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

Chapter 83 The King Returns: A Heavy Industrial Barrier Built with a Massive Force of People with a Hundred Billion Dollar Investment!

Hong Kong, Kai Tak International Airport.

As one of the busiest air hubs in Asia, Kai Tak Airport is now under the highest level of security and clearance measures, a rare occurrence.

Three lines of police cordoned off the area around the No. 1 special-grade apron, staffed by heavily armed airport special police.

Inside the cordon, a full thirty black, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz luxury cars stood like an iron formation, neatly parked at the edge of the runway.

Two hundred veterans of the Hung Hing Society, dressed in black fitted suits and wearing tactical communication headsets, crossed their arms in front of their abdomens.

Standing like gods of death on both sides of the convoy, their iron-blooded and murderous aura, which seemed to have rolled out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Outside the police cordon, paparazzi from all over Hong Kong had already gathered, drawn by the news.

Hong Kong in May was already very hot and humid, but these entertainment reporters braved the scorching sun, not even bothering to wipe their sweat, and their long lenses and cameras flashed like crazy.

"Damn it, this is way too extravagant! Even the Governor of Hong Kong didn't have such a grand procession!"

"Nonsense, the Governor of Hong Kong is nothing. The man returning today is Mr. Lin, the owner of Wang Yaosheng Capital, who single-handedly swindled tens of billions of US dollars from Wall Street with his unparalleled financial shrewdness!"

"Look, look! The special plane has landed!"

With a furious roar of aircraft engines, a Boeing private jet with a dark gold dragon logo painted on its fuselage forcefully tore through the clouds over Hong Kong.

It landed steadily on the runway, glided along, and finally stopped directly in front of the black steel convoy.

The cabin door slowly opened, and the hydraulic gangway automatically lowered.

Under the fervent gaze of the entire Hong Kong media, Lam Yiu, dressed in a very well-tailored, high-end custom-made suit with a subtle pattern, walked steadily out of the cabin with one hand in his pocket.

He wore a pair of large black sunglasses, which obscured his deep eyes that were capable of seeing through all the cards in the deck.

Just by casually glancing around from the gangway, the overwhelming aura of a super-rich tycoon and top financial mogul swept across the entire area like a Category 12 hurricane.

"Boss!"

Chen Zheng, who had been waiting at the foot of the gangway for a long time, immediately went up respectfully and personally opened the door of the extended bulletproof Mercedes.

"Um.

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Lin Yao nodded lightly, bent down and got into the car. Following closely behind was Qiu Shuyi, dressed in a smart business suit, and Fatty Wang, who was carrying a large pile of top-secret film master tapes and was covered in sweat.

"Buzz"

With a low growl from the lead vehicle, a black dragon of thirty bulletproof Mercedes-Benz vehicles sped out of Kai Tak Airport and headed toward the New Territories.

Inside the car, the air conditioning was on full blast. Lin Yao leaned comfortably against the soft, handcrafted calfskin seat and casually took out a bottle of excellent vintage Romanée-Conti from the car's temperature-controlled wine cabinet next to him, pouring a small half-glass.

"Old Chen, while I was away from Hong Kong for over a month, those traditional tycoons who were pulling stunts behind the scenes have finally shown their true colors, haven't they?"

Lin Yao gently swirled the wine in his glass, the crimson liquid forming a graceful arc on the glass. He spoke slowly and in a flat tone, as if he were asking about tonight's menu.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his expression turning serious, and a fine layer of cold sweat even seeped from his forehead.

"Boss, your prediction was absolutely divine!"

Chen Zheng lowered his voice, his tone revealing a heavy sense of apprehension.

"That so-called Uncle Six charity dinner was a complete trap."

"I used Yaosheng Capital's top-level corporate espionage network and finally found out the details of the Pan-Asian Old Capital Alliance hidden behind Uncle Liu."

Chen Zheng opened the top-secret document in his hand, his voice trembling slightly because of the terrifying data on it.

"This alliance is composed of four long-established Chinese families in Southeast Asia, four major real estate developers in Hong Kong, and several secretive conglomerates from Japan and South Korea."

"Although they haven't made any achievements in the semiconductor and high-tech fields, what they hold in their hands are all solid, heavy assets!"

"Seventy percent of Asia's large deep-water ports, sixty percent of ocean-going freighters, and even all the industrial land and power grids in Hong Kong and Taiwan are under their absolute control."

Chen Zheng took a deep breath and turned to look at Lin Yao: "Boss, they've made some arrogant threats. At next month's banquet, they'll demand that Yaosheng Technology hand over 51% of its absolute controlling stake. If we dare to refuse—"

"They will directly cut off all our physical supply chains around the world. No contract manufacturer will dare to accept our orders, and no cargo ship will dare to transport our products."

"They want to use these trillion-dollar traditional physical barriers to stifle our Loongson supercomputer on this isolated island of Hong Kong!"

Without contract manufacturers and with transportation lines cut off, this was the most intractable and unreasonable ultimate weapon of old-school capital in the 1980s.

No matter how advanced your chip technology is, or how many billions of dollars in cash you have, so what?

As long as I control your throat and don't give you the chance to turn your blueprints into reality, your high technology will just be a pie in the sky!

If it were an ordinary tech startup, faced with this kind of absurd global physical blockade, it would probably have no choice but to obediently surrender and kneel down like a dog.

However, after hearing this terrifying threat that could cause a magnitude 10 earthquake in the global business world, Lin Yao not only showed no panic, but instead downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Cut off the supply chain, physical barriers?"

Lin Yao's lips curled into an extremely cruel sneer.

"Have these old fogies gone mad from mining coal in the real estate and coal industries? Do they really think their little scrap metal can withstand the overwhelming power of financial capital?"

Lin Yao casually activated the Godly Wealth Prediction Panel in his mind.

As early as a month ago, when these traditional tycoons first began to harbor disloyal intentions, the Wealth Prediction Panel had already accurately predicted the physical blockade measures they might take.

Even which shipping routes and which contract manufacturers would be subject to supply chain disruptions were clearly marked in red.

Having the answers to copy homework, how could Lin Yao not have countermeasures?

"Old Chen, have the convoy change course and not go back to the hillside villa."

Lin Yao put down his wine glass, a terrifying fervor flashing in his eyes.

"Go to Tai Po Industrial Zone, to Yao Sheng Technology's top-secret No. 0 factory area. It's time to inspect the artificial barrier I built with 10 billion US dollars in pure cash."

"Yes, boss!"

Chen Zheng immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order. The convoy smoothly made a U-turn at the next intersection and headed straight for the depths of the New Territories.

Forty minutes later, the convoy entered the deepest part of the Tai Po Industrial Zone, a vast area completely sealed off by electrified barbed wire fences up to five meters high.

On the surface, this place looks like a sprawling, giant warehouse base, with 500 fully armed security personnel patrolling here 24 hours a day with their dogs, so that not even a fly could get in.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a muffled mechanical roar, the heavy steel gates of the factory, weighing over ten tons, slowly opened to both sides.

The convoy drove directly into the core factory area, and finally stopped in front of a huge cleanroom that looked like an air-raid shelter.

The moment Lin Yao pushed open the car door and got out, Fatty Wang, who was following behind, was so shocked by the massive, industrial-scale human wave that he collapsed to the ground.

"My goodness! What the hell is this place?!"

Fatty Wang's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets as he pointed ahead, his tongue practically tied in knots.

Inside this enormous super workshop, which is the size of four football fields, you can see...

Lin Yao used his terrifying financial skills and cash flow to brutally stage an ultimate human wave tactic unique to this era.

Amidst the deafening roar of the assembly lines, 50,000 skilled industrial workers, dressed in white anti-static suits and wearing masks, sat densely packed on both sides of hundreds of semi-automated assembly lines, each stretching over a hundred meters.

The air was filled with the distinctive smells of rosin and welding.

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Tens of thousands of soldering irons were working simultaneously, sparks flashing, and the tracks were spinning wildly.

The Loongson silicon wafers that emerged from the 0.8-micron first-generation lithography machine, which was tightly protected in the core area, were quickly delivered to these workers.

Surface mount technology (SMT), soldering, assembly, testing, and packaging – 50,000 people working in three shifts, 24/7, working around the clock!

"Boss, you're finally back!"

Lu Qiu and Peter, the CEO of ASML, ran out of the control room not far away, both wearing cleanroom suits and covered in sweat.

In the month since we last met, half of Lu Qiu's hair has turned completely white, and he has become so thin that he looks unrecognizable. However, his eyes are as bright as two kilowatt-level searchlights.

"Lu Qiu, how's this heavy industrial sweatshop of 50,000 people operating?"

Lin Yao, with his hands in his pockets, looked at the awe-inspiring sea of ​​workers, and finally a hint of emotion appeared in his voice.

In 1987, you wanted to shut down Lao Tzu's OEM factory?

Lao Tzu directly used the wealth panel to predict all the electronics factories on the verge of bankruptcy and poured in 10 billion US dollars in pure cash.

They forcibly bought up the production line equipment of more than 30 top OEM factories in Taiwan, Japan, and Southeast Asia overnight using hundreds of cargo charter planes and airlifted them to Hong Kong.

No workers? I offered a terrifyingly high salary five times the market rate, and used money to force 50,000 of the most skilled female assembly workers in Hong Kong and even Guangdong Province into this top-secret factory area.

What is a capitalist tyrant?

Since technology cannot achieve full automation, let's use money to forcibly buy the time and energy of 50,000 people and forcibly build the most terrifying semi-automatic production line in all of humanity!

"Boss, this is insane! This is a miracle!"

Lu Qiu's voice trembled with excitement as he pointed at the hundreds of seemingly endless assembly lines.

"With such generous rewards, the piecework efficiency of these 50,000 workers is even more terrifying than that of machines. We have broken down all the assembly processes into the simplest, most foolproof steps."

Lu Qiu suddenly waved his hand, and a quality inspector next to him immediately came over respectfully carrying something.

It was a miniature computer host with a minimalist design, full of futuristic cyberpunk technology, and a dark gold oriental dragon logo printed on a pure black metal chassis.

"Boss, this is a mass-produced Loongson 1.0 supercomputer that just rolled off the production line today."

Lu Qiu held the host computer in his hands as if it were his own flesh and blood, his eyes filled with fervent tears.

"It is equipped with our independently developed 0.8-micron CPU, the world's first independent graphics processing unit (GPU) invented by Peter, and the smooth Loongson Windows operating system."

"Oh right, the hard drive already has the full 3D game 'Myth: Zombie Taoist Priest' pre-installed, which the software team spent a month developing."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He finally understood why Lin Yao laughed so contemptuously when he learned that those traditional conglomerates wanted to cut off the physical supply chain.

Blockade of contract manufacturers?

The boss doesn't need any contract manufacturers at all. He has already built the largest super-human arsenal in all of humanity underground in Hong Kong by using financial leverage and billions of US dollars.

As long as there's enough money, computers can be manufactured here faster than a money printing machine!

"How's the production?"

Lin Yao casually touched the cold metal chassis, feeling the terrifying computing power contained within that was enough to overturn the world.

"Boss, at the current piecework rate, daily shipments have already exceeded 10,000 units, and the yield rate is as high as 98%!"

Lu Qiu reported loudly.

"Ten thousand units? That's too slow."

Lin Yao turned his head, his deep gaze fixed on Chen Zheng, a cruel, ruthless aura of a financial tyrant curving his lips.

"Old Chen, pass the message down."

"There are still two weeks until Uncle Liu's so-called charity gala. In these two weeks, I don't want the outside world to hear any rumors about Yaosheng Technology launching new products."

"Have Lu Qiu and the others continue to build for me. If we don't have enough manpower, we'll recruit another 50,000 people and double their wages."

"Even if it costs ten times the price, have all the parts and raw materials secretly airlifted from all over the world."

"Two weeks later————"

Lin Yao clenched his fist and swung it powerfully in the air, unleashing a domineering aura that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers.

"I want this Factory Zero warehouse to have 300,000 Loongson microcomputers neatly stacked up in stock."

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"Since those old guys in real estate and coal mining are trying to stage some kind of coup with me at the dinner party—"

"On that day, I brought with me 300,000 high-tech nuclear bombs capable of annihilating all of humanity, along with the trailer for this god-like movie that cost a billion to make."

"I'll personally go to that banquet and give those remnants of the old era a grand send-off!"