I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

The A4 paper fell to the ground, and Ma Guoqiang's back slammed heavily against the machine. His legs buckled, and he knelt directly on the oily floor.

The assistant reached out to help, but Ma Guoqiang pushed him away.

Lin Fei stepped forward and snatched the black leather bag from under Ma Guoqiang's arm.

Ma Guoqiang tried to grab it, but Lin Fei kicked him in the shoulder, sending Ma Guoqiang rolling twice on the ground.

Lin Fei unzipped his jacket, took out a stack of documents and several original bank statements, and handed them to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting flipped through two pages and tossed them onto the control panel.

"Three million US dollars to buy a five-hundred-million-dollar order from Jiangnan Heavy Industry, the Mitsui Group has done a very shrewd job." Lin Ting looked at Ma Guoqiang on the ground.

Sweating profusely, Ma Guoqiang scrambled to Lin Ting's feet.

"Grandpa Lin, let's talk this out! I won't investigate this list anymore. I'll take my men back to the province immediately, and I absolutely won't mention terminating the contract!"

Lin Ting tapped his walnut cane on the bluestone ground, making a dull sound.

"Since we're already here, why are we in such a hurry to leave? The prototype is right here; we have to check it today."

Ma Guoqiang was stunned, completely unable to understand Lin Ting's meaning. He looked up at Lin Ting, his voice trembling.

"Old Master Lin, what exactly do you want? The original document is in your hands; are you trying to force me to my death?"

Lin Ting ignored him and turned to look at the testing bureau personnel holding instruments next to him.

"Move all the equipment you brought to the square outside the factory gate."

Lin Fu contacted all the media outlets in the city, and the broadcast van had to arrive within half an hour.

I want the whole province to see whether the Lin family's bearings are up to standard.

The assistant panicked and jumped out, pointing at Lin Ting.

"This is against the rules! There's no precedent in the province for public quality inspections. You're threatening state officials! Can you take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

Lin Fei slammed the baton in his hand directly onto the iron frame next to his assistant, sending sparks flying.

The assistant was so frightened that he shut his mouth, took several steps back, and bumped into several other testing personnel.

Ma Guoqiang gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and patted the oil stains off his pants.

"Lin Ting, don't be so arrogant. In the public test, if the data doesn't meet the standards, your Lin family's reputation will be completely ruined."

Even if you have dirt on me, those people in the province won't let you off the hook.

Lin Ting sat back down in his chair and picked up a cup of hot tea from the side.

"No need for Director Ma to worry. If the test results don't meet the standards, Hongtu Factory will be shut down immediately."

If the test results are satisfactory, Director Ma will have to personally sign the acceptance certificate in front of the provincial media.

Otherwise, this original document would be on the provincial discipline inspection commission's desk tomorrow.

Ma Guoqiang stared intently at the photocopy, and after weighing the pros and cons, he could only nod.

"Alright, I'll test it! Don't blame me for not giving Jiangnan Heavy Industry any face later!"

Half an hour later, at Hongtu Square.

Personnel from the provincial testing bureau assembled the heavy-duty pressure testing machine and the high-precision coordinate measuring machine.

Several machines were powered on and began to hum.

Three broadcast vans from the city's television station drove into the factory area, and reporters ran off with their cameras, aiming their long lenses and microphones at the testing platform.

Reporters from several mainstream newspapers in the city also arrived, crowding at the front with recording pens.

Old Wei carefully placed the silver-gray high-end special bearing prototype on the left side of the test bench.

He then beckoned over several technicians, who carried a well-packaged Mitsui original bearing and placed it on the right side.

Lin Ting stood on the steps, twirling a walnut in his hand. Old Wei leaned over and reported in a low voice.

"Grandpa, I just disassembled this original Mitsui machine and found a big problem."

The thickness of their heat-resistant coating is incorrect. According to our current materials science calculations, the maximum temperature resistance is at most 400 degrees Celsius.

The 600 degrees Celsius figure listed in their manual is absolutely fabricated; these foreign devils are faking it on core parameters.

Old Wei spoke with certainty, holding a Mitsui instruction manual in his hand.

Lin Ting looked at the Mitsui bearing.

"Today we'll only test the pressure resistance. As for the high temperature, let them reveal it themselves. We can't use all our cards at once."

Old Wei nodded and walked back to the testing station.

Ma Guoqiang stood in front of the camera, his face pale and his forehead covered in sweat.

Lin Fu held up a megaphone and shouted to the entire audience.

"Today, Director Ma of the Provincial Construction Commission personally inspected the new special bearings at Hongtu Factory. To ensure fairness, we will compare them with similar products from the Mitsui Group. Director Ma, please order the machine to start!"

The reporters' flashes were so bright they were blinding.

Ma Guoqiang forced himself to speak, his voice ringing through the microphone. "Test the Mitsui product first. Set the pressure to one hundred tons."

The testing personnel placed the Mitsui bearing into the hydraulic press. The pressure plate slowly descended, and the readings on the display screen rapidly increased.

Fifty tons, eighty tons, ninety tons.

At 100 tons, the Mitsui bearing emitted a metallic squeaking sound, the balls deformed slightly, and a small crack appeared in the outer casing.

The inspector announced loudly, "Mitsui genuine bearing, ultimate pressure resistance 105 tons, meets industry standard. Test complete."

The reporters diligently recorded the data in their notebooks.

Ma Guoqiang swallowed hard, pointing to Hongtu's prototype. "Testing Hongtu's. Set to one hundred tons."

Old Wei pushed the silver-gray prototype into the testing area. The pressure plate descended again.

One hundred tons. The prototype's surface was smooth, it made no sound, and there wasn't even the slightest sign of deformation.

One hundred and twenty tons. The pointer on the test machine trembled slightly, but the prototype remained intact.

Old Wei yelled at the testing personnel, "Press it! Go straight to 150 tons! Don't give them any special treatment!"

The inspector was startled and turned to look at Ma Guoqiang. Ma Guoqiang didn't dare to speak up and could only pretend he hadn't heard.

The hydraulic press emitted a heavy roar, and the readings jumped directly to 150 tons.

The prototype's silver-gray metallic surface was completely free of scratches, and the internal ball bearings remained perfectly aligned.

Reporters rushed forward with their equipment, shoving microphones right in front of Ma Guoqiang.

"Director Ma, the product data from Hongtu Factory far surpasses that of imported goods, with a pressure resistance 50% higher! Will the province still insist on terminating the contract?"

"Director Ma, there were rumors that Hongtu Factory's technology was substandard. Is this a case of someone maliciously suppressing local businesses?"

Ma Guoqiang broke out in a cold sweat. He picked up the acceptance certificate from the table, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the pen.

He glanced at Lin Ting on the steps; Lin Ting was staring at him.

Just as Ma Guoqiang was about to sign, three black Lexus SUVs forcibly crashed through the outer metal fence, rushed into the square, and braked sharply next to the broadcast truck.

The tires left black marks on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The car door opened, and Murakami strode out.

He was followed by eight bodyguards in black suits who pushed aside the reporters blocking his way.

Next to Murakami was an elderly Japanese man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

The old man carried a silver briefcase with a smug expression.