The richest man started taking advantage of loopholes after joining Alibaba.

The restaurant was deathly silent.

Only television news continues to tirelessly broadcast that list that is worthy of being recorded in history.

"Warwick...Entity List...Supply Cut-off..."

Each word was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into Thomas's skull.

His fork was still on the plate, making a jarring, trembling sound.

"A ship...a ​​ticket?"

Thomas looked at Lynch.

His brain was still malfunctioning.

As a Silicon Valley speculator, he has very little sensitivity to technology, but his sense of "monopoly" and "scarcity" is top-notch.

When all roads are blocked.

The only remaining road was paved with gold.

"Buzz—"

Thomas's phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Like they've gone mad.

That was a call from his partner.

Then came the second, the third...

The names flashing on the screen are all Silicon Valley investment tycoons.

Even through the screen, you could feel that furious rage.

Thomas answered the first call with trembling hands.

"Thomas! You idiot! You sold Open-V?! Are you stupid?! Sequoia just called to say it's the only architecture currently exempt from US export controls! The only solution! Its valuation has increased a hundredfold! A hundredfold!"

A roar leaked from the receiver.

It shattered the restaurant's tranquility.

One hundred times.

Thomas's face turned deathly pale instantly, losing all color.

That's three billion US dollars.

Just yesterday, he was smugly pleased with himself for a mere 30 million, thinking he had gotten rid of a burden.

They even opened champagne to celebrate.

"No...no..."

Thomas was rambling incoherently.

"That's garbage...that's unwanted open-source code..."

"Are you a pig? ARM has cut off supplies! Intel has cut off supplies! All the tech companies in China are scrambling for alternatives like mad dogs! And you! You sold your only alternative to a Chinese person!"

The phone hangs up.

The blind call slapped Thomas across the face like a blow.

He looked up sharply.

Looking at Lin Che, who was leisurely drinking coffee.

In that instant, all fear transformed into extreme greed and rage.

"You lied to me!"

Thomas suddenly stood up.

The chair was knocked over and fell to the ground.

"Lin Che! You despicable liar! You knew all along! You're a spy! This contract is invalid! I'm suing you! I'm tearing it up!"

Thomas charged at Lincher like a bull with bloodshot eyes.

He wanted to take back that folder.

Even if we can't take it back, we'll tear this Chinese man who made a fool of him to shreds.

however.

He didn't even touch the hem of Lin Che's clothes.

"Bang!"

An arm dressed in a black suit came out horizontally.

It clamped down on Thomas's neck like a pair of iron clamps.

It's Xie Yu.

At this moment, this usually gentle and refined assistant revealed the ruthlessness of someone who was Lin Che's confidant.

With a single effort, he slammed the 180-pound Thomas onto the dining table.

His cheeks were pressed out of shape, pressed tightly against the plate of unfinished bacon.

His face was covered in oil stains.

"Ah—let me go! I'm an American citizen! I'm calling the police!"

Thomas struggled desperately, kicking his legs wildly in the air.

The surrounding diners gasped and scattered.

Someone took out their phone to film.

But in such top-tier hotels, security arrives even faster.

However, they were blocked by two other Chinese bodyguards.

Lin Che did not move.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

She simply pulled out a napkin and elegantly wiped away the single drop of coffee that had splashed onto the back of her hand.

"Call the police?"

Lin Che put down the tissue.

Lean forward slightly.

Looking at Thomas, who was being held down on the table.

That look in his eyes was no longer a feigned drunkenness or foolishness.

Instead, it was a condescending indifference, as if looking down at ants.

"Thomas, you've got one thing wrong."

"You voluntarily signed this business contract in accordance with California law."

"You practically begged me to buy it in order to get rid of bad assets."

"Mr. Smith, the CFIUS examiner, personally stamped it."

Lin Che tapped his finger on the table with each sentence he spoke.

"Are you kidding me?"

"When did I ever say I was going to Mars to grow potatoes?"

"That's a lie you're willing to believe because of your arrogance, because you think Chinese people are only fit to play games, only fit to make shirts, only fit to assemble iPhones for you."

Lin Che stood up.

He walked up to Thomas.

She lowered her head and whispered in his ear:

"That 'shovel' you look down on."

"It's mine now."

"Want to back out?"

"It's too late."

Thomas stopped struggling.

His eyes changed from anger to despair.

he knows.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Compliant and legal.

The process was perfect.

Even if the US president were standing here right now, he couldn't overturn this deal that has already taken effect.

Unless they admit they are a robber state, openly robbing private property.

"Let him go."

Lin Che waved his hand.

Xie Yu released his grip.

Thomas slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

He covered his face and burst into tears.

That was the pain of missing out on billions of dollars.

It's worse than killing him.

"Let's go."

Lin Che didn't look at the loser again.

He straightened his suit.

Amidst a chorus of shocked, fearful, and conflicted gazes, he led the people out of the restaurant.

Outside.

The fog got thicker.

Police sirens wailed throughout the streets of San Francisco.

Newsboys were waving extra editions.

The black list was scrolling across all the electronic screens.

The entire Silicon Valley is shaking.

This was the darkest day in the history of science and technology.

It was also the beginning of the collapse of the old order.

Lin Che stood on the steps at the hotel entrance.

Looking at all of this.

The wind tousled his hair.

"Boss."

Xie Yu stood behind him, his voice low.

"News from China: HiSilicon's backup plan has been launched, but they lack the architecture. ARM has just sent a letter suspending all technical support."

"Huawei is now an isolated island."

"Um."

Lin Che took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

I lit one.

The flames flickered in the wind, but eventually they stubbornly ignited.

He took a deep breath.

The smell of nicotine filled his lungs, which relaxed his tense nerves a little.

"An isolated island?"

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring.

Watching the smoke dissipate in the mist.

"Then let's build a bridge for this isolated island."

"Notify Jim."

"Open that 'red box' in the Ark Labs."

"Tell him he doesn't need to hide it anymore."

"Starting today."

"Open-V renamed".

Lin Che narrowed his eyes.

My gaze pierced through the ocean, as if I could see that country on the other side of the ocean, tossed about by the storm.

"Call him 'Wall Breaker'."

"Since they built a wall."

"Then let's smash the wall down."

A black armored car slowly pulled up in front of us.

Lin Che stubbed out his cigarette.

I flicked it into the trash can.

"Get in the car."

"Where to?"

"Go and meet those VCs who were laughing at us yesterday."

Lin Che opened the car door.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Now, it's their turn to beg me."

The car door closed.

The black car, like a swimming fish, slid into the chaotic traffic of Silicon Valley.

The hunt is over.

The counterattack has begun.