Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

Everyone was stunned by Lin Yang's sudden act of violence.

Smith roared angrily, "Are you crazy?! Do you know how much money we'll lose if we stop this production line for even a minute?!"

Lin Yang casually tossed the wrench onto the ground, making a crisp echo.

He turned around and approached Smith step by step. The steely killing intent forged in the crucible of death instantly instilled a suffocating fear in Smith.

"Losing money? Mr. Smith, you seem to have misunderstood something."

Lin Yang's voice was deep and imposing, his fluent English echoing in the empty workshop, carrying an arrogant and domineering will.

"The rare earth raw materials in the core electronic control chip of this machine that you are so proud of come from mines in China, and the cheap rubber you use to assemble these cars is exported to you by us at extremely low prices!"

Lin Yang approached Smith and pressed his finger heavily against Smith's chest.

"You used our raw materials to build these machines, and then you turn around and laugh at us for only knowing how to tighten screws? Do you really think your technological barriers are invincible?"

Lin Yang suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping sharply over the Chinese officials behind him who had been hanging their heads and looking inferior.

"All of you, lift your heads!"

Lin Yang let out a deafening roar.

"No matter how advanced this machine is, it's still made of iron! It was designed by humans! We're thirty years behind today, so let's use the blood and sweat of one or two generations to make up for it! We're not here to worship their idols, but to see clearly where the base of this idol is, and then go back and smash it to pieces with our own hands!"

Lin Yang's voice was like a resounding bell, completely shattering the fear and inferiority complex in the hearts of these officials.

Pei Yihong was the first to stand up straight. His bloodshot eyes burned with an unyielding industrial fervor. He gripped the notebook tightly, as if it were not paper and pen, but a bomb capable of destroying the enemy.

"Mr. Smith."

Lin Yang looked at Smith, whose face had turned pale, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Remember what I said today. Twenty years from now, when your cars can't be sold in the Chinese market, when your robotic arms are completely obsolete due to Chinese manufacturing, you will understand what kind of great nation you are laughing at today."

After saying that, Lin Yang didn't waste any more words. He suddenly flicked the hem of his black trench coat, turned around, and strode towards the workshop door.

"Pei Yihong, everyone, back to the hotel!"

Nighttime, N City, inside an inconspicuous business hotel.

Outside the window, the dazzling neon lights of this capitalist heart city shimmered.

But the floor that the Chinese delegation had booked was eerily quiet.

No one went out shopping, and no one went to experience the so-called capitalist prosperity.

Lights were on in every official's room.

They hunched over their desks, their eyes red and swollen, their pens scribbling furiously on the paper. Tears mingled with sweat, dripping onto the pages.

What they saw and heard during the day completely shattered their old worldview.

The humiliation of falling behind others, the extreme panic and resentment after seeing the gap, transformed into an unstoppable force, forcing them to painfully reflect in the dead of night and frantically draw up a blueprint for the future reform of their province.

In Pei Yihong's room.

He was shirtless, with a pile of papers covered in sketches in front of him. He was using his astonishing memory to reconstruct the hydraulic transmission structure of the robotic arm. The pen tip had already pierced several sheets of paper from the excessive force, but he was oblivious, his eyes like those of a lone wolf sharpening its fangs in the dark.

In a luxury suite at the very back of the floor.

Lin Yang was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of unsweetened black coffee.

The door to the room was pushed open silently.

A woman wearing a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed hat flashed in like a ghost.

She took off her hat, revealing a capable and mature face.

It was Lou Xiao'e who secretly flew from Hong Kong to North America.

"Godfather." Lou Xiao'e locked the door, walked quickly to Lin Yang, lowered her voice, and her tone revealed an undisguised excitement.

"The task you assigned has been completed."

Lou Xiao'e took out a very discreet miniature metal film canister from the inside pocket of her trench coat and solemnly placed it on the coffee table in front of Lin Yang.

"Through the twelve offshore shell companies I registered in the Cayman Islands, I successfully bypassed their financial regulations. We took advantage of a severe steelworkers' strike crisis in the country to secretly short two of their bankrupt companies that were responsible for the research and development of high-precision CNC machine tools."

Lou Xiao'e pointed at the film reel box, her eyes flashing with the sharpness of a business assassin.

"Inside are the core source code of those two companies' five-axis CNC systems, as well as the complete set of servo motor design drawings for the next generation of industrial robots. I spent a full twenty million US dollars in 'public relations fees' to get in touch with their senior technical executives. These drawings have been completely 'accidentally destroyed' in their database."

Lin Yang looked at the metal roll-up box on the coffee table.

This was the true, ultimate purpose behind his organizing of this grand official inspection tour.

Mingxiu plank road, dark Chencang.

By using a high-profile official visit and confrontation, they drew the attention of all of M country's industries and security intelligence agencies. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Lou Xiao'e, like a poisoned dagger, viciously ripped out their most vulnerable industrial heart.

"Is it clean?" Lin Yang picked up his coffee, took a sip, and asked with a deep gaze.

"Absolutely clean. The funds went through four layers of transnational money laundering agencies, and all the shell companies were deregistered yesterday. Even if their FBI intervenes, they can only find a bunch of bankrupt debt bills, and it will absolutely not involve the Ministry of Heavy Industry."

Lou Xiao'e answered confidently.

"very good."

Lin Yang put down his coffee cup.

He slowly stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the suite.

Outside the window lies N City, a dazzling, star-studded metropolis that never sleeps, a pinnacle of prosperity that the capitalist world is proud of.

Lin Yang stretched out his right hand and pulled an old-fashioned pure copper lighter from his coat pocket.

He gripped the metal film cartridge, which contained the key to changing the fate of China's industry for the next thirty years, tightly in the palm of his left hand.

Then, Lin Yang raised the lighter in his right hand and flicked it with his thumb.

"Click".

A bright and blazing flame suddenly ignited in the dark room.

The sharp, angular profile of Lin Yang, as if carved by a knife and axe, made him appear like an iron-blooded war god who ruled the fate of the nation.

He brought the flame close to his mouth and lit the cigarette between his fingers.

Then, Lin Yang flicked his wrist, slamming the lighter shut with a crisp metallic clang.

With a cigarette between his fingers, he pushed open the solid wood door of the suite without turning his head.

I strode into the endless, deep night of North America.

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