Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 47 Crossing the Red Line of Military Industry Secrets! While the bigwig is still drinking whiskey and dreaming, the national leadership is already furious!

The phone hangs up.

The second phone call.

"Didn't Hengchuang Data's CT0 just leave last month?"

"Sign him. Triple his salary. I'll cover the penalty for breach of contract."

"Then we'll poach the entire core technology team from Hengchuang."

"Whether I'm happy or not doesn't matter. As long as I get paid."

The third phone call.

"Those government orders from Yuntu Information—"

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"Give a heads-up to the purchasing department."

"Have them reassess the supplier's qualifications."

"The kind that's reasonable and legal."

Three phone calls.

Less than five minutes.

Three battlefronts were launched simultaneously.

Shen Che put down his phone.

He closed his eyes again.

The corners of his mouth even curled up slightly.

That was an expression he rarely showed.

Like a hunter who has already smelled the blood of his prey.

That afternoon.

Lin Qiming, CEO of Galaxy Technology, sat in his office.

There was a document on the table.

The acquisition offer from Panshi Group.

The price is 15% higher than last month's.

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The numbers are tempting.

But Lin Qiming did not laugh.

Because the last page of the document—

"Acceptance period: 48 hours."

48 hours.

It's not 48 working days.

It's not 48 days.

It is 48 hours.

This is not an acquisition.

This is called an ultimatum.

Lin Qiming closed the file.

He rubbed his temples.

He worked in the business world for fifteen years.

He knew Shen Che's style.

48 hours later—

If he doesn't sign—

What awaited him was not a "second round of negotiations".

Instead, it was a relentless, blanket, and ruthless crushing by the Panshi Group, using all its resources.

Poach talent. Control prices. Lock down distribution channels. File lawsuits.

Shen Che won't bargain with you.

He only gives you two choices—

Sell ​​it to me.

Or die.

Lin Qiming stared at the horizon outside the window for a long time.

Then he picked up the phone.

He called the CEOs of two other competitors.

"Old Zhang, Old Liu, you received it too, right?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"received."

"Same conditions. Same 48 hours."

The three of them fell silent.

A tacit understanding of despair permeated the air.

They all knew—

Shen Che is about to get serious.

But they couldn't withstand it.

at the same time.

On the same day that these three CEOs were in a state of utter chaos.

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Something happened that no one noticed.

Very small.

So small as to be almost negligible.

Beijing.

A gray office building without a sign.

In an office without windows.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt—

He opened a letter on the table.

The envelope is the most common kind of kraft paper envelope.

No sender's address.

No signature.

Postmark display—

Sent from Yunzhou.

He opened the envelope.

Inside is a USB flash drive.

And a note.

There was only one line of text on the note.

Handwritten.

The handwriting is neat and legible.

It looks like it was written by someone with immense self-control.

He finished reading that line of text.

There was a five-second silence.

Then-

He plugged the USB drive into the dedicated computer that wasn't connected to the internet.

The screen lit up.

The file directory popped up.

His pupils slowly constricted.

Because he saw the filenames in the directory—

Each filename is like the fuse of a bomb.

And his hands—

He was holding that match.

There are three folders on the USB drive.

First folder —

It's called "market manipulation".

Inside is an extremely detailed document.

How detailed?

Over the past decade, how has PanShi Group systematically eliminated competitors through malicious pricing, exclusive agreements, bundled sales, and suppression of upstream and downstream suppliers?

Each piece of evidence, including time, location, amount, participants, and screenshots of internal emails, is marked with its source and cross-verification method.

It's so professional, it looks like it was compiled by an internal legal team.

The second folder —

The name is "Data Security".

There is a set of technical analysis reports inside.

The report shows—

PanShi Group's cloud computing platform illegally collected data from multiple institutions and military enterprises over the past three years.

And sensitive data of critical infrastructure operators.

This is not your average business data.

It is classified.

It crossed the red line.

It was the thickest red line that was touched.

The third folder is named "Malicious Merger".

Inside are the files of the more than forty companies that were swallowed up by the Pan Shi Group over the past decade.

The process of each company being acquired.

The shady dealings behind every "legal" acquisition.

The fate of every founder who is driven to the brink of despair.

include-

three years ago.

Yunqi Technology.

Founder Chen Mingyuan.

The person who jumped off the roof of the company building.

There is an audio recording in the folder.

The recording features Shen Che's voice.

very clear.

Very peaceful.

"I want Chen Mingyuan's company. It doesn't matter whether he signs or not. If he doesn't sign—let him know the consequences of not signing."

The date of this recording—

It was a week before Chen Mingyuan jumped off the building.

The man in the white shirt finished reading all the documents.

He took off his glasses.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Then he did two things.

The first item—

He picked up the red phone on the table.

"it's me."

-

The sound was very soft.

But there was a weight in his tone that didn't belong to an ordinary civil servant.

"We just received a batch of materials. PanShi Group."

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"Yes. It involves market monopolies, data security, and..."

He paused for a second.

"Confidential information."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then he said two words.

"Report it."

The second thing—

He opened the drawer.

Take out a file folder.

Seal the USB drive inside.

He signed his name and the date on the seal.

Then it was locked in the safe.

That evening.

The third and fourth floors of that gray office building—

The lights stayed on all night.

Shen Che was unaware of these things.

He was at his private club on Beijing's financial district.

Sipping a glass of single malt whisky.

Three messages were displayed on the phone screen.

Reports from three fronts.

Frontline 1: "Lin Qiming of Galaxy Technology has relented, requesting an extension of the deadline to two weeks. This has been rejected, and the deadline remains at 48 hours."

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Frontline Two: "Hengchuang Data has made contact with CTO. Their intention is clear. Seven members of the team are willing to switch jobs. Contracts will be sent out tomorrow."

Frontline Three: "We've already arranged for someone to communicate with YunTu Information regarding their government orders. Changes are expected this week."

Shen Che finished reading it.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Everything is going according to plan.

Three months?

He felt that a month would be enough.

He put down his phone.

He raised his glass.

The amber-colored liquid swayed slightly under the light.

He took a sip.

Then she closed her eyes.

Shen Che was calm at this moment.

Determined.

It can even be pleasurable.

Because in his mind, there is no transaction in the world that he cannot handle.

There is no opponent he cannot defeat.

There is nothing he cannot buy.

Twenty years have passed.

There have never been any exceptions.

He didn't believe that a dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of a mountain could change that fact.

Those three incense sticks—

He simply performed an interesting ceremony in an interesting place.

That's it.