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

Chapter 87 The Calm Before the Storm, the Dawn of a New Era

The Peninsula Hotel, Victoria Ballroom.

The heavy, carved mahogany door was gently closed from the outside, making a dull click.

The air conditioning in the lobby was still blowing loudly, but for the group of old Hong Kong tycoons who remained there, this amount of air conditioning was far less than the chill that was rising in their hearts at this moment.

Uncle Liu sat quietly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the two old walnuts that had rolled off the carpet.

He didn't bend down to pick it up, but just let out a long sigh, a sigh that conveyed a sense of powerlessness in the twilight of a hero.

"Sixth Uncle, are we just going to watch him shit on our heads like this?"

Mr. Li slumped to the ground, his face ashen, his tie askew. He pointed to the scattered photos on the table, his voice filled with deep panic.

Three hundred thousand units in stock, fifteen military heavy transport aircraft—this isn't just doing business; it's a modern war of overwhelming force.

Old Master Guo picked up the now-cold tea in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and shook his head with a wry smile: "Old Li, accept your fate. Times have really changed."

"The ports, shipping companies, and land we own are just a pile of heavy stones in front of financial giants who can mobilize hundreds of billions of dollars in cash flow at will."

"Lin Yao doesn't play by our rules at all. If you try to strangle him, he'll just spend money to build a road in the sky."

Uncle Liu stood up and walked somewhat unsteadily to the window, looking at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour outside.

"Pass down the message: all bans imposed by the Pan-Asian Alliance on Yaosheng Capital must be immediately revoked."

Uncle Liu's voice sounded tired.

"Send a few large flower baskets to the press conference tomorrow morning. It's time for us old bones to step down and make way for the better ones."

The hall was deathly silent; no one dared to utter another word. They knew that from tonight onward, the landscape of Asian capital circles had completely changed.

At the same time, a convoy of ten black bulletproof Mercedes-Benz vehicles was driving smoothly on the winding mountain road back to Victoria Peak.

The carriage was unusually quiet; there was no music playing, only the slight tire noise of the tires rolling over the asphalt road.

Lin Yao leaned back in the soft leather chair, closed his eyes to rest. The one-sided domination he had just experienced in the banquet hall was like eating a bland fast food meal to him, leaving no trace.

As a seasoned trader who made his fortune in finance and is used to battling in the digital world, what he truly cares about is always the next step in capital deployment.

Sitting opposite him, Fatty Wang was tightly clutching the briefcase containing the movie master tapes, his chubby face covered in sweat.

He kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve, his legs trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Wang Sanri, are you cold?"

Lin Yao opened his eyes and glanced at him.

"No—I'm not cold, boss, I'm just nervous."

Fatty Wang swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, it will premiere simultaneously in 3,000 theaters around the world. I, Wang Sanri, have been making bad movies for half my life. Suddenly, I'm making such a big deal out of it. I'm feeling very uneasy."

[Fund Flow Tracking: The purchase of a Far Eastern Air Transport fleet, the construction of a fully automated contract manufacturing plant in the Tai Po Industrial Complex, and the premium procurement of raw materials consumed a total of US$180 billion of cash reserves.]

[Event timeline: Tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, Yaosheng Technology's global new product launch and feature film premiere.]

[Business Logic Chain Analysis: By attracting traffic through top-tier visual films, we break down Western users' stereotypes about Eastern culture. We leverage the drastic difference in experience created by the Loongson 1.0's graphical interface and the 3D game "Myth: Zombie Master," achieving a dual monopoly on both hardware and software ecosystems.]

[Wealth Flow Forecast: 300,000 microcomputers are expected to sell out within 72 hours. The initial capital inflow and the accompanying ecosystem licensing fees will trigger a new round of explosive asset growth for Yaosheng Capital, and the host's personal wealth is about to enter a completely new dimension.]

After reviewing the simulation report on the panel, Lin Yao closed the light screen with satisfaction. After planning and enduring for so long, tomorrow would finally be the time to reap the rewards.

In this world, he intends to use a computer and a movie to forcefully fast-forward the technological progress of all humankind.

The next morning, the sky over Hong Kong was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly.

At 8 a.m., the Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre in Wan Chai was already packed with people.

The plaza outside the convention center was filled with media vehicles from all over the world.

Reuters, the Associated Press, the Wall Street Journal, and even many Western media outlets that focus on technology all sent their most elite teams.

Nobody's a fool. Yaosheng Capital has been making huge moves in the financial market lately. First, it crushed the short-selling alliance on Wall Street, and then news broke that it had acquired the underlying code of MSI Technology.

Whether today's press conference was just a publicity stunt or they actually produced a working personal computer, everyone wants to get the first-hand news as soon as possible.

The interior hall of the convention center has been transformed into a huge show venue full of futuristic technology.

The stage backdrop was a huge high-definition projection screen, on which the dark gold oriental dragon logo appeared mysterious and imposing under the lights.

Chen Zheng, dressed in a sharp suit, was on site with dozens of staff members making final arrangements.

"Security team one, widen the cordon around the media area a bit more; there are twice as many people as expected today!"

"Technical Department, has Lu Qiu arrived yet? Has the prototype debugging in the backend been confirmed to be correct?"

Chen Zheng's walkie-talkie was almost constantly ringing. Although he was in finance, the success or failure of today's press conference was directly related to Yaosheng Capital's next move in the stock market, so he dared not be careless at all.

In the backstage dressing room, Lu Qiu, wearing a rather ill-fitting suit, was pacing nervously back and forth.

He was used to wearing a white coat or a plaid shirt, and this suit made him feel a little breathless.

"Boss, I—I'm a bit at a loss for words. When I go on stage later and face so many reporters from all over the world, what should I say?"

Lu Qiu rubbed his hands together, looking at Lin Yao sitting on the sofa for help.

Lin Yao was dressed rather casually today, wearing a high-quality light gray shirt and dark trousers. He was holding a copy of the day's morning newspaper and flipping through it casually.

"Lu Qiu, you are the chief architect of Yaosheng Technology. This computer was built by you and your team day and night."

Lin Yao put down the newspaper, looked at Lu Qiu, and spoke in a gentle yet powerful tone.

"You don't need to prepare any fancy speeches. You just need to walk up to the stage, turn on your computer, and tell the world how clean and smooth a new world we've rebuilt on MSI's codebase."

Lin Yao stood up, walked over to Lu Qiu, and straightened his slightly crooked tie.

"Remember, real technology products don't need hype. Just hold the mouse in your hand, make the screen move, and those reporters will shut up on their own."

At 9:50 a.m., the hall of the convention center was already packed, with more than 2,000 invited guests and media reporters whispering among themselves, creating a buzzing atmosphere.

The stage lights slowly dimmed, and the once noisy hall gradually quieted down.

"Thump"

A deep, resonant chime echoed slowly through the hall, amplified by the venue's state-of-the-art sound system.

Immediately afterwards, a faint light appeared on the huge curtain behind the stage.

At 10:00 AM sharp, the global new product launch conference of Yaosheng Technology officially kicked off.

This storm, destined to utterly crush the entire Western information hegemony, finally revealed its sharp fangs to the world on this seemingly calm morning.