Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Geneva, at the International Semiconductor Summit.

The spotlights, like bursts of blinding lightning, illuminated the entire venue as bright as day.

Tech giants, political figures, and hundreds of foreign journalists from around the world crowded around the huge circular conference table.

On the big screen, a bold English title was prominently displayed.

Signing Ceremony of the Global Silicon Materials Export Control Agreement.

Amidst enthusiastic applause.

Several CEOs representing the semiconductor monopolies of Silicon Valley signed their names on the document with beaming smiles.

The core content of this agreement consists of only one clause:

A complete ban is imposed on the export of any grade of silicon wafers and related lithography equipment to China, especially to the recently rising "Future Technology Group"!

"Mr. John, does the signing of this agreement signify that the Western world has officially begun a technological strangulation of China?"

A blond, blue-eyed American reporter eagerly handed the microphone to a slightly overweight white elderly man in the main seat.

This is Paul John, CEO of Intel, Silicon Valley's largest chip manufacturing company.

They are also the main driving force behind this "silicon-based blockade".

John adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, a haughty smile playing on his lips.

"Strangle? No, no, no, Mr. Reporter, you're using too strong a word."

John leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, adopting the posture of a condescending almsgiver.

"We are simply trying to protect a level playing field for global intellectual property rights."

"That 'Future Technology' company in China managed to produce a somewhat interesting LCD monitor by sheer luck."

"But are they attempting to directly challenge our decades of technological accumulation in the core field of semiconductors?"

John chuckled coldly and shook his head.

"This is like an ant trying to shake a tree; it's an overestimation of their own strength."

"Without our silicon wafers and our lithography machines, their factories are just piles of scrap metal!"

John's words drew laughter from the audience.

In the eyes of these Western capitalists, China is still a backward country that only knows how to farm and make steel.

Developing high-end chips? Maybe in your next life!

At that moment, an Asian-looking aide standing behind John stepped forward and took the microphone.

The man was dressed in a sharp suit, and his eyes revealed a sinister and smug look.

It was Sato Ichiro who suffered a major defeat at the Red Star Factory and was forced to return to Japan!

He relied on his limited understanding of China and his efforts to cater to the tastes of Western capital.

Now, he has transformed himself into a "senior advisor on China policy" for the Silicon Valley Semiconductor Alliance.

"Dear journalists!"

Sato Ichiro cleared his throat and shouted loudly in fluent English.

"I used to work in China, I know that country all too well!"

"They can't even handle the most basic purification process, let alone manufacture precision wafers at the nanometer level!"

Ichiro Sato pointed at the camera, his eyes filled with the pleasure and madness of revenge.

"That young man named Zhang Huaimin is nothing but a swindler who knows a few tricks!"

"His 'Future Technology Group' is a complete joke!"

"I dare say, under our absolute blockade..."

"The Chinese can't even manufacture the most basic chip!"

"Their only way out is to kneel before us, hand over all their technological patents, and beg for our forgiveness!"

Sato's words were extremely malicious, full of provocation and insult.

The foreign journalists in the audience, like sharks smelling blood, frantically recorded these remarks that could ignite public opinion.

Several unscrupulous Western betting companies had even started offering odds at the event.

Bet on Future Technology Group: can it survive three days or go bankrupt in a week amidst the supply disruption crisis?

At this summit, the Chinese delegation was seated in the far corner.

Several Chinese foreign trade officials and technical experts looked at the aggressive Western oligarchs on the stage.

Their faces turned ashen, they trembled with rage, yet they had no way to refute them.

In this era where silicon reigns supreme.

They've cut off your access to raw materials, so you don't even have the right to defend yourself!

This profound sense of humiliation weighs on the heart of every Chinese person, like a boulder.

The summit has concluded.

In the luxurious lounge.

John picked up a glass of champagne and clinked it heavily with Ichiro Sato.

"Cheers, Mr. Sato. Your speech was excellent."

John took a sip of his drink, his eyes gleaming with capitalist greed.

"Once we destroy that future technology, China's massive home appliance market will become our cash cow!"

Sato Ichiro also laughed smugly.

"Don't worry, Mr. John, I know the Chinese too well. They are weak at heart."

"In two days at most, Zhang Huaimin will come crying to us begging to buy his factory because it has stopped operating and his cash flow has dried up."

The two were in the lounge, dreaming of dividing up the Chinese market.

It's as if I can already see the tragic scene of the future technology building collapsing.

however.

They didn't know.

At the same time that the Geneva Summit concluded.

China, the capital city.

No. 1 Zhongguancun Street, Future Technology Group Headquarters Building.

There was none of the wailing and lamentation of work stoppage that Ichiro Sato had imagined, nor any panic over a funding shortfall.

On the contrary, an unprecedented carnival and storm is taking place here!

In the huge plaza in front of the main entrance of the building.

The news must have leaked out somewhere, because thousands of people have already gathered here!

The cameras and microphones, long and short, formed a steel forest.

Not only major domestic media outlets, but also foreign journalists stationed in Beijing flocked to the city like mad dogs.

The sheer number of people caused traffic jams on several surrounding streets.

Traffic police had to deploy a large number of officers to maintain order.

And what triggered this unprecedented media earthquake was...

Simply because.

Ten minutes ago.

The official spokesperson for Future Technology Group, who is also the newly appointed CEO, is Yu Li.

A minimalist electronic invitation was sent to technology media outlets worldwide.

The background of the invitation is a deep starry sky.

In the very center, there was only one line of Chinese characters shimmering with a purple-gold light:

"Future Technology Global New Product Launch Conference, tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM."

"Leaping into the Silicon-Based Era: The Birth of 'Black Tortoise'!"