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

Located deep in the mountains of Sichuan, at the Yuntai Peak filming location.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the mountain wind howled, blowing away some of the thick clouds and mist that had been covering the Taiji Bagua Square, revealing the vast and precipitous outline of the cliff.

Under Lin Yao's forceful suppression, the pace of the entire production crew had slowed to an appalling degree.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

Fatty Wang, sitting behind the monitor, suddenly ripped off his headphones, grabbed a megaphone, and roared at the center of the square.

"The movements of this flying zombie are too stiff. What I want is that kind of absolute power, like a force that can uproot mountains and overwhelm the world, and that can send Uncle Nine flying with a single slap."

"What's going on with this guy moving so slowly, like an old man who's had a stroke?"

On the bluestone slabs in the center of the square, there were no extras wearing cheap rubber suits, nor any motion capture actors with green screens.

Instead, there is a massive, fully mechanical flying zombie, five meters tall, covered in extremely realistic bluish-gray silicone artificial skin, with bulging muscles.

This mechanical behemoth is the ultimate physical prop assembled by hundreds of college students from the School of Architecture and Civil Engineering in Guangdong Province with heavy investment from Yaosheng Pictures, using industrial-grade steel frames, hydraulic transmission devices, and diesel engines.

Its veins are filled with high-pressure hydraulic oil, and every breath is accompanied by the deep roar of a diesel engine. The overwhelming heavy industrial aesthetics can almost bring out a person's fear of the deep sea on the spot.

Li Qiang, a senior student, was wearing a red safety helmet and a work vest covered in machine oil. He was holding a thick diagram of the mechanical transmission structure and was sweating profusely as he was inspecting the flying machine.

"Director Wang, please wait ten minutes. It's not a problem with the machine. It's just that the air pressure at the top of the mountain is too low, causing a slight delay in the backflow of the valve on hydraulic pump number three."

Li Qiang wiped the black grease off his face, shouted loudly at Fatty Wang, and then immediately turned to give extremely professional instructions to the students behind him.

"Group Two, immediately disassemble the servo motor at the left arm joint and reduce the meshing gap of the transmission gear by 0.5 millimeters."

"Group Three, go check the diesel engine booster pump in the chassis and increase the output power by another 15%!"

"This is the first time our college has done this kind of precision mechanical motion capture. All the stress analysis and shear force tests were done by us working on the model in the lab all night. We absolutely cannot let things fall apart on set."

These ordinary college students, who usually only draw architectural blueprints in the school's computer lab, have been completely transformed into omnipotent, super-hardcore engineering fanatics by the stimulation of millions of dollars and this Hollywood-level practical project.

What computer CGI effects? In their eyes, those are just intangible pixels!

True shock must be this kind of absolute physical transcendence, where every punch lands squarely, gears mesh, and a single blow can dent a bluestone slab.

"Ouch... Ouch..."

Just as Li Qiang and others were working feverishly to repair the broken machine.

A cart loaded with high-grade diesel fuel and heavy hydraulic oil was pushed with great difficulty from a distant supply point by a burly man wearing a welded-on yellow safety helmet, looking as exhausted as a dead dog.

This man was none other than Big D, the once-powerful figure in Hong Kong who always had dozens of henchmen clearing the way for him when he went out. He was the head of the Tsuen Wan branch of Wo Luen Shing.

At this moment, he was like the most humble repair shop clerk, struggling to carry a bucket of hydraulic oil weighing fifty pounds, his legs trembling as he poured it into the stiff oil tank of the machine.

"Hurry up and pour it out! If even a single drop spills, I'll take away a chicken leg from your lunchbox tonight!"

Beside him, a Hung Hing henchman holding a walkie-talkie arrogantly kicked Big D's butt.

Big D was on the verge of tears, his yellow helmet glaringly bright in the sunlight.

As he carefully poured the oil, he cursed the crazy film crew in his mind.

"A bunch of lunatics, a complete bunch of lunatics! It's just making a movie, and they're building a Gundam on a mountaintop?!"

"I've spent half my life killing people in Hong Kong, and I've never seen such a terrifying lump of iron! What's wrong with Lin Yao, that living devil, that he's got? Why does he have to get his hands on this kind of deadly real thing!"

Big D's mind was screaming wildly, but his body was extremely honest, not daring to even tremble his hands.

In this remote and desolate mountain region, where no one can hear his cries for help, Lin Yao is the only law, and these college students who treat him like a dog are his overseers.

Ten minutes later.

"Director Wang, the hydraulic pump backflow problem is solved, and the output power is now at full capacity!"

Li Qiang crawled out from under the chassis of the mechanical flying zombie, holding up an extremely crude yet cyberpunk-style heavy industrial remote control, and gave a thumbs-up towards the monitor.

"Alright, all departments back in position!"

Wang Pangzi's spirits lifted, and he grabbed the megaphone, roaring, "Uncle Zheng, get ready for the wire work! Cameras, prepare to capture the absolute power of the flying zombie's arm swing! This time, I'm going to film that suffocating feeling of Mount Tai crashing down!"

"Action!!!"

"Boom—Rumble!!!"

As Li Qiang slammed down the lever on the remote control, the five-meter-tall mechanical flying zombie unleashed a furious roar from its diesel engine, like that of an ancient beast.

Thick black smoke billowed from the hidden exhaust pipe on the back of the flying zombie, creating an extremely terrifying atmosphere of hell descending, combined with the surrounding dry ice.

"roar--!"

The mechanical flying zombie's extremely ferocious silicone face contorted with remarkable realism under the control of its internal servo motors.

Its thick right arm, made of pure steel and weighing several tons, swept fiercely towards Uncle Nine in front of him with a terrifying sonic boom as it was instantly propelled by more than a dozen high-pressure hydraulic cylinders.

No special effects, no acceleration, this is pure, several-ton steel kinetic energy.

"Well done!"

Uncle Nine, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, had a sharp glint in his eyes. Facing this steel behemoth that was beyond human strength to resist, he did not flinch in the slightest.

Pulled violently by the two steel wires behind him, Uncle Nine was lifted into the air with remarkable lightness, barely avoiding the fatal sweep.

"Bang!!!"

The giant steel arm of the mechanical flying zombie missed Uncle Nine and instead slammed violently into a pre-prepared solid wooden pillar that required two people to hug.

In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the sturdy solid wood pillar was smashed in half by this purely physical impact.

The massive wooden stake, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, slammed heavily onto the bluestone slabs of Tai Chi Square, producing a deafening thud.

"hiss--"

The entire venue was deathly silent, from the stagehands holding the microphone poles to the veteran security guards standing on the perimeter, and even the well-informed Fatty Wang.

Upon witnessing this extremely brutal and utterly unpretentious destructive power, everyone couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill run down their spines.

That's so real, so damn raw!

If that slap had landed on someone, it would have turned them into a bloody mess on the spot. Even through the monitor screen, you could feel the tangible, violent force rushing towards you!

"Click, perfect, absolutely perfect!!!"

Fatty Wang was so excited that he jumped up from the director's chair, smashed the megaphone in his hand, and slapped his thighs frantically, his face flushed.

"That's the essence! This is the ultimate romance of heavy-industry cinema! If this scene were shown, all those Hollywood geezers playing with plastic special effects would have to kneel down and call us 'grandpas'!"

A burst of extremely enthusiastic cheers erupted from the film crew.

Uncle Zheng was slowly lowered down by the wire. Looking at the thick pillar that had been smashed in two, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and sigh with lingering fear.

"Amitabha! If this iron lump were in ancient times, it would be a war machine for conquering cities and seizing territories. Boss Lin's move has truly opened my eyes."

On the edge of the film set, on a viewing platform with a great view, Lin Yao, dressed in comfortable linen casual wear, sat in a grand chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed premium Mengding Ganlu.

Looking down at the group of passionate, hardcore engineering students and crew members on set, Lin Yao's lips curled into a faint smile.

Lin Yao gently blew on the steam rising from the rim of his cup, his tone exuding an air of complete composure.

"These college students are truly talented. If given enough funding and a platform to experiment, their creativity will be no less than that of so-called overseas returnees."

Standing to the side, Chingmy Yau's beautiful eyes were filled with admiration.

Looking down at the massive mechanical flying zombie, she said softly, "Boss, you have such a great eye. Now the whole crew is saying you're making a movie with the standards of building tanks."

"If this movie were released, it would absolutely stun audiences all over Asia."

"What does all of Asia matter?"

Lin Yao took a sip of tea, his deep gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

"What I want is to use this most extreme physical violence aesthetics to forcefully break down the barriers of Western culture. I want the global market to obediently hand over US dollars to pay for the myth of our Chinese people."

Just as the two were chatting.

"Ring ring—ring ring—"

The satellite phone with the highest level of encryption in the world, which was placed on the coffee table, started vibrating very rapidly. Lin Yao put down his teacup, picked up the phone, and answered it.

"Feed".

On the other end of the phone, Chen Zheng's extremely suppressed yet still highly excited and trembling voice immediately came through.

You can even hear the unique hustle and bustle of Manhattan, New York, and the sirens of police cars in the background of the phone call.

"Boss...we got it! We got it all!"

Chen Zheng's voice was so excited it almost cracked. This top trader and chief legal counsel, who always maintained extreme composure, felt like roaring to the sky on the streets of New York.

Lin Yao's expression remained calm. He leaned back in his chair and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"Go through them one by one. Did Morgan and the others sign off on it?"

"They signed it; they wouldn't dare not sign!"

Chen Zheng took a deep breath on the other end of the phone, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and reported on the ultimate bargain-hunting victory that was worthy of being recorded in the annals of human commercial history.

"Boss, you didn't see how pathetic they looked, like stray dogs."

"After the Nasdaq closed yesterday, due to that epic short squeeze, all the core accounts under JPMorgan's X86 Ecosystem Defense Alliance were subject to the highest level of mandatory freezing orders from brokerage firms and clearing banks."

"Early this morning, my M&A legal team and I blocked the entrance to the Manhattan Bankruptcy Court."

"Intel CEO Andy and MSI CEO Paul were dragged out of a bar by bailiffs who were both completely drunk."

Chen Zheng's tone was filled with an extremely cruel sense of satisfaction: "I did as you instructed, and threw that five billion US dollar package deal in their faces."

"Tell them they either sign to get money to cover the bank's losses and avoid jail time, or they can wait for all their assets to rot in their hands and spend the rest of their lives picking up soap in federal prison."

"They had absolutely no choice."

Chen Zheng became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice booming wildly through the satellite phone: "Boss, just now, Andy and Paul, in the presence of a group of Wall Street liquidation lawyers, signed that century-old contract of servitude in an extremely humiliating manner."

"Fifty billion US dollars? A paltry sum of fifty billion US dollars."

"We have successfully obtained absolute control over all the underlying source code of MSI's Windows system, and have also obtained a global, permanent, free, and irrevocable exclusive cross-license for Intel's x86 architecture."

"Not only that, that old geezer Morgan, in order to protect the last bit of his retirement trust fund."

"They actually mortgaged and transferred three landmark skyscrapers on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan to our Yaosheng Capital at an extremely low price."

boom!!!

Upon hearing this report, even someone like Lin Yao, who possessed a wealth prediction panel and was already confident about the outcome, couldn't help but let out a secretly exhilarating sigh.

This is incredible. This win is more than just a net profit of 62 billion US dollars.

This is blatant exploitation; it's taking the flesh cut from Wall Street and using it to buy up the very foundation of the entire Western IT industry!

What does it mean to have obtained MSI's underlying source code and Intel's architecture license?

This means that Lin Yao's Loongson project can not only independently develop new architectures, but he can now stand on the shoulders of Western giants and achieve absolute compatibility and crushing superiority.

From now on, in the global PC ecosystem, Lin Yao will be both the referee and the player, and even the sports field beneath his feet will be wholly owned by Yaosheng Capital.

This kind of technological hegemony, which is monopolized to the extreme, was something that no private company could ever achieve, even during the peak of the US-Soviet rivalry!

"Well done, Lao Chen."

Lin Yao's smile gradually widened, and that terrifying aura belonging to a top global overlord suddenly dissipated in the fierce wind of Yuntai Peak.

"Seal all the original source code hard drives and the original physical files of the patent licenses in the highest level of bulletproof lockboxes."

Lin Yao's voice turned extremely cold, exuding an absolute authority that brooked no compromise: "Hire Blackwater's top mercenary team, charter a private jet, and have these things transported back to Hong Kong tonight."

"After landing, it will be delivered directly to the Tai Po Industrial Area in the New Territories and handed over to Lu Qiu."

"Tell Lu Qiu that with the underlying code of these Western giants as a reference, plus our own R&D progress, I'll give him three months."

"Within three months, I want to see the first super personal computer, equipped with our Loongson architecture and running our own operating system, officially lit up in Hong Kong."

"I want to usher this world into an era of dominance belonging to Yaosheng Technology."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yao stood up and walked to the edge of the viewing platform.

Beneath our feet lie the vast, towering mountains, the tireless infrastructure construction frenzy, and the roaring steel behemoths.

In the distance lies the global technology and financial hegemony that will soon be completely taken over by Yaosheng Capital.

He took a deep breath of the mountain air, which was filled with the smell of earth and heavy industrial diesel.

Once wealth accumulates to the level of hundreds of billions of US dollars, the numbers themselves lose their meaning.

The truly wealthy no longer dabble in sports cars and yachts, but rather in the fate of nations, the singularity of technology, and the compass guiding the progress of human civilization.

"Boss, is there some amazing news? You look so happy."

Qiu Shuyi stepped forward and naturally draped a windproof jacket over Lin Yao's shoulders. She looked up at the man, who seemed to have the world at his feet, with a fascination in her eyes.

"Good news?"

Lin Yao turned his head, looked at Qiu Shuyi's pure and beautiful face, and shook his head with extreme desolation.

"There's nothing left in this world that can surprise me anymore."

"I just suddenly realized that our epic blockbuster's post-production distribution channels seem to be missing an extremely powerful promotional vehicle."

Lin Yao stroked his chin, and an extremely crazy cross-industry integration plan instantly took shape in his mind.

"Shuyi, go and call Fatty Wang and Li Qiang over here."

Lin Yao's eyes gleamed with a mixture of morbid humor and business genius: "It's too monotonous to just show a movie in theaters after it's finished."

"Since we're about to have our own computers and operating systems, why don't we have Li Qiang and his engineering students input the model of this flying mechanical zombie and Uncle Nine's motion capture data into Lu Qiu and his team of programmers?"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Yao finalized the next super bomb that would deliver a devastating blow.

"I want Yaosheng Technology to develop the world's first true large-scale 3D computer game based on Eastern mythology."

"Buy our computer and get this epic masterpiece for free."

"I want foreigners all over the world to not only watch Uncle Nine fight zombies in the movie theater, but also to personally control Uncle Nine on the computers we developed, and go to the underworld to chop off zombie heads!"