Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Early 1990s.

Several years have passed since that financial war that shocked the world.

Under the leadership of Future Technology Group, China's science and technology and industry have taken off in an all-round way, like a giant dragon awakening and looking down on the world.

Meanwhile, across the ocean in the Western world, those once-invincible multinational conglomerates are facing an unprecedented survival crisis.

A top-secret meeting room deep underground on Wall Street in the United States.

The air here seemed to have solidified, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Around the oval conference table sat a dozen or so elderly men with withered faces and gloomy eyes.

They are the true behind-the-scenes controllers of the Western world—the core conglomerate boards of directors representing the lifeline of global energy and heavy industry.

"Gentlemen, take a look at these reports."

The head of the chaebol slammed a thick stack of documents onto the table, his voice hoarse and angry.

"Our chip industry will be completely destroyed by future technologies."

"Our heavy industry companies were acquired by them."

"Even our share in the global shipping network has been squeezed to almost nothing by their damn 'satellite algorithm'!"

The chaebol chairman suddenly stood up, his hands gripping the table tightly, a crazed glint in his eyes.

"We've been pushed to the edge of a cliff!"

"If that Chinese man named Zhang Huaimin is allowed to continue developing his business, within ten years, the entire Western commercial civilization will be completely crushed!"

"We have no way out!"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Everyone understood that conventional business competition and technological blockades were utterly laughable in the face of that godlike young man.

Let's start the "Lights Out" program.

Another elderly man, who controlled 70 percent of the world's oil resources, closed his eyes, his voice icy cold.

"Since they are technically invincible."

"Then we'll cut off all of their country's industry!"

"Use the most fundamental energy lifeline on this planet to force them to hand over their core technologies! Or, turn all their machines into scrap metal!"

With the passage of this resolution.

The entire Western business machine, like a mad dog driven to desperation, sprang into action instantly.

three days later.

The global market has been hit by an unprecedented super tsunami!

International crude oil prices tripled in just twelve hours!

Following this, Western energy oligarchs jointly announced that, citing "maintaining the stability of the global energy market," they would indefinitely halt the export of any form of oil and natural gas, as well as related key industrial refining catalysts, to China!

Not only that.

They even used their enormous financial resources to blockade all international energy transport ships heading to China!

That afternoon.

A spokesperson for the Western financial empire appeared in emergency broadcasts on television stations worldwide.

This is not a business negotiation.

The spokesperson's voice was cold and frantic, carrying a sense of desperate resolve.

"We demand that Future Technology Group unconditionally disclose all of its core data on super energy and precision manufacturing within 24 hours."

"otherwise."

He sneered, and the background image behind him switched to a shut-down giant oil refinery and a blockaded seaport.

"We will impose comprehensive and indefinite energy control over China!"

"Stop your factories! Stop your cars! The countdown begins now!"

boom!

This blatant joint blockade statement was like a meteorite crashing into a calm sea.

The global business community was instantly plunged into an unprecedented state of extreme panic!

Without energy, even the most advanced technology is nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

This is the ultimate disaster that could instantly paralyze a modern industrialized nation!

China.

The atmosphere inside the high-level meeting room was extremely tense.

"This is outrageous! These capitalist robbers dare to threaten us with our energy lifeline!"

Commander Lin Zhentian slammed his fist on the table, trembling with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

"The backbone of us Chinese is unyielding! At worst, we'll tighten our belts and go to the Northwest to mine oil ourselves!"

The senior experts were also indignant, but their eyes betrayed their worry.

The leader sat in the main seat, his face ashen.

He knew that distant water couldn't quench immediate thirst. If the industrial system were to truly grind to a halt due to a power outage, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Connect to the future of technology immediately."

The leader took a deep breath and pressed the secure phone button on the table.

"I want to speak directly with Huaimin."

at this time.

Inside the chairman's office on the top floor of the Future Technology Building in Zhongguancun.

The outside world is in complete chaos, and business channels are filled with unfavorable news.

But here, it was eerily quiet.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing comfortable loungewear.

I'm sitting in front of the large French windows, leisurely sipping a cup of freshly brewed Wuyishan Da Hong Pao tea.

The aroma of tea wafts through the air.

Chen Bing, fully armed and with a bead of cold sweat on his forehead, stood behind him like an iron tower.

"Ring ring—"

The red dedicated phone on the table rang urgently.

Chen Bing quickly answered the phone, listened for a couple of sentences, and his expression became extremely serious.

"Chairman Zhang is a leader."

Zhang Huaimin did not get up, but simply tilted his head slightly.

"Turn on speakerphone."

On the phone, the leader's anxious yet calm voice came through.

"Huaimin! You've seen the situation, haven't you? Those Western tycoons have played all their cards; they're going to strangle us with energy!"

"Our strategic reserves can last for a while, but faced with this kind of global blockade, I'm afraid..."

The leader didn't continue, but the severity of his words was self-evident.

"Huaimin, do you... do you have any other trump cards up your sleeve?"

Faced with an economic apocalypse crisis that could break anyone.

Zhang Huaimin chuckled softly.

He picked up his teacup, blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a small sip.

"Grandpa Leader, please don't worry."

Zhang Huaimin's voice was calm and even, yet it carried an absolute air of dominance that allowed him to control everything.

"That black liquid pumped from underground, does it even deserve to be called our trump card?"

He put down his teacup and looked through the floor-to-ceiling window at the distant other side of the ocean.

"Do you believe it or not?"

"As long as I don't nod."

"Their proud 'energy hegemony' can't even start a tractor."

The leader on the other end of the phone was stunned.

It can't even start a tractor?

That's the world's oil lifeline! How could it possibly be controlled?

"Huaimin, this is no time for jokes!" the leader said urgently.

"I never joke."

Zhang Huaimin stood up and walked to the huge holographic projection control panel.

He ignored the gasps of surprise on the other end of the phone.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

Consciousness instantly sank into the vast, deep space of the system.

There are less than five minutes left until the ultimatum set by the Western financial magnates.

Wall Street, the underground command center of a conglomerate of financial magnates.

The chaebol chairman's face was contorted with rage, and his right hand was already hovering over the red button that represented the complete cutoff of energy supply.

"Countdown: Thirty seconds!"

"Twenty-nine seconds!"

The only sound in the entire command center was the cold, ticking countdown.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the business storm to arrive.

And in the office of futuristic technology.

Zhang Huaimin slowly opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a chillingly dark blue data stream.

His slender fingers lightly traced a line on the empty holographic keyboard.

"System, lock onto the nodes of the global basic fossil energy chain."

"Extracting the characteristics of higher-order matter for reconstruction: 'energy molecule inert field'."