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

The Peninsula Hotel, second-floor banquet hall.

The air was filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, a tragic atmosphere that seemed to utterly crush even the soul.

"Swish...swish..."

In the quiet hall, only the sound of a pen scratching across paper could be heard.

The sound might have sounded elegant under normal circumstances, but to these global tech giants, it was more grating than the grinding teeth of a demon in hell.

Intel CEO Andy's right hand, usually so steady as it's used to sign multi-billion dollar deals, was trembling as if he had a level 10 Parkinson's disease.

He gripped the Montblanc pen tightly, the nib lingering for a full minute at the signature of the global OEM licensing agreement, unable to bring himself to write it down.

Once the contract was signed, Intel, the former uncrowned king of semiconductors, was completely reduced to a low-end contract manufacturer for Yaosheng Technology, transforming from a high-ranking player into a laborer working for someone else.

But what if we don't sign?

With the 0.8-micron chip in Lin Yao's hands, which could deliver a devastating blow, coupled with his bottomless cash flow, he could absolutely wipe out Intel's global market share within three months, leaving them without even the right to be a dog.

"Mr. Andy, my patience is limited."

Lin Yao sat in the armchair, picked up the purple clay teapot, and slowly sipped his tea, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"If you haven't finished signing this contract by the time the tea gets cold, then this contract is void, and you can go back and prepare the bankruptcy liquidation documents."

This statement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"I'll sign...I'll sign!"

Andy was overcome with tears, his deep blue eyes filled with humiliation and despair.

He gritted his teeth, as if using the last bit of strength in his body, and heavily signed his name on that humiliating and overbearing clause, affixing Intel's global official seal.

With Andy leading the way, Toshiba President Watanabe and the IBM representative no longer had the courage to resist.

They were like a group of defeated prisoners, lining up and trembling as they signed their names on the OEM contracts.

Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, a highly professional fake smile playing on his lips, and carefully put these documents, which could change the global industrial landscape, into his briefcase and locked them away.

"Gentlemen CEOs, it's a pleasure working with you."

Chen Zheng patted his briefcase and smiled, "According to the contract, Yaosheng Technology will send you the first batch of low-end chip manufacturing drawings on the first of next month."

"Please make sure the production line is running at full capacity. If the delivery date is delayed, the penalty will be astronomical."

This is the epitome of killing someone by destroying their spirit!

Andy, Watanabe, and the others were so angry they were trembling and almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but they didn't dare to utter a single harsh word.

"Alright, get out of here."

Lin Yao didn't even bother to stand up and see the guest off; he waved his hand dismissively, like shooing away a fly.

"Go back to work hard. As long as you behave yourselves as factory workers, even a little bit of money I, Lin, make will be enough for you to support your employees."

A group of once-arrogant Western technological giants, looking utterly dejected, helped each other out of the Peninsula Hotel. They left as pathetically as they had come in with such swagger.

Watching their departing figures, Lin Yao stretched out a big yawn, his bones cracking and popping.

"Old Chen, the contract is signed, so the foundry matter is settled. Next up is our 10 billion US dollar Loongson developer ecosystem fund."

Lin Yao turned his head, his expression becoming extremely serious. Since the pace was to be slowed down, the foundation of this kind of infrastructure construction involving the hegemony of the next century had to be built as solid as steel.

"This money absolutely cannot be distributed indiscriminately like sprinkling pepper."

Lin Yao tapped his fingers on the table, his brain racing.

"Go and establish a global geek review committee, and hire the world's top hackers and software engineers as judges with high salaries."

"Send the message through Universal Lionsgate in the US, and have them bombard me with calls to 'GG' (a derogatory term for someone who has successfully developed software based on our Loongson instruction set)..."

Lin Yao sneered: "Basic software, paid per line of code. One line of valid code, I'll give you $100. If you develop usable office software, games, or the underlying logic of an operating system, the bonus starts at ten million US dollars, with no upper limit!"

"hiss--"

Chen Zheng gasped in shock.

"Boss, a hundred dollars per line of code? If those programmers in Silicon Valley knew that, they'd go crazy!"

"That's exactly what I want—for them to go crazy!"

A fanatical light gleamed in Lin Yao's eyes.

"In the end, this world is all about numbers. I want all the geeks in the world to know that writing code for Yaosheng Technology can not only change the world, but also make you rich overnight."

"I'm going to use all this money to build an indestructible software empire for our Loongson chip in the shortest amount of time!"

As it turns out, Lin Yao's grasp of human nature was so precise it was almost outrageous.

Just 48 hours later, when Yaosheng Technology's $10 billion developer bounty was completely ignited through major North American media outlets and underground hacker BBS forums, the entire global software industry was hit by an unprecedented super earthquake.

In a messy male dormitory at MIT, USA.

A white geek with messy hair and a face full of acne was idly refreshing a geek forum on his computer screen while eating a cold pizza.

Suddenly, a bounty post, highlighted in bold and flashing a glaring red light, caught his eye.

[Yaosheng Technology is globally recruiting: Loongson ecosystem developers, with a $10 billion pure cash pool, $100 per line of code, and buyouts of phenomenal applications worth tens of millions of dollars!]

"Fuck, what kind of trashy scammer dares to use a 10 billion dollar gimmick?"

The geek curled his lip in disdain and instinctively wanted to close the webpage, but then he glanced at the poster's verification agency: UBS Global Asset Guarantee Bureau and Universal Lionsgate jointly endorsed it.

The pizza in his hand fell with a thud onto the stained keyboard.

"Oh my god, this isn't a scam...it's real!"

The geek's eyes instantly turned red. He jumped up from his chair as if he had been electrocuted and frantically shook his roommate who was still snoring next to him.

"Jack, wake up! Get up and start coding! Get up and start coding now!"

"There's a super-rich guy in Asia who's gone crazy. He's offering $100 a line of code as long as it's compatible with that Loongson architecture."

"I've never seen money so easy to earn in my entire life! Even if I have to type until my keyboard smokes, I'm going to type out 20,000 lines of code to buy a Ferrari!"

The same scenes are playing out wildly in garages in Silicon Valley, in computer rooms at Stanford University, and in countless clandestine hacker basements around the world.

Executives at software giants like Microsoft and Oracle were alarmed to find that their top programmers, who were usually paid high salaries, had all been working themselves to the bone for the past two days.

But what they were writing wasn't a company project at all; they were secretly studying the Loongson instruction set open-source manual sent from Hong Kong.

There was no way around it; Lin Yao had given just too much—pure US dollars, real gold!

Some extreme programmers even quit their high-paying jobs at Microsoft, locked themselves in their basements, and vowed never to leave the house until they won the $10 million grand prize from Yaosheng Technology.

Under the absolute gravity of money, the software ecosystem moat that Intel and Microsoft had painstakingly built over decades was torn open in less than three days by this group of bloodthirsty global geeks, leaving a bottomless crack.

Meanwhile, Lin Yao, the instigator, had already left the mess in the tech industry to his subordinates to deal with.

At Kai Tak Airport in Hong Kong, a medium-sized private jet is taxiing on the runway, preparing for takeoff.

Inside the cabin, Lin Yao, dressed in an extremely comfortable windbreaker and wearing sunglasses, was looking out the porthole at the gradually shrinking Victoria Harbour.

Chingmy Yau sat obediently to the side, carefully cutting a peeled apple into small pieces.

"With technology, once you've invested enough money and technology, the rest is up to time to develop."

Lin Yao took the apple, took a bite, and leaned back comfortably in the leather seat, full of anticipation for the rest of the trip.

"Now that we have technology, finance, and Hollywood in our hands, it's time to inspect our real-world wonder project. Staying in one place all the time, with such a fast pace, can easily lead to nervous breakdowns."

Sitting opposite him, Wang Sanri rubbed his hands excitedly: "Boss, are you really planning to personally visit Yuntai Peak on this trip to Sichuan?"

"The conditions there are terrible; there isn't even a decent paved road. The last part of the journey requires a bumpy jeep ride!"

"What's there to be afraid of? Although I, Lin, am rich, I'm not the kind of good-for-nothing who can only drink tea in a greenhouse."

Lin Yao raised an eyebrow.

"That's the first absolutely core real set that our Yaosheng Film Industry built. We've poured in a billion yuan, so I have to see with my own eyes whether those infrastructure madmen from the second-tier universities in Guangdong have actually built the skeleton of the Celestial Master's Mansion according to the blueprints."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Boss, you can rest assured. That kid Li Qiang is completely obsessed now. He has the five million yuan personal bonus you awarded him, and instead of squandering it, he wears a hard hat and keeps a close watch on the construction site every day."

"Anyone who dares to tie a single steel bar incorrectly will be cursed at by the authorities, including their ancestors. Yuntai Peak is now practically the headquarters of the world's most hardcore infrastructure construction maniac!"

"That's good. Use this time to kill some time, get some sleep, and wake me up when you land."

Lin Yao pulled down the sunshade, put on his eye mask, and comfortably drifted off to sleep.

Several hours later, the plane landed smoothly at a military-civilian airport in a city in Sichuan Province.

Because Yuntai Peak is located deep in the Shiwan Mountains, it is impossible for airplanes to reach it directly.

Lin Yao and his group transferred to a convoy of ten military-grade explosion-proof off-road vehicles, which had been prepared by the local government, and drove into the vast primeval forest.

The deeper you drive, the more precipitous the surrounding scenery becomes.

The once lush mountain road has been widened into a rough dirt road that can now accommodate three heavy trucks side by side.

Both sides of the road are marked with traces of being forcibly flattened by large bulldozers.

"Boom!"

The off-road convoy bumped along the mountain road for a full three hours before finally turning around a huge ravine and the view ahead opened up dramatically.

"Creak!"

The convoy came to a smooth stop. Lin Yao opened the car door, took off his sunglasses, and looked up at the distant Yuntai Peak.

With just one glance, this super-rich man, who was used to seeing billions of dollars flowing through his pockets, was instantly stunned by the sight before him.

This isn't building a house! This is practically declaring war on nature!

On that extremely steep, towering cliff peak, countless giant tower cranes rose from the ground like a steel forest.

Countless welding lights, flashing with electric sparks, flickered in and out of the clouds halfway up the mountain, like a legendary heavenly palace undergoing a major construction project.

The deafening roar of the huge propellers filled the sky.

A dozen or so military-green heavy transport helicopters, carrying bundles of thick rebar weighing several tons, shuttled back and forth in the valley like giant birds from mythology, precisely airdropping building materials onto the work platform on the mountaintop.

And on that huge winding mountain slope from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.

Thirty thousand shirtless construction workers, like a dark, surging torrent of steel, were frantically pouring water for the bottomless earthquake-resistant foundation, shouting rough chants that shook the valley.

Awe-inspiring and wild!

The terrifying explosive power of China's infrastructure construction frenzy was on full display at this moment, fueled by the frenzied burning of millions of dollars, leaving viewers both dreadful and exhilarated.

"My God... this, this is the film set we paid for?"

Chingmy Yau covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Lin Yao took a deep breath of the air, thick with cement dust, but the smile on his lips grew even more arrogant.

"On set?"

Lin Yao spread his arms wide, facing the fierce wind blowing from the valley, his eyes flashing with extreme ambition.

"Shuyi, broaden your perspective. This isn't some makeshift, run-down movie set."

"This is a true Eastern divine court that can be passed down for thousands of years, truly belonging to us!"