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One month.

For ordinary people, it's just thirty pages torn from a calendar.

But for China's aviation industry, those thirty days were suffocating, dark, and humiliating, a time of being trampled into the mud and unable to recover.

The sanctions imposed by the G7 are like an iron curtain, tightly shrouding the land of the East.

In the international arena, the voices of ridicule grew louder and louder.

The New York Times front-page headline: [A Dragon's Wings Collapse: China's Large Aircraft Project Announces Indefinite Suspension.]

BBC Special Report: [A Giant Without a Heart: The Devastating Impact of Lack of Core Materials on Eastern Industry]

Wall Street has embarked on a veritable feast.

The price of rhenium futures was driven up to ten times that of gold in just one month.

Countless Western capitalists, champagne in hand, celebrated wildly in the trading hall.

"Those poor Chinese people are probably dismantling their old airplanes right now, trying to pry out a little rhenium for a temporary fix, aren't they?"

When interviewed, Boeing's CEO wore a gentlemanly yet extremely arrogant smile.

"We would be happy to help them."

"As long as they're willing to transfer all their previously signed orders to us for ten times the price, and..."

He shrugged at the camera, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Admit that their technological approach is wrong."

This is a form of spiritual torture.

They not only want to make money off you, but also want to destroy your spirit.

Domestically, there was utter silence.

The online cynics have run out of steam, and the experts have fallen silent.

Because this is a blatant, overt scheme.

Make bricks without straw.

Without the materials, it simply cannot be made; this is an ironclad law of physics, and complaining about it won't change anything.

A sense of despair, like a thick layer of smog, shrouded the hearts of every Chinese person.

however.

In a top-secret warehouse converted from an abandoned mine deep in the Qilian Mountains in Northwest China.

The atmosphere, however, was eerily unsettling.

Li Guobang stood at the warehouse gate, his hand on the mottled iron door, hesitant to push it open.

His hands were shaking.

He didn't dare come here for the past month.

He fears.

I'm afraid of seeing failure.

I'm afraid to see Chen Xi's always cold face.

I fear that the crazy alchemy plan will ultimately just be a pipe dream.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Chen Xi stood behind him, hands in his pockets, wearing the same windbreaker he hadn't changed in a month. His hair was a little messy, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Old Li, don't back down."

Li Guobang gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and pushed the door open forcefully.

Squeak-!

The heavy iron gate slid open slowly to both sides with a screeching sound.

The sunlight outside pierced through the crack in the door, like a sharp sword, cutting through the long darkness inside the warehouse.

Followed by.

Li Guobang was stiff all over, like a sculpture struck by lightning.

He opened his mouth wide, making a "hoho" sound in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes without warning.

In the warehouse.

There is no equipment.

There are no instruments.

Only bricks.

Silver-gray bricks that exude a cold, metallic luster.

They were piled up haphazardly, like the cheapest building materials.

pile.

Two piles.

The mountains stretch endlessly.

That's rhenium.

It is rhenium, a strategic metal whose price has been driven sky-high by the West, and which is ten times more precious than gold!

Here, they are used to... pave roads.

Yes.

Since there was simply no more room to store it, Chen Xi had the warehouse floor paved with rhenium bricks.

"This...this..."

Li Guobang walked in shakily, his knees buckled, and he knelt on a piece of lapis lazuli.

He reached out and touched the cold metal surface, as if he were touching the face of a lover.

"real……"

"It's all true..."

He suddenly pressed his face against the brick and burst into tears.

They cried their hearts out, their livers and intestines were torn apart.

This is the release of all the grievances, fears, and anger that have been building up in my heart for the past month.

Chen Xi leaned against the door frame, watching the old man crying like a child.

He didn't laugh.

He simply took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

His expression was somewhat blurred by the swirling smoke, yet it conveyed an indescribable weariness and ruthlessness.

"A total of five thousand tons."

Chen Xi casually stated a number.

Li Guobang's crying stopped abruptly.

He suddenly raised his head, his face covered in snot and tears, staring blankly at Chen Xi.

"How much...?"

"Five thousand tons."

Chen Xi flicked his cigarette ash, his tone as calm as if he were talking about five thousand tons of cabbage.

"The world's proven reserves are only two thousand tons."

"We now possess 2.5 times the world's total reserves."

"Moreover, its purity is 99.9999%."

Li Guobang felt a buzzing in his head.

How can this be considered breaking the blockade?

This is like flipping the table and then demolishing the house!

"What...what do you want to do?"

Li Guobang looked at Chen Xi's gloomy face and suddenly felt a chill.

He knows this young man too well.

This expression means someone is about to be in trouble.

I'm in big trouble.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Xi threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with the toe of his foot.

"Didn't they say we didn't have it?"

"Didn't they drive up the prices?"

Chen Xi took out his phone and dialed the Ministry of Commerce's top-secret hotline.

"Feed".

"I am Chen Xi."

"Pass the word down."

"Effective immediately, China will publicly sell off rhenium metal."

"The first batch..."

Chen Xi paused, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Five hundred tons.

"Price? One-tenth of the market price."

The operator on the other end of the phone was clearly terrified and didn't dare to reply for a long time.

"Execute the command."

Chen Xi's voice was as cold as ice.

"Tell those Western capitalists."

"The futures contracts they hold are now worthless."

"I want them to know."

What is inflation?

"What is...despair?"

hang up the phone.

Chen Xi walked over to Li Guobang and helped him up.

"Old Li, don't cry."

"Wipe your face."

"The real show is just beginning."

That night.

London Metal Exchange.

The rhenium price curve, which was previously rising rapidly, suddenly... stopped without warning.

It's not a decline.

It was a precipitous collapse.

Countless sell orders flooded the market like an avalanche.

Five hundred tons.

The moment this number appeared on the trading board, all the traders thought the system had malfunctioned.

How could there be so many?

There aren't that many in stock all over the world combined!

However, when the first batch of inspection reports came back, confirming that it was extra-high purity rhenium.

Panic turned into despair.

Before the champagne in Wall Street was even finished, the glass fell to the ground and shattered.

Those capitalists who had hoarded goods and speculated on prices, watching their accounts instantly emptied, let out screams like pigs being slaughtered.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

When Boeing's CEO saw the news that "China sold 500 tons of rhenium," his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

At this moment.

The world fell silent.

Only in that warehouse in the east, the young man stood on the silver-gray mountain, raising his middle finger towards the west.