'll have you all lined up to jump off the Nasdaq building!"

To allow Intel and Toshiba to provide modern factories for Chinese companies is an insane insult and an extreme act of crushing them!

Throughout the banquet hall, these giants who once controlled the lifeline of the world's technology held the humiliating OEM contract. Under Lin Yao's terrifying, almost tangible pressure, they trembled all over, unable to utter a single word of protest.

On this night, Lin Yao forcibly opened the curtain on an era of Eastern technological hegemony in the bloodiest and most violent way.