I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

The warehouse gate in the mining area was a heavy, rusted iron door.

The rough, industrial-era feel of the work clashed sharply with the expensive suits worn by the inspection team members.

The warehouse was filled with the mixed smell of engine oil and old dust.

Dr. Smith stood in front of the closed door, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Is this your vault?"

He turned to look at Chen Xi, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Or is this just a junkyard? A place specifically for hiding the tons of junk you salvaged from old planes?"

A burst of laughter erupted around them.

That was the laughter of the victors.

In their view, this farce is nearing its end.

As long as this door is opened and the truth is revealed—either empty or filled with counterfeit goods—China's stock market will collapse, and their sanctions will strangle this giant.

Chen Xi did not speak.

He just stared at Smith quietly, as if he were watching a clown putting on a great show.

"Old Li."

Chen Xi uttered two words softly.

Li Guobang stepped forward, his large, calloused hand grasping the doorknob.

He took a deep breath.

A sudden burst of power.

Squeak—Boom!

The heavy iron gate slid slowly to both sides with the creaking of the hinges.

That instant.

It was as if a ray of light suddenly pierced out from hell or heaven.

The crowd, who had been laughing, suddenly fell silent.

It felt as if someone had suddenly grabbed my throat.

It wasn't as dilapidated as I had expected.

It wasn't as spacious as I had imagined.

In that huge warehouse, with a ceiling height of over ten meters.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the door, spilling onto the floor and refracting into a dazzling, mesmerizing silvery-gray glow.

That's the sea.

A solid, metallic sea, gleaming with a cold, chilling light.

It stretches from the entrance all the way to the end of the line of sight.

The entire warehouse floor was covered with silver-gray metal bricks, so much so that small hills had been piled up in the corners.

A deathly silence.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Dr. Smith's smile froze instantly, then cracked into extreme terror.

His pupils contracted sharply, as if he had seen the most incredible ghost in the world.

"This...this is..."

His lips trembled as he tried to deny the wildly screaming idea in his mind.

impossible.

That's absolutely impossible.

If this is true, it means that all the rhenium in the world combined wouldn't be enough to pave half of this ground!

"Doesn't this look familiar?"

Chen Xi's voice echoed in the empty warehouse, carrying a hint of languor and hoarseness.

He walked in slowly, his leather shoes making a crisp, rhythmic "tap-tap" sound on the metal floor.

Each strike felt like stepping on the heart of these Western elites.

"This is the thing that you're trading in the futures market, where it's going to fetch a thousand dollars a gram."

"impossible!!"

The French representative screamed, his voice becoming shrill and distorted.

"This is lead! This is aluminum alloy! This is fake!"

He rushed in like a madman, completely disregarding any gentlemanly manners, and knelt down on the ground.

With trembling hands, he turned on the precision mass spectrometer he carried with him.

The probe was firmly pressed against the "floor tile" beneath its feet.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that small display screen.

That was the last hope.

It was also the final despair.

drop--

The instrument emitted a crisp beep.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, synthesized electronic voice pronounced the death sentence.

[Component analysis complete.]

[Metal: Rhenium.]

Purity: 99.9999%.

boom!

These figures were like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the skull of the French representative.

His hand went limp, and the instrument, worth hundreds of thousands, fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Six nines..."

He slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering unconsciously.

"It's six nines..."

It's important to know that the highest purity level circulating on the international market is only 99.99%.

And here.

This strategic metal, with its shockingly high purity, was actually used for paving?!

"I don't believe it! It's definitely just a surface coating!"

Dr. Smith roared, refusing to accept reality.

He pulled a miniature high-energy laser drill from his pocket, his eyes red, and lunged at a pile of metal bricks in the corner.

Sizzle—!

Lasers burn metal, producing a piercing noise.

He drilled frantically, trying to find even the slightest impurity or evidence that the interior was made of lead.

One centimeter.

Two centimeters.

Five centimeters.

It was still that pure, despair-inducing silver-gray.

It's still rhenium.

Even if you drill through it, it's still rhenium.

Dr. Smith's hands began to tremble violently, and the drill bit slipped, burning a hole in his expensive suit without him noticing.

His worldview collapsed at that moment.

Their proud technological blockade and their meticulously planned financial predatory schemes appear like a ridiculous joke in the face of this silver ocean.

Chen Xi stood not far away, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't light it.

He looked at the Western scientific luminary kneeling on the ground, sweating profusely and appearing almost insane, with an indifferent gaze as if he were looking at an ant.

"Stop drilling, Doctor."

Chen Xi spoke softly, his tone steady, yet his voice clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

"That piece won't do."

Dr. Smith looked up abruptly, a final glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.

"So you admit it's fake?!"

"No."

Chen Xi shook his head, a cold smile playing on his lips, his face full of disdain.

"That one is defective."

"I didn't control the heat well when I was refining it a few days ago, so the purity is only 99.99%."

"I felt ashamed, so I used it to prop up the table legs."

"Since you like trash, then you can have this piece."

puff--

It was as if I could hear the sound of blood vessels bursting.

Dr. Smith opened his mouth wide and let out a hissing sound like a bellows leaking air.

Only four nines?

Rubbish?

Use it to prop up table legs?

These words are more damaging than any of the facts mentioned earlier.

This is blatant humiliation.

This is to throw the dignity of Western industry on the ground, crush it underfoot, and spit on it.

"you……"

Dr. Smith pointed at Chen Xi, his fingers trembling violently.

He was both angry and frightened.

He suddenly realized that they might not be able to leave this warehouse today.

Or rather, they are able to get out.

But their souls, their pride, and the future of their country will remain here.