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

Chapter 78 The Miracle in the Rare Film: The Heavy Armor Matrix Belonging to the East!

Sichuan, the Ten Thousand Mountains, the summit of Yuntai Peak.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the rolling, vast sea of ​​clouds into a magnificent crimson-gold color.

"Push! Keep the jib crane close! Camera one, capture Uncle Nine's gaze! Camera two, zoom in with a wide shot! Capture the imposing presence of that big metal behemoth!"

Fatty Wang squatted behind the monitor, sweating profusely; his custom-made baseball cap had long since flown off somewhere.

He gripped the walkie-talkie tightly, his voice hoarse from shouting, but his eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, gleamed with an unprecedented, extreme madness befitting a filmmaker.

In the Tai Chi Bagua Square at the center of the film set, a shocking scene is unfolding that could utterly shatter the film industry of this era.

"roar--!!!"

A five-meter-tall mechanical behemoth covered in incredibly realistic bluish-gray silicone skin is letting out a deafening roar.

This is not some post-production special effects pixel, but a real, purely physical industrial behemoth assembled from a steel frame weighing several tons, high-pressure hydraulic cylinders, and a heavy-duty diesel engine.

With a sickeningly loud clanging of internal mechanical gears, the giant flying zombie suddenly raised a thick arm, unleashing a terrifying sonic boom capable of tearing through the air, and slashed fiercely at Uncle Nine in front of it.

A sudden gust of wind arose, scattering sand and stones. Compared to this colossal creature driven purely by a physics engine, the human body appeared so small and fragile.

"Lord Patriarch, lend me your power! So be it!"

Master Lin Zheng, dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe, didn't even blink amidst the violent gust of wind that rushed towards him.

Uncle Zheng lightly tapped his toes on the bluestone slab, his body sliding out like a light, falling leaf, brushing against the sweeping steel giant arm.

"Clang!"

The century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword in his hand drew an extremely sharp dark red sword flower under the refraction of the setting sun, and accurately stabbed into the joint gap of the giant flying zombie.

"Bang!!!"

The wooden sword collided violently with the steel armor hidden beneath the silicone skin, and the pre-arranged gunpowder exploded, producing a long string of extremely dazzling and realistic sparks.

"Wow, that's fucking perfect! I'll keep one!"

Fatty Wang was so excited that he jumped up from the director's chair, slapped his thigh, winced in pain, but his smile was brighter than a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Absolutely amazing! Uncle Zheng's physique, the realism of the physical collisions—if that film were developed, the texture would absolutely blow away those green-screen Hollywood movies!"

Fatty Wang grabbed the shoulder of the stagehand next to him and shook him wildly, tears welling up in his eyes.

In the late 1980s, although Hong Kong cinema was booming, most of the films were low-budget, fast-paced, mass-produced works.

To spend an entire afternoon meticulously refining a single shot of less than ten seconds, using real heavy industrial machinery regardless of cost, is an unprecedented level of extravagance.

And all this confidence stemmed from that young capitalist tyrant sitting leisurely on the observation deck not far away, sipping tea.

Lin Yao leaned back in a grand chair covered with soft animal hides, holding a cup of the finest Mengding Dew in his hand.

He looked at the crew members on set, who were embracing and cheering for a perfect shot, and a faint hint of satisfaction flashed in his deep eyes.

He has no shortage of money or time. On his wealth prediction panel, the figure representing his liquid funds pool has steadily remained at a terrifying level of 101.5 billion US dollars.

This is an ultimate figure, enough to buy up several moderately developed countries and enough to trigger a tsunami in the financial markets.

When you have this much money, you no longer pursue simple numerical growth, but rather how to use those numbers to build an unbreakable world order that belongs to you.

"Boss, it seems Director Wang and the others have finished filming this scene. Look, Uncle Zheng is covered in sweat. Should we have someone send over some chilled mung bean soup?"

Dressed in simple casual clothes, Qiu Shuyi stood obediently behind Lin Yao, massaging his shoulders while asking him in a soft voice.

Lin Yao turned his head slightly, looked at Qiu Shuyi's extremely pure face, and smiled: "Send it over. Tell Fatty Wang to wrap up early today, and start filming your scenes tomorrow."

A slight blush rose on Chingmy Yau's cheeks, and a hint of nervousness and anticipation flashed in her eyes.

In this epic Eastern mythology production with an investment of one billion yuan, she plays a very important second female lead. The pressure of not being overshadowed by Wang Zuxian's unparalleled beauty is unimaginable.

"Are you scared?"

Lin Yao seemed to see through her thoughts and reached out to pat the back of her soft hand.

"Yes—a tiny bit."

Chiu Shu-yee bit her lower lip and whispered, "Sister Cho-han's Nie Xiaoqian is so beautiful. I'm afraid I won't act well and will ruin your hard work, boss."

"Remember, in my production team, there is no such word as 'mess up'."

Lin Yao turned his head, his gaze returning to the vast sea of ​​clouds, his tone exuding an undeniable domineering aura.

"I invested a billion yuan not to watch you cater to other people's aesthetics, but to show the world the classical beauty, the melancholy, and the pure desire hidden deep in the bones that belong to Eastern women without reservation."

"Hollywood likes those muscular, rugged men with blond hair and blue eyes, so I'm going to use the most extreme Eastern beauty and the most hardcore Taoist fighting style to forcibly change their cultural perception."

Lin Yao tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the armchair, a devilish smile curving his lips: "Take your time filming. If we can't finish in a month, we'll film for two months. If we can't finish in six months, we'll film for a year. The day this film is released will be the beginning of the collapse of Western cultural barriers."

New Territories, Tai Po Industrial Area, Yiu Shing Technology's core cleanroom laboratory.

If the film crew at Yuntai Peak is an art palace where slow and meticulous work produces exquisite results, then this laboratory at this moment is an ultimate technological furnace that is operating at superluminal speed.

"Crackling! Crackling!"

The extremely dense sound of mechanical keyboard typing echoed wildly throughout the laboratory, like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves.

Lu Qiu, the once-discriminated genius architect in Silicon Valley, is now staring intently at the five ultra-large high-definition displays in front of him, sporting dark circles under his eyes like a panda.

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His fingers blurred across the keyboard, and from typing so fast, blisters formed on his fingertips.

But he seemed to feel no pain at all, and his whole being fell into a state of extreme excitement that was almost manic.

Previously, Lin Yao activated a god-level passive aura covering the entire factory area through the system, resulting in a burst of inspiration.

With the terrifying boost of breaking through 300% of their mental limits, Lu Qiu and the brains of those more than one hundred top scientists practically became super quantum computers.

"That's incredibly stupid! The underlying logic of this American system is absolutely idiotic!"

Lu Qiu stared at the MSI operating system source code on the screen, which he had bought back from Wall Street at rock-bottom prices. He frantically deleted the redundant code while laughing hysterically.

"No wonder this architecture, which is full of junk code, freezes when running multiple tasks. Guys, disassemble and reassemble the entire x86 instruction set."

"We aim to transform the core of Loongson into a completely pure and highly efficient new digital world!"

On the other side of the laboratory, Peter, the current CEO of ASML, was also in a state of madness.

He held in his hand a stack of top-secret data that had just been faxed from Yuntai Peak in Sichuan. It was a digital spatial scanning model of the vast Tianshi Mansion complex and the mechanical flying zombies.

These data are the core map materials that Lin Yao specifically requested them to develop for the world's first fully 3D game, "Myth: Zombie Taoist Priest".

"My God—to render such complex spatial polygons in real time on a personal computer, while also adding dynamic tracking of physically based lighting, is an absolutely hellish challenge in the history of human hardware!"

Peter had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he frantically drew intricate integrated circuit diagrams on a huge whiteboard.

"But—it's possible. It's definitely possible if we break away from the traditional single-core CPU operating model!"

Peter's blue eyes blazed with unprecedented fervor. He whirled around and roared at Lu Qiu, "Lu, we need a brand new secondary core, an auxiliary chip specifically designed to handle these extremely complex image polygons. Integrate it with our 0.8-micron Loongson motherboard!"

"I named it, GPU!"

Peter wrote those three English letters heavily on the whiteboard, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Once this chip is developed, we can make the 3D game that the boss wants run perfectly on our computer at an ultra-smooth speed of 60 frames per second, completely crushing all 2D pixel games on the market."

"Okay, I'll write the underlying algorithm for the GPU architecture you requested within three days!"

Without turning his head, Lu Qiu roared and his typing speed on the keyboard increased to another level.

This group of geek fanatics, armed with both capital and god-like aura, are frantically crafting the ultimate nuclear weapon—capable of revolutionizing the entire human information industry—at a speed that will leave the world in despair, in this isolated laboratory.

Meanwhile, on Wall Street across the ocean, Western tech giants who had just been forced to sign extremely humiliating merger and acquisition agreements and hand over core system source code and X86 underlying patents were still immersed in immense grief and debt crisis.

Intel CEO Andy Warren sat dejectedly in his half-empty office, a glass of cheap whiskey in his hand, trying to drown his sorrows.

"Mr. President————"

The assistant cautiously pushed open the door and walked in, holding a newly compiled industry briefing.

"Get out! I don't want to hear anything about the company's bankruptcy liquidation right now!"

Andy roared like an enraged lion, slamming his glass against the wall, shards of glass flying everywhere.

"No—it's not news of bankruptcy—"

The assistant swallowed hard, his voice tinged with barely concealed fear.

"It's Yaosheng Technology from Hong Kong. They previously posted a $10 billion bounty on a global hacker forum for the Loongson ecosystem."

"Right now—right now, software engineers all over North America are going crazy!"

"Let them be crazy!"

Andy growled through gritted teeth.

"So what if they get our underlying code? Even if they have the money to hire programmers, they can't develop a mature, standalone operating system that can perfectly run complex software."

"Even if all the geniuses in Silicon Valley were combined, it would still take at least two to three years."

"By the time they finish developing their system, Intel will have already developed a new generation of processors and regained its market dominance!"

A fierce glint flashed in Andy's eyes, as he placed all his hopes on the extremely long and tedious timeframe of software development.

He didn't believe that an Asian conglomerate with no semiconductor industry foundation could forcibly bridge the insurmountable gap of the software ecosystem overnight.

However, this high-ranking white CEO had no way of knowing.

Lin Yao possesses an extremely unreasonable and dimensional-reducing attack called the Wealth Panel cheat, and an extremely terrifying scientific research accelerator called the "Inspiration Big Bang".

He thought Lin Yao would need three years, but in reality, on that very night when he was drunk, in that laboratory in the New Territories of Hong Kong, Lu Qiu pressed the Enter key with extreme force.

"drop--!"

A crisp electronic buzzer suddenly rang out in the silent laboratory.

Immediately afterwards, the CRT monitor screen connected to the motherboard on a prototype test computer with an extremely rough appearance and no chassis casing yet flickered.

The next second, a dark gold logo full of strong oriental cyberpunk style, with a giant dragon coiled around it, slowly appeared in the center of the screen.

In the bottom right corner of the screen, a line of tiny English characters is clearly displayed:

[DragonOSv1.0 Kernel Boot Success]

The entire laboratory fell into such a deathly silence that you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Qiu slowly stood up from the chair, looking at the screen at the fully autonomous operating system's underlying layer, which, although the interface was still extremely rudimentary, was truly hand-typed by them, and tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

"It's lit up—"

Lu Qiu's voice trembled violently. He turned around, looked at the group of scientists behind him who were also in tears, and roared with all his might, "Brothers, our own system—it's lit up!!!"

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