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

Lin Ting sat in the armchair, his gaze fixed on the blue virtual panel that only he could see.

The prosperity score in the upper right corner is jumping wildly.

The number soared from six thousand.

By acquiring the San Yi Hui's six deep-water wharves, logistics park, and Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical, along with 23 million in cash and 30 gold bars, the Lin clan's assets and territory expanded exponentially.

The balance eventually stopped at 28,000 points.

Lin Ting opened the Level 2 Black Technology Blueprint Library.

The Mitsui Group has blocked access to high-hardness alloy cutting tools and special steels, so Lao Wei's attempt to smelt scrap materials in the workshop is simply not feasible.

The Lin family needs a completely new material system that bypasses foreign patent barriers.

Lin Ting's fingers slid rapidly across the virtual panel.

The options are scrolled through line by line.

"Ultra-high hardness nano-grade tungsten-titanium alloy formula and supporting smelting process drawings".

Exchange Price: 20,000 Prosperity Points.

Lin Ting pressed the exchange button directly, deducting 20,000 prosperity points.

A black USB drive and a thick stack of blueprints appeared out of nowhere on the desk.

Lin Ting picked up the blueprints and looked through them.

The top is densely marked with the new metal composition ratios, temperature control curves, and cooling process flow.

This formula can not only produce cutting tools for five-axis machine tool bearings, but also solve the problem of special steel.

Lin Ting put the USB drive and blueprints into a brown paper bag, picked up his walnut wood cane, and walked out of the study.

In the courtyard, Lin Fu had just finished arranging for the people to go to the city to handle the transfer procedures.

"Prepare the car, we're going to Hongtu Machinery Factory," Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fu immediately opened the door of the SUV parked at the entrance.

In Workshop No. 4 of Hongtu Machinery Factory, the ear-piercing sound of metal breaking rang out again.

The machine tool spindle stopped rotating, and a plume of black smoke billowed from the control panel.

Old Wei grabbed the newly forged blade and slammed it onto the ground.

The blade broke into three pieces.

"It's crashed again! The temperature is still wrong!" Old Wei's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse from shouting.

A dozen technicians slumped on the ground, their faces covered in soot, too exhausted to even wipe their sweat.

"Director Wei, we've tried all the tungsten steel in the scrap warehouse. We've adjusted the carbon ratio eight times, but the hardness just won't go up." The young technician pointed to the broken blades scattered all over the floor.

The old technician leaned against the machine tool, shaking his head repeatedly.

"The Mitsui Group has monopolized the core formula. We're trying to figure it out by sheer luck, even after ten years."

Representative Sun only gave us ten days. We can't even make the first knife, how can we mass-produce it?

Old Wei kicked over the waste bin next to him.

"We have to build it even if we can't! The Lin family spent two hundred million to buy the steel plant on the outskirts of the city. If we can't even make a blade, all three hundred people in the plant should jump into the river!"

The workshop door was pushed open.

Lin Ting walked in, leaning on his cane, followed by Lin Fu.

The technicians in the workshop quickly stood up.

Old Wei hurried forward, his face full of guilt.

"Grandpa, I'm useless. The blades made from melted scrap are too brittle; they break as soon as you cut. They don't meet the requirements at all." Old Wei lowered his head.

Lin Ting walked to the control panel and looked at the broken blades scattered all over the floor.

"The Mitsui Group's technological barriers can't be broken by scavenging scrap materials." Lin Ting threw the brown paper bag in his hand onto the operating table.

Old Wei paused for a moment, staring at the brown paper bag.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

"Open it and take a look," Lin Ting said.

Old Wei wiped the grease off his hands, carefully untied the thread from the kraft paper bag, and pulled out the blueprints inside.

He glanced at the ingredient ratio table on the first page, and his eyes were immediately fixed on it.

Old Wei brought the blueprints close to his eyes and looked at them line by line.

His hands began to tremble, and the trembling became more and more severe.

The veteran technician next to him came over, and after seeing the data on the drawing, he was stunned.

"Director Wei, this temperature control curve completely violates conventional smelting knowledge."

"Won't the metal structure collapse if titanium is forcibly injected at a temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius?" The veteran technician pointed to a node on the blueprint.

Old Wei ignored it and turned directly to the second page.

He looked at the cooling process and molecular structure recombination formula above, and his breathing became rapid.

"It won't collapse. This process uses a stepped cooling method to lock in the activity of titanium, allowing tungsten and titanium to be completely fused at the nanoscale. The hardness and toughness are simply unheard of."

Old Wei suddenly looked up and stared intently at Lin Ting.

"Grandpa, where did you get these blueprints from?" Old Wei's voice trembled.

"The Lin family's own technology library. Can we use it?" Lin Ting asked.

Old Wei's legs went weak, and he knelt directly in front of the control panel.

He gripped the stack of blueprints tightly with both hands, tears streaming down his face with emotion.

"It works! It works incredibly well! This formula is two generations more advanced than the Mitsui Group's top secret!"

With this, we can not only manufacture the world's hardest knives, but also smelt special steel ourselves!

Old Wei knelt on the ground and wailed loudly.

"Our domestic heavy industry is saved! We no longer have to be at the mercy of foreigners!"

A dozen or so technicians gathered around, their eyes reddening as they looked at the data on the blueprints.

Lin Ting looked at Old Wei kneeling on the ground.

"Stand up. The Lin family doesn't kneel on blueprints." Lin Ting said calmly.

Old Wei quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve and stood up, leaning on the control panel.

"Grandpa, I lost my composure. These blueprints are too valuable; they are priceless." Old Wei hugged the blueprints tightly to his chest.

"The USB drive contains the complete underlying operating program, and the steel mill in the suburbs can complete the transfer of ownership today."

Old Wei, I'll give you three days to forge the first batch of knives and special steel.

"Ten days from now, I want to see five-axis machine tools in full-scale mass production," Lin Ting ordered.

Old Wei nodded emphatically.

"Don't worry, Grandfather. With this formula, if you can't forge steel in three days, I, Old Wei, will cut off my head and let you kick it around like a ball!"

Old Wei turned around, spread the blueprints on the workbench, and called the technicians over.

"Stop standing around! Immediately make a materials list according to the recipe! Find all the usable materials in the warehouse, and buy anything you're missing right away!"

The technicians immediately got to work.

Old Wei took a pen and quickly copied down the basic ingredients from the recipe onto a piece of paper.

"Tungsten ore powder, high-carbon steel ingots, and graphite crystals are all available on the market. But..."

Old Wei's pen stopped on a key component of the drawing.

"Grandpa, this recipe requires a high-purity titanium ore."

This type of ore has a very low yield, and it is usually only purchased by military enterprises and large heavy industry groups.

"Only three suppliers in our city have goods on hand," Old Wei said, pointing to the names on the list.

Lin Ting turned to look at Lin Fu.

"Go contact those three suppliers and buy all the high-purity titanium ore they have, no matter the price, and take it directly to the steel mill on the outskirts of the city," Lin Ting instructed.

Lin Fu immediately took out his phone and went to a corner of the workshop to make a call.

Old Wei led the technicians to debug the underlying operating program of the machine tool in preparation for the arrival of the new material.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Fu, holding his phone, hurriedly ran back to Lin Ting's side.

His face was pale and he was covered in sweat.

"Grandpa, something's happened," Lin Fu said in a low voice.

Lin Ting turned his head.

"What did the three suppliers say?"

Lin Fuqian swallowed.

"We're out of stock. Not just in our city, but in the three surrounding prefecture-level cities, we're completely out of high-purity titanium ore."

Lin Ting frowned.

"Is someone going on a shopping spree?"

Lin Fu nodded emphatically.

"I asked a friend in the industry to check. This morning, someone brought a large sum of cash and bought up all the high-purity titanium ore from all the suppliers in the province."

Even the remaining portions still in the mine have been exclusively bought out through agreements.

Lin Fu looked at Lin Ting.

"Grandpa, it was the Mitsui Group that did it. They cut off the entire province's titanium ore supply chain overnight."