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

The media's flashbulbs were everywhere, capturing Murakami's furious face clearly.

Eight bodyguards in black suits rushed directly to the simulation cabin on the left and reached out to unplug the industrial power cord of the hydraulic press.

Lin Fei took a step forward and slammed the baton in his hand down onto the back of the hand of the bodyguard in front.

A cracking sound rang out. The bodyguard clutched his wrist and stumbled backward, knocking over a nearby metal frame.

One hundred loyal men stepped forward in unison, surrounding the testing platform with their bodies.

The piercing sound of police sirens rang out from outside the factory area. Five police cars with distinctive livery slammed open the gate, drove directly into the square, and braked sharply next to the broadcast van.

The car door opened, and more than a dozen police officers stepped out quickly. The leader of the team was Captain Chen from the Economic Crime Investigation Division of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Before he got out of the car, he put his phone in his pocket.

Two minutes ago, the secretary of a big boss in the city called me personally, implying that the cooperation between the Jiangnan conglomerate and the Mitsui Group was crucial to the city's investment promotion strategy, and that we must save face for foreign capital today.

Team Leader Chen straightened his uniform, strode up the steps of the testing platform, and glanced at the group of men in black suits.

"Put down your weapons! You're causing trouble! Don't you have any respect for the law?" Captain Chen shouted.

Murakami immediately went up to him and pointed to the silver-gray prototype on the test stand.

"Captain Chen, you've come at the perfect time. This machine contains top-secret technology from our Mitsui Group's laboratory."

"The Lin family stole our blueprints through illegal means. I demand that the police immediately seize this prototype and arrest Lin Ting!" Murakami loudly accused.

The reporters' cameras immediately focused on Captain Chen.

Team Leader Chen put on a stern face and walked towards the control panel.

"Shut down the machine, take the prototype out and pack it up, then take it back to the bureau for forensic examination. Lin Ting, you're coming with me to cooperate with the investigation."

Old Wei stood horizontally in front of the machine, his hands gripping the edge of the simulator tightly.

"Why should we shut down the machine? This bearing was made by our Hongtu Factory! The order from Jiangnan Heavy Industry hasn't been finalized yet, so nobody is allowed to touch the machine!" Old Wei roared.

Team Leader Chen pointed at Lao Wei's nose. "Obstructing official business? The Mitsui Group is an internationally renowned company; they have a comprehensive patent portfolio."

"How can a nearly bankrupt township factory like yours produce special materials that can withstand temperatures of 800 degrees Celsius? Get out of the way right now!"

Ma Guoqiang stood to the side, wiping his sweat incessantly, not daring to utter a single word.

He was eager for Captain Chen to take the prototype away; as long as the prototype wasn't on site, there was still a chance to turn the tide today.

Lin Ting sat in a chair on the steps, picked up his teacup and took a sip, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Captain Chen handled the case without even looking at the evidence, making a judgment based solely on the villagers' opinions?"

Lin Ting put down his teacup and tapped the walnuts in his hand on the table.

Team Leader Chen turned to look at Lin Ting. "Mr. Murakami represents the victims; the intellectual property rights of foreign-invested enterprises must be protected."

"If you need evidence, Mitsui will submit the patent comparison documents when you get back to the station."

"No need to go back to the station. Today, in front of the entire province's media, let's settle the score." Lin Ting stood up, tapping his walnut cane on the bluestone slab.

Lin Ting turned to look at Lin Fu. "Connect the broadcast truck's signal and get on the big screen."

Lin Fu ran to the broadcast van and plugged a USB drive into the control panel. The three-meter-wide LED screen above the square flickered twice, and the image lit up.

The video shows the open-air area of ​​the Hongxing Scrap Metal Recycling Station in the eastern suburbs.

Several dilapidated cranes were lifting a pile of rusty aircraft engine debris into the refining furnace.

Zhao Tiezhu, along with eight veteran technicians, were shirtless as they operated the furnace. The bottom right corner of the screen clearly displayed a timestamp from three days prior.

Old Wei pointed at the big screen and shouted into the microphone.

"Murakami, you have a bad memory, let me remember for you."

Three days ago, your Mitsui colluded with the provincial capital's chamber of commerce to cut off the supply of high-purity titanium ore to Hongtu Plant. We were forced to resort to collecting scrap metal!

The scene changes, and dark red molten metal is poured out of the purification furnace.

Old Wei, holding a vernier caliper and several drawings filled with modified parameters, was in a makeshift shed conducting a secondary proportioning of scrap titanium alloy.

Old Wei slapped the original blueprints in his hand onto the workbench.

"This is the bottom-level modification drawing produced by the technical department of Hongtu Factory after three sleepless nights! It shows the derivation process of each parameter!"

We used waste titanium from the 1990s that was retired from aerospace applications. Through secondary purification, we readjusted the carbon content.

This is a rudimentary method used by Chinese workers; it has absolutely nothing to do with the laboratory data from Mitsui!

The reporters' cameras were focused on the thick stack of hand-drawn drafts, which were covered with machine oil stains and correction marks.

Captain Chen's expression changed. The chain of evidence was too complete, from raw material procurement to purification and furnace operation, and then to blueprint deduction. The videos and physical objects all matched up.

The tasks assigned by the boss's secretary were simply impossible to carry out.

Murakami looked at the big screen, took two steps back, and bumped into his bodyguard.

"Fake...this is all fabricated video footage!" Murakami stubbornly persisted.

Ichiro Watanabe, who had been silent all along, took advantage of everyone's attention being on the big screen to quietly reach into his pocket, touch the miniature remote control, and prepare to press the destroy command again.

Lin Fei suddenly moved.

He suddenly lunged forward, shoving past two Mitsui bodyguards, grabbed Watanabe Ichiro by the neck with one hand, and slammed him onto the testing table.

Watanabe Ichiro screamed and pulled his hand out of his pocket.

Lin Fei stepped on his wrist, bent down and took out a black miniature remote control from his pocket, then threw it at Lin Ting's feet.

Lin Ting used his cane to fiddle with the remote control on the ground.

"Captain Chen, during the test just now, Mr. Watanabe's hands were in his pockets the whole time."

"A quick check with your bureau's technical department will confirm that the transmission frequency of this remote control is absolutely consistent with the receiving frequency of the hydraulic press's sensor."

Lin Ting looked at Murakami, whose face was ashen.

"They installed jammers in the testing equipment to disrupt the physical inspection. Now they're crying wolf, falsely accusing the Lin family of stealing trade secrets."

Captain Chen, this person is accused of commercial fraud and disorderly conduct. Are you going to arrest him or not?

Captain Chen looked at the remote control on the ground, then at the dozens of cameras around him, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

This whole thing has been broadcast live. Even if the boss himself came, let alone his secretary, he couldn't stop it.

"Put the remote control in the evidence bag, Mr. Murakami. Please come back with us to make a statement." Captain Chen turned around and waved to his officers.

Two policemen stepped forward and stood on either side of the villager.

Murakami gritted his teeth and stared intently at Lin Ting.

"Lin Ting, don't be so smug. Even if you manage to manufacture the bearings, Jiangnan Heavy Industry has already drafted the termination documents. Without provincial approval, this batch of goods is just a pile of scrap metal!"

A black Hongqi sedan with a provincial capital license plate honked its horn, parted the crowd on the periphery, and slowly drove into the square.

The car door opened, and Sun Jianguo, carrying a briefcase, ran out, covered in sweat.

Sun Jianguo didn't even look at Murakami and rushed straight onto the testing platform.

He pulled a document stamped with the provincial government's bright red seal from his briefcase and slammed it onto the control panel.

"Final Confirmation Letter for Jiangnan Heavy Industry's 500 Million Yuan Procurement Order! Jointly Approved by the Provincial Construction Commission and the Provincial State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission, Effective Immediately!"

Sun Jianguo pulled out his pen and quickly signed his name.