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Sand Dune Road.

Sequoia Capital headquarters.

The air inside the meeting room was even more oppressive than the smog outside.

Just ten minutes earlier, Mark, the partner who had mocked Lin Che at the party for "having water in his brain," had smashed his favorite coffee cup.

The ground was covered with ceramic shards.

It perfectly mirrors the shattered hearts of Silicon Valley capitalists right now.

"Idiots! A bunch of idiots!"

Mark pointed at the screen and roared at the room full of investment managers.

His tie was crooked, his face was red and his neck was thick; he had completely lost his usual elite demeanor.

"Can anyone tell me why that Chinese guy was able to buy Open-V a week early? Why didn't anyone stop him? Why did that idiot Smith approve it?"

No one dared to speak.

Everyone had their heads down, staring at the tablets in their hands.

The screen displays the latest valuation model for Open-V.

The instant ARM announced the supply cut.

This originally worthless open-source architecture has had its valuation curve stretched into a vertical straight line.

It is the only antidote.

It is the only chip architecture in the world that is not subject to US export control regulations.

And now.

The bottle of antidote was put into the pocket of the "fool" they regarded.

"Boss..."

A young analyst raised his hand shakily.

"Lin Che is here."

"What?"

"He was downstairs. He said... he said you invited him yesterday to talk about the business of recycling 'space debris'."

Mark's pupils contracted sharply.

humiliation.

This is blatant humiliation.

But he didn't get angry.

Instead, she took a deep breath and forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Please invite him up."

Mark straightened his tie.

His eyes turned sinister.

"No, I will go to pick him up myself. No matter how much it costs, we must buy back that framework. We must not let the Chinese have the power to make the rules."

……

The conference room door was pushed open.

Lin Che walked in.

He was still wearing that well-tailored suit, but his aura had completely changed.

He was no longer the drunken Gatsby.

It was a lion that had just had a hearty meal.

Xie Yu followed behind him, carrying the black briefcase in his hand.

Even in Sequoia's territory, he kept the bag close at hand, never leaving its side.

"Mr. Lin! A rare guest! A rare guest!"

Mark went up to him, even extending his hands, as if he had seen a long-lost brother.

"We didn't have a good chat at yesterday's party, so I'm treating you to a cup of coffee today."

Lin Che did not reach out.

He walked straight to the head seat.

Pull out the chair.

sit down.

Then he crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

His movements were fluid and graceful, yet extremely arrogant.

"I won't drink the coffee."

Lin Che exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke sprayed onto Mark's hypocritical face.

"I heard you want to recycle my 'trash'?"

Mark's smile froze on his face.

He waved his hand, signaling the others to leave.

Only the three of them remained in the meeting room.

"Let's not beat around the bush."

Mark stopped smiling and sat down opposite Lin Che.

The oppressive feeling of being a top capitalist was instantly released.

"Mr. Lin, we underestimated you. That Open-V contract was well done."

"You flatter me."

Five hundred million US dollars.

Mark held out a hand.

There was no build-up whatsoever.

They just throw money at it.

"As long as you're willing to transfer, $500 million in cash will be in your account immediately. You only spent $30 million three days ago, and you've earned $470 million in three days. This is the highest rate of return on Wall Street."

Lin Che smiled.

He flicked off his cigarette ash.

"Mark, do you think I'm short of money?"

"One billion."

Mark increased the stakes without batting an eye.

"This is the bottom line. Even an IPO wouldn't be this bad. Mr. Lin, you can't be too greedy. With this money, you can buy half of California's coastline."

One billion US dollars.

This amount of money would drive any ordinary businessman crazy.

But Lin Che simply shook his head.

There was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Mark, it seems you still don't understand."

Lin Che leaned forward.

Those dark eyes were fixed on Mark.

"Yesterday, Warwick was cut off from its supply."

"Today, all the tech companies in China are looking for backup plans."

"Do you think I'd sell a ton of gold to you if I had a bottle of water and you offered me a ton of gold, even if I was dying of thirst?"

Mark's expression changed.

It turned ashen.

"That's American technology!"

Mark lowered his voice, his tone threatening.

"Lin Che, don't forget where you are. This is America. Although CFIUS has approved it, we can reopen the investigation, we can freeze your assets, and even... make sure you can't leave this room."

See the picture poorly.

This is the true face of capital.

If you can't buy it, you'll steal it.

Xie Yu's hand instantly reached for his waist.

Although there were no guns there, his muscles were taut to the extreme.

Lin Che, however, remained relaxed.

He took out a piece of paper.

That's a copy of the CFIUS approval order.

With a "snap".

It was slammed on the table.

"investigation?"

Lin Che pointed to the red seal.

"This is stamped by your Treasury Department, it's in black and white, what, is the US government trying to renege on its debt?"

As for whether or not they can get out...

Lin Che glanced at his watch.

"It's 8 PM Beijing time now."

"If I don't call home half an hour later..."

Lin Che raised his head, revealing a devilish smile.

"The source code for that architecture will be automatically released in all open-source communities around the world, free of charge."

"By then, it won't just be Chinese people who have it."

"Russians will have it, Iranians will have it, everyone will have it."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Cold sweat trickled down Mark's forehead.

He lost.

We lost completely.

If it were a business game, he would have a hundred ways to destroy Lin Che.

But he was helpless in the face of this "suicidal" threat.

Because what Lin Che held in his hand was not a product intended to make money.

It's a nuclear button designed to save lives.

"You're crazy."

Mark slumped into his chair, gritting his teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Lin Che stood up.

Extinguish the cigarette.

"Remember to watch the news."

"The real show is just beginning."

……

Step out of the Sequoia Building.

The outside world has changed dramatically.

As soon as the phone was turned on, countless news notifications flooded in like a tsunami.

[Reuters: Google confirms suspension of some business cooperation with Warwick; new devices will not be able to use the Play Store.]

[Xinhua News Agency: A spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs stated that China will take all necessary measures to safeguard the legitimate rights and interests of Chinese enterprises.]

[Top trending topic on Weibo: #Warwick'sDarkestHour#]

Every word exudes a suffocating despair.

Lin Che sat in the car.

Looking out the window at the gloomy sky.

He can feel it.

Across the ocean, a nation of 1.4 billion people is currently shrouded in a profound sense of anger and powerlessness.

That's the suffocating feeling of someone choking you.

Technology blockade.

Chip supply disruption.

This is the most brutal strangulation in modern warfare.

"Boss..."

Xie Yu looked at his phone, his eyes a little red.

"The internet in China is in an uproar. Everyone's asking, 'Do we have a backup plan? Do we have a Plan B?'"

"Has Warwick not made a statement yet?" Lin Che asked.

No, they're still silent.

"They are waiting."

Lin Che took out the satellite phone.

My fingers traced the dial key.

"Waiting for a bullet."

"Wait for a signal."

This moment.

Lin Che is no longer the opportunist who was adept at maneuvering in Silicon Valley.

He is a soldier.

He held in his hand the only spear that could pierce through this darkness.

"drive."

"Where to?"

"Back to the hotel."

Lin Che pressed the dial button.

His eyes became incredibly determined.

"It's time to give that old man at HiSilicon a call."

"Tell him."

"Noah's Ark, we've arrived."