139: Chapter 140 The Foreign Investment Access Gap Opened Ahead of Schedule!

On the screen, two red data lines representing the recharge revenue of the Spark Live platform and the e-commerce delivery order volume were climbing frantically at a steep angle, fueled by the macro real economy.

Shen Du glanced at the jumping data, showing no sign of ecstasy.

He withdrew his gaze, picked up the silver fork at his side, and speared the last piece of slightly overcooked bacon on his plate.

He placed the last piece of somewhat dry and tough bacon into his mouth and chewed slowly.

The rich grease, mixed with the spicy fragrance of black pepper, spread throughout his mouth.

As his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, he swallowed it down decisively.

He pulled out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and his gaze remained calmly fixed on the television screen.

Having struggled and climbed in the financial markets for two lifetimes, Shen Du understood the lethality of macroeconomic information better than anyone else.

In his previous life, it was precisely because he was limited by inherent class barriers that he could not see through the underlying logic of global capital movements.

In the end, on Wall Street, he had been strangled and his capital chain broken amidst the torrent of emotionless AI quantitative high-frequency trading.

But living another life, he had not only seized the throat of domestic mobile internet traffic ahead of time, but he also held firmly in his hand a key to future core hardware.

According to the construction progress deep in the mountains of Western Zhejiang, as soon as the shock-absorbing base of extremely hard igneous rock was poured, the magnetic confinement Cold Etching Machine could be fully operational.

This machine, with its terrifying cost, would not need to worry about sales from the moment it was completed.

Currently in China, there was indeed no company capable of producing world-class chip architecture designs, but this did not affect the profit-making on the foundry side.

As long as this equipment, which completely bypassed Western extreme ultraviolet patent barriers, was physically placed on the land of China, the state would absolutely not let it sit idle.

The first batch of people to line up with huge full payments and top-secret non-disclosure agreements would absolutely be those military industrial units with an extreme obsession for hardware autonomy and control, as well as the most core state-owned heavy industry enterprises.

Even if Jiyuan Technology currently didn't have half a chip blueprint of its own, just by relying on this unique physical Cold Etching Machine foundry channel, the future pool of massive profits had already been completely locked in.

Shen Du picked up the glass on the marble island, preparing to finish the last half-mouthful of warm water at the bottom. Just then, the LCD TV, which had been broadcasting regular footage of foreign investment building factories, suddenly flashed and cut directly to a special policy news flash released by the national core media.

The cold rim of the glass had just touched Shen Du's lower lip when his wrist holding the cup froze in mid-air.

"In order to deepen industrial structural adjustment, relevant national departments jointly released the 'Several Plans for Promoting the Development of a New Generation of Network and Information Industry' today. The plan clearly points out three core orientations: First, fully accelerate the deployment and infrastructure approval of domestic 4G communication base stations; Second, pilot the relaxation of access restrictions for foreign capital investment in domestic digital internet and technology entertainment industries; Third, vigorously promote the underlying technological transformation of the domestic semiconductor and integrated circuit industry..."

Hearing this news, Shen Du slowly placed the glass that had been suspended in mid-air back onto the marble island. His gaze was locked tightly onto the bolded subtitles scrolling at the bottom of the screen: "Pilot relaxation of foreign capital investment in technology and entertainment industries."

The pupils deep in his eyes contracted slightly, out of his control. The first and third plans were both within his predictions.

The acceleration of 4G infrastructure meant that the mobile traffic pool was about to experience an explosive expansion. The chip transformation was equivalent to laying out a policy red carpet in advance for his foundry deep in the mountains of Western Zhejiang. For him, these two items were solid, absolute benefits.

But this second item alone became the biggest variable that jumped out of his memories from his previous life.

Shen Du had a clear timeline ruler in his mind. In the original 2012, the domestic digital technology and entertainment industry was still in a relatively tight stage regarding foreign capital access. It was impossible to directly open up the restrictive gap at this juncture.

Shen Du's fingertips slowly rubbed the tiny water droplets condensed on the wall of the cup. He quickly deduced the closed loop in his mind.

This was not a natural evolution of the macro situation, but a butterfly effect he had personally fanned. The emergence of Xinghuo Software under Jiyuan Technology, along with the terrifying revenue reports generated over the past few months by relying on Short Video and live streaming tips, had directly exposed a brand-new, highly profitable business model to the whole world.

This traffic cake, which had been made bigger ahead of time, not only beat the domestic Beijing Capital Circle capital into retreat step by step, but also attracted the greedy gaze of Wall Street ahead of time.

The original orderly commercial timeline had been forcibly torn open by Jiyuan Technology's overly dazzling profitability, creating a gap for foreign capital to flood in.

Shen Du's fingers gripping the glass tightened bit by bit, his knuckles turning a bloodless pale due to the force.

Shen Du walked to the center of the living room, in front of the dark gray leather sofa, and sat down heavily. The high-end leather surface emitted a faint friction sound due to the sudden force.

Watching the policy interpretation that was still scrolling on the TV screen, his brain was running at high speed.

In the 2012 overseas market, the concept of "mobile Short Video" was an absolute blue ocean that had yet to be cultivated. If Jiyuan Technology were to package Xinghuo Software and push it directly to the international market later, it could have effortlessly captured the high ground of global traffic.

But this news of opening up foreign capital access in advance was like a basin of ice water, directly extinguishing the trace of ambition to go overseas that had just risen in Shen Du's mind.

Jiyuan Technology's current monthly revenue of 1.8 billion RMB was indeed astonishing. Holding the cash cows of Spark Live and Meituan, Shen Du could still manage to be evenly matched, or even slightly gain the upper hand, when fighting against the traditional capital of the Beijing Circle, which had a scale of tens of billions, within the country.

But what if he were to rashly go overseas now? To challenge those global capital behemoths in Wall Street and Silicon Valley that had been entrenched for decades and easily held hundreds of billions of dollars in liquid funds?

Shen Du's eyes were extremely clear. In the face of an absolute gap in monetary volume, any advanced business model would be crushed by the sheer weight of heavy assets.

The opponent didn't need to understand what a Short Video ecosystem was. They only needed to casually throw out billions of dollars in subsidies, combined with localized server bandwidth blockades and unscrupulous user acquisition, to strangle Jiyuan Technology's pitiful cross-border capital chain to death within a week.

In capital games, there are no fairy tales of using small to defeat big; rashly going overseas is equivalent to courting death.

Shen Du took a deep breath, completely relaxed his tense back, and leaned back against the wide sofa backrest.

He raised his hand and used his rough knuckles to forcefully rub his eyebrows, which were aching from long hours of thinking, stripping the thought of expanding outwards completely from his mind.

Since he couldn't compete in terms of capital volume, he would hold onto the domestic base firmly. He would let those foreign capitals that came in smelling blood play by his rules on the land of China.

Shen Du did not waste any more time on meaningless hypothetical scenarios. He picked up the remote control on the marble coffee table and pressed the power button firmly with his thumb. The LCD screen went black instantly, cutting off the crisp and clear broadcasting voice from the news.

Walking to the entrance, he grabbed the car keys from the shoe cabinet and pushed the door open to walk out of the flat.

Inside the underground garage, that all-black mercedes-benz g55 AMG, accompanied by the low roar of the V8 engine, rudely rolled over the speed bump.

Shen Du held the slightly heavy mechanical steering wheel with one hand and merged into the slightly congested morning rush hour traffic, driving straight toward the headquarters building of Jiyuan Technology.

Half an hour later, the heavy off-road vehicle tires rubbed against the epoxy resin floor of the underground garage, emitting a short, muffled sound, and parked steadily in the president's exclusive parking space.

Shen Du pulled out the key, pushed open the car door, and walked quickly toward the dedicated elevator that went straight to the top floor.

As the slight feeling of weightlessness disappeared, the red numbers jumping above the elevator finally stopped. "Ding—" The stainless steel elevator doors, gleaming with cold light, slid open smoothly to both sides.

Shen Du had just lifted his right foot and hadn't yet had time to step over the elevator threshold when a figure in a dark suit blocked the path directly in front of him.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang, who was usually accustomed to hiding his emotions behind a professional mask, was currently gripping a stack of documents tightly. The edges of the paper were severely wrinkled and deformed by his knuckles, which were gripping too hard.

The tie around his neck was slightly crooked, and his chest was heaving violently due to nervousness. His bloodshot eyes, having been up all night, looked past the gap of the opened elevator door and locked directly onto Shen Du's gaze.