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

Chapter 81 The grueling spirit of craftsmanship, the deduction of the wealth prediction panel!

Time, deep within the mountains of Sichuan, seemed to have been forcefully slowed down by an invisible giant hand.

Twenty days have passed since the Wall Street short squeeze that shocked the global financial world, which cost hundreds of billions of dollars.

During these two thousand days, the turbulent events in the outside world and the widespread despair on the Nasdaq stock market seemed to have nothing to do with Yuntai Peak, which is hidden in the sea of ​​clouds.

The air here still carries the damp, earthy scent, and the birdsong every morning is still crisp enough to cleanse one's soul.

Under Lin Yao's high-pressure policy of disregarding costs and only seeking to create something lasting, the entire production team was completely immersed in a near-pathological and extremely grueling spirit of craftsmanship.

"Click, start again!"

In front of the steps of the side hall of the Taiji Bagua Square, Fatty Wang held a megaphone in his hand, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He strode over to a custom-made German Zeiss camera worth millions of dollars, pointed at the screen, and scratched his already sparse hair in frustration.

"Lighting crew, did you guys skip breakfast?"

"What I want is that kind of serene and aloof light and shadow, like the setting sun and the twilight of a hero, yet with an unyielding Taoist spirit."

"What kind of lighting is this? It's all warm and yellow. Is Uncle Nine going on a blind date or slaying demons?"

Fatty Wang is truly obsessed now. Back in the days at the Clearwater Bay film set in Hong Kong, for scenes with slightly flawed lighting, he would just close his eyes, yell "Cut!" and that would be it. After all, it was a fast-food movie, and the audience just needed to enjoy the spectacle.

But not now. Lin Yao is offering far too much money, so much that even a seasoned commercial film veteran like Fatty Wang has been awakened in the depths of his heart a primal reverence for the art of film.

"Director Wang, this is already the twenty-seventh take this afternoon—"

The lighting technician ran over, sweating profusely, and explained with a pained expression.

"The clouds and mist in the mountains change too quickly, and natural light simply can't capture them. Our artificial little suns just can't adjust the color temperature to the subtle coolness you're talking about."

"You have to catch them, even if you can't!"

Fatty Wang spat back mercilessly, his fat jiggling as he did so.

"The boss spent a billion to build this set, not so you could make excuses. Even if we're filming until midnight, even if we have to use torches, we have to get this one shot perfect. Everyone, take a ten-minute break and rearrange the reflectors!"

On the steps of the side hall, Master Lin Zheng, dressed in a tattered Taoist robe and with realistic battle-damaged makeup on his face, was not angry at all because of the repeated NGs. Instead, he sat comfortably on the wooden threshold, took out his water bottle and took a sip.

"Uncle Zheng, you must be exhausted?"

Wang Zuxian, dressed in a simple white dress, walked over and naturally handed Master Lin a clean towel.

Her stunningly beautiful face was also full of fatigue, but the light in her eyes was frighteningly bright.

[Dynamic monitoring of core asset Yaosheng Technology:]

[Progress of Closed-Loop Bug Fixing for "Myth: Zombie Taoist Priest" using Loongson 1.0 Operating System and Full 3D Engine]

92%.

[Wealth Forecast: The meticulous refinement and patient waiting are significantly raising the bar for product brilliance. It is predicted that on the product's global launch date, its groundbreaking, experience-defying nature will instantly ignite the global capital market.]

[Yaosheng Technology's hidden valuation is skyrocketing at a rate of one billion US dollars per day among dark web organizations!]

[Warning and Opportunity: Remnants of Wall Street capital are attempting to find vulnerabilities in Yaosheng Technology and launch a counterattack in public opinion. It is advised that the host maintain a low profile and lie low, waiting for the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.]

Looking at the detailed prediction report provided by the wealth prediction panel, Lin Yao's smile deepened.

And this wealth prediction panel is his biggest physical cheat in this era.

It won't directly conjure up money for Lin Yao, but it can accurately predict the rate of return on every investment in the distant future.

The system clearly indicated that this painstaking and meticulous refinement would not only not result in losses, but was actually accumulating an intangible valuation for Yaosheng Technology at a terrifying rate of one billion US dollars per day, enough to destroy the world.

"Have those Wall Street rats made any moves lately?"

Lin Yao withdrew his gaze, closed the panel, picked up his teacup, and took an elegant sip.

Chen Zheng flipped open the top-secret briefing in his hand, his expression turning cold: "Boss, just as you predicted, although Andy and Paul and those old guys signed the contract to sell themselves to MSI Systems and the X86 license, they haven't given up their evil intentions."

"For the past twenty days, they have been spending a fortune buying space in major North American financial media outlets, all of which are sour conspiracy theories."

"They say that although Yaosheng Capital has won in the stock market, it has no real technological foundation. They say that even if we have the underlying code, it's just a pile of waste paper, and it's impossible for us to develop a usable personal computer within decades."

"They even made a statement in Silicon Valley that anyone who dares to take our Yaosheng Technology's manufacturing orders will be the mortal enemy of the entire US semiconductor alliance."

"Soulmate?"

Lin Yao was not angry after hearing this; instead, he laughed out loud.

"These white pigs are really stubborn; they won't give up until they're faced with certain death, and they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Lin Yao shook his head, put down his teacup, and a cruel mockery flashed in his eyes.

"Do they think they can slow us down with public opinion and censorship? They have no idea that there is an ultimate monster on this earth called a fully self-sufficient closed-loop industrial chain."

Lin Yao stood up, walked to the edge of the viewing platform, and pointed to the endless Hundred Thousand Mountains below.

"Old Chen, Lu Qiu and Peter's pest control work at the New Territories plant is almost finished. As for the mass production of hardware, we don't need to rely on any American contract manufacturers."

Lin Yao's voice wasn't loud, but every word was heavy, like a series of bombshells.

"Pass on my order: transfer 10 billion US dollars directly from our 100 billion US dollar liquidity pool and use it to acquire land and build factories in Hong Kong."

"Forget wafer foundry, motherboard surface mount, and chassis assembly, I'll build my own factories and do it all myself."

"With MSI's underlying code, X86 patent licenses, and top-of-the-line 0.8-micron lithography machines, we are now at the very top of the entire human technology chain."

Lin Yao suddenly turned his head, and the terrifying aura of a financial tyrant instantly suppressed the surrounding mountain winds.

"Didn't Wall Street say we couldn't develop computers, and that no one would manufacture them for us?"

"Then I'll use this month of dormancy to secretly build them a super unmanned factory in Hong Kong that can meet their global shipment volume."

"Wait until the movie wraps up, wait until those rats are jumping the highest and squeaking the loudest in the newspapers."

Lin Yao clenched his fist and violently squeezed it in mid-air.

"I'll just bring a million Loongson supercomputers that I have on hand, plus this god-tier 3D masterpiece that cost a billion to produce, and slap their faces and skulls to pieces!"

Chen Zheng broke out in a cold sweat and even found it difficult to breathe.

This is incredible! The boss isn't just doing business; he's playing a massive, unparalleled game of strategy. His patience is terrifying, and his capital is terrifying!

First, slowly wear down everyone's vigilance, then at an unbelievable juncture, unleash a devastating blow to wipe out the entire team.

"Understood, boss. I'll arrange funding immediately to buy land in Hong Kong and build a factory. It will be done with the highest level of secrecy!"

Chen Zheng bowed respectfully.

"Go ahead, but remember to walk steadily. We have plenty of time left, so there's no need to rush."

Lin Yao waved his hand, sat back down in the armchair, and closed his eyes contentedly as he watched Chen Zheng's departing figure.

The true vastness of the stars and the true global hegemony still require countless painstaking details to pave the way inch by inch.

"Boss."

Qiu Shuyi tiptoed to Lin Yao's side, holding an exquisite gold-embossed invitation in her hand, and whispered to the director: "The crew members from down the mountain just brought it up. They said that Uncle Six from Shaw Brothers Studio in Hong Kong is going to hold a grand charity gala next month, and he specially sent you a top-secret invitation, saying that an important person wants to meet you."

"Uncle Six's charity gala, with important figures?"

Lin Yao slightly opened one eye, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"It seems that our Yaosheng Capital, this dragon lurking in the sea, has finally attracted the attention of some truly behemoths hidden beneath the surface."

Lin Yao took the invitation and casually tossed it onto the coffee table.

"Reply to them that I, Lin, am currently in the mountains cultivating my mind and body. I will naturally go down the mountain to meet them after I finish filming this movie next month."

7

The mountain breeze continued to blow slowly, but a super storm with a wider scope and terrifying influence was secretly and frantically brewing in this seemingly calm atmosphere.