In name only: The land of Handong, I shall rule its fate.

"What I spent tens of billions to buy was TSL's industrial production logic."

His words caused a stir throughout the land.

"TSL's new energy vehicles are indeed good, but it is still just an emerging company, and even its financial statements are negative."

Some people immediately scoffed.

Lin Zhiyuan ignored him and looked directly at President Wang, saying solemnly, "Unlike current practitioners who use analogy thinking and conduct minor improvements on previous generations, TSL now follows the simple and brutal first principles of physics, that is, to break down any complex industry into the unassailable basic physical, chemical, and raw material axioms, and to abandon all the bad habits of 'it has always been this way' to reconstruct the solution."

"This logic applies to all STEM fields."

"For example, the seemingly inaccessible aerospace and military industries are universally applicable, which can significantly reduce R&D costs, up to a maximum of about 10%."

Mr. Wang gasped.

He may not understand the technology, but he is in charge of overall financial planning. If this really works out, the savings across various industries each year will be more than that.

"Furthermore, TSL is currently making new energy vehicles, but that doesn't mean they can only make new energy vehicles."

"The development of battery cells can be applied to many fields, including robotics and drones."

"Massive amounts of driving data can be used to incubate future large-scale artificial intelligence models, which can enable a leap in intelligent driving in the near term and restructure satellite layout and space-based weapon deployment in the long term."

"also."

"TSL has many other interesting features, such as an extremely flat management model, a cash flow-to-R&D model, and the reuse of manufacturing engineering capabilities, etc."

"These things cannot be measured by money alone."

Mr. Wang remained silent for a long time, seemingly weighing some considerations, before finally asking, "Can we discuss the shareholding issue again? Fifty-fifty, with the state-owned assets making up the difference."

"Hasn't the Demon City already been here?"

Lin Zhiyuan shrugged. Back in April of this year, Shanghai had organized a visit to TSL.

"Give me a reason that can convince me?"

Mr. Wang frowned.

"The factory is right in Handong, what's so scary about that?"

Lin Zhiyuan countered with a question.

Mr. Wang fell silent.

The others also fell silent.

"I agree to your proposed solution in principle."

Mr. Wang spoke again.

In principle, agreement usually means disagreement, but Lin Zhiyuan didn't care; it was enough that President Wang said he agreed.

A hammer!

snort!

The other attendees turned away, gathered their documents, and left.

Only Mr. Wang remained.

"You little brat, all you do is cause me trouble!"

Mr. Wang glared at him fiercely.

"Hey!"

"You're right."

Lin Zhiyuan, taking advantage of the situation, winked and said, "I'm the one who got scolded, I'm the one who paid, and yet the matter was still resolved."

"Tianshan Capital's money is also the country's money."

Mr. Wang scoffed.

"Boss, that's not being reasonable."

Lin Zhiyuan's lips twitched. Tianshan Capital was their own child, whom they had raised with great difficulty.

"Once we've settled things, we should hurry back to Handong."

Mr. Wang didn't respond, but instead changed the subject, saying, "The day you left, things started to get chaotic in Jingzhou."

"Tell them to behave themselves."

"Otherwise, ha..."

"I'll slap them to death."

Lin Zhiyuan: ? ? ?

Surely those demons and monsters couldn't just sacrifice Jingzhou, could they?

But Lin Zhiyuan did not receive an answer.

Mr. Wang hung up the transoceanic video call abruptly, leaving only the message, "Go back and see for yourself."

call!

The moment the screen went out.

Fang Denggao breathed a huge sigh of relief; the pressure was just too much.

"Old Lin, I give up."

Fang Denggao gave a thumbs up, this time he was truly impressed.

He even had to drag Tian Guofu into the fray to criticize Sha Ruijin, but Lin Zhiyuan directly confronted twelve deputies face-to-face. He is truly the greatest warrior in the world.

It seems to be in Handong.

Lin Zhiyuan, with only a third of his strength, had already driven the rat poison out of its tracks.

"Old Fang, do I want to learn?"

"I'll teach you!"

Lin Zhiyuan put his arm around Fang Denggao's neck and gave him a long-winded lecture: "When you fight them, you have to stick to one person. Before they bite you to death, keep throwing hats at them and break their necks."

"Wait until they all submit."

"I'm not showing my teeth anymore."

"Then you bring them back to your area of ​​expertise and use your extensive experience to defeat them."

"How about that? It's very simple."

"Did you learn it?"

Fang Denggao's face tightened. This kind of learning... even if Lin Zhiyuan dared to teach, he wouldn't dare to listen!

"Old Lin, aren't you afraid they'll make things difficult for you?"

Fang Denggao said worriedly:

"What if I vote against it in six months!"

"Your age advantage is gone."

To become a provincial governor, one must go through two processes: internal election and representative assembly. If one fails the internal election, one is not even qualified to attend the representative assembly.

Lin Zhiyuan has served as the executive vice chairman of three provinces and the deputy director of the National Development and Reform Commission. His age and seniority are advantages, but if he can't get promoted further, it will be a death sentence.

The tragedy of Zhong Yong…

This is not an isolated case within the organization, but rather the norm.

"Then I'll just have three things to do every day from now on."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't care. "Eating, sleeping, and reporting—reporting them and their followers every day."

"I have at least twenty years."

Take your time playing.

Forehead!

Fang Denggao scratched his head, feeling that Lin Zhiyuan's real confidence didn't lie there.

But it's clearly not appropriate to ask any further questions.

Handong, the day after Lin Zhiyuan left.

The North Building is a private club and villa built by Gu Beilou with all his might, and it is even more luxurious than the Shanshui Group.

"Uncle Yang, Uncle Wang!"

Gu Beilou put his hands on the shoulders of the two elderly men in suits, as if he were the elder. "My Chen family is determined to win this demolition project for the old city subway line."

"If my two uncles can be lenient and cooperate with Hanyuan City Construction to complete the bidding process, they will certainly receive their generous gift."

"good."

Chen Qunshan, with the same posture and arrogance, pinned down two older middle-aged men. "President Lu, President Xu, our Chen family is not a domineering and unreasonable bunch. If we have a bowl of soup, you will certainly get a share too."

"Twenty million!"

"Besides cooperating with the bidding process, none of you four need to do anything; each of you will receive 20 million!"

This number is indeed quite large.

But the four guests at the table all had increasingly gloomy expressions.

What are their identities?

They are either local investment tycoons in Jingzhou or heads of urban construction giants in Handong and Jingzhou. When have they ever been threatened like this?

An inner-city subway line, in your hands.

They could obtain profits at least ten times that amount; how could they not be furious?

But the Chen family wielded too much influence, and they dared not offend them easily.

It wasn't out of fear of the two unruly underlings in front of them, but out of respect for the old man of the Chen family.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Chen, I agree."

Lu Wucheng was the first to succumb to the pressure and approve the plan.