94: From Technological Warfare to Space Empire

Wu Xiangrong's hands were trembling.

Honestly, he lived for over forty years.

I've seen ruthless people, I've seen cunning people, I've seen people stab you in the back.

He thought he had seen it all in business.

But now...

He had never seen this kind of fighting style before.

In front of a national audience.

The technology is made public, the truth is revealed, and everything is laid bare in the sunlight.

That's fine, he just invited some audience members to testify, at most he invited more this time.

But he's even willing to forgo his own profits to set aside a price.

A style of play that gets everyone to follow his lead...

It is grand and majestic, yet vast and boundless.

Unstoppable, insurmountable, and unshakeable.

This is fucking... this is fucking...

This is not how a normal person plays!

How can a young person like you play cards using the national rules?!

How am I supposed to fight back?!

"Fuck...fuck..."

He wanted to curse, but only a few words came out of his throat, as if it were blocked.

The vocal cords made a hoarse sound as they caught air.

Seeing this, the other bosses finally couldn't hold back any longer.

A younger boss standing next to him suddenly stood up, overturning his solid wood chair to the ground.

He pointed at Lin Yu on the TV, his finger trembling with fear, and he didn't even dare to point directly at Lin Yu:

"Wu Xiangrong! Look at the mess you've made! Look at it!"

"If it weren't for protecting you, we could have gotten our hands on unleaded gasoline too!"

"What the hell is the point of your cheap Afton phone now?!"

Someone started cursing, and the others couldn't hold back anymore.

"Exactly! If you hadn't provoked him, would we be in this mess today?!"

"You're the one who fucking dragged us all down with you!"

A chorus of curses erupted, and several agitated business owners came up and tried to punch Wu Xiangrong.

Unfortunately, this is Wu Xiangrong's territory, and he has his bodyguards there.

Wu Xiangrong's face twitched a few times, turning a deep liver color.

When he was first arrested, he thought he was done for.

It was you people who went to save him for your own benefit.

Now that Ken's supporters have all scattered, they're blaming me for everything?

He was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table and stood up:

"Shut up, all of you!"

"What's the point of saying this now?! We're all in the same boat; whoever tries to jump off first will die first!"

When the logic failed, the other private factory owners slammed their desks down and stormed off.

Finally, he was left all alone, slumped in the leather sofa like a dead dog.

Wu Xiangrong's face had turned from liver-colored to deathly pale.

Lin Yu's speech was still playing on the screen, and after a while—

The phone rang.

He didn't answer.

It rang again.

He still didn't answer.

When the phone rang for the third time, he grabbed the microphone and slammed it forward, smashing it onto the television.

The screen shattered instantly, sparks flew everywhere, and two springs bounced up and wobbled.

The TV went out, but Lin Yu's voice still echoed in his mind, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what he did.

He knew he was finished.

It's not something that can be resolved by simply spending some money to smooth things over.

If things continue like this, they will be nailed to the pillar of shame, and their descendants will never be able to hold their heads up again—the kind of people who would sit at the same table as Qin Hui and be completely ruined.

...

When Lin Yu stepped off the stage, his legs felt weak, and he walked lightly, as if he were walking on cotton.

My whole body felt numb, especially my forehead and skin; I felt so numb I was almost losing sensation.

My heart rate and breathing were too fast on stage just now, and I have mild respiratory alkalosis now.

This is so exciting and so awesome!

The whole stadium was cheering for him!

Cheers to his will!

This has made him feel a bit dizzy right now.

The thunderous applause was still echoing on the stage.

He really pushed himself to the brink on stage just now.

If he doesn't offer a solution, he's no different from those who use their assets to bully others.

The impact is mainly on ordinary people and small business owners.

The idea of ​​making the recipe public for free...

It was a decision he had only recently made.

The cost is too high.

It's not about the cost to his personal interests.

This wave directly broke through industry barriers.

The goal is to bring everyone's skill level to roughly the same level.

The only difference is who learns his technique better.

As long as someone is willing to learn and produce, they can rise to the top.

This is encroaching too much on the interests of those who already have a vested interest.

Don't even mention that those private factory alliance members won't let this go easily.

And let's not even talk about how those who make a living from leaded gasoline would hate him to the core.

Even some of his peers felt that he was breaking the rules.

He was not unaware of the story of Zigong redeeming people.

After he did this, any good deeds others do for the country and its people will inevitably be compared to his and subjected to public scrutiny.

But then I think about the money-losing urban construction projects like the extensive subway and bus networks of later generations.

Nine years of free compulsory education.

The "vegetable basket" project ensures basic livelihoods.

Each of these items involves substantial subsidies.

He wants to build society faster and better, so why doesn't he learn to do that?

So he did just that.

Finally, when he saw the looks in the eyes of the crowd below the stage, he knew it was all worth it.

If something is beneficial, it is beneficial; thinking about the potential downsides is just an excuse.

As soon as he stepped backstage, a figure darted over and grabbed Lin Yu's hand.

"Comrade Lin Yu!"

The person who arrived was Chief Engineer Chen from the Sinopec research team, whose lips were trembling with excitement.

The formula the government gave them came from Lin Yu, and they only found out about it a couple of days ago.

Making the technology public seems to have leveled the industry barriers.

But in reality, they are the ones who benefit the most.

It's purely Chief Engineer Chen's personal feeling sorry for Lin Yu right now.

"You...you're really pushing a gold mine away!"

"If this formula were patented, the patent fees alone would be astronomical every year!"

At this point, Chief Engineer Chen's eyes began to redden.

"But I support and admire what you've done."

"Others may not know, but how could we researchers not know that there's something wrong with this gasoline?"

"You, you. I, Old Chen, have spent my whole life researching gasoline; I have no other skills."

"Although I don't have much prestige or status, if you ever need my help in the future, just let me know!"

"Old Chen, I'll risk my life to help you!"

Seeing that Chief Engineer Chen was also very emotional, Lin Yu held his hand with one hand, and without saying a word, he solemnly saluted him.

Everything is understood without words.

Chief Engineer Chen was stunned.

After a moment, he released his grip, took a step back, and solemnly saluted Lin Yu.

Meanwhile, in countless homes across the country, countless eyes are glued to the television screen.

The moment Lin Yu's voice echoed across the country via radio waves, the chopsticks in the hands of those eating fell onto the table.

The person drinking sprayed the alcohol out of their mouth.

The person taking a break jumped up from the sofa.

Countless people stared blankly at the television screen.

Before they could believe it was true, they first wondered if there was something wrong with their ears.