142: Chapter 143: The Five-Year Disassembly of Time for Space, A 40% Winning Probability

The warmth radiating from the cup failed to dispel the coldness gradually gathering in his eyes.

He broke the somewhat viscous silence in the office.

His gaze lingered on Qin Tiankuo's slightly weary face for two seconds, his tone devoid of any fluctuation:

"Brother Tiankuo, what is the specific timeline for them to complete their financing? And regarding the specific nodes for when they will officially make a move in the e-commerce and Short Video tracks, how much can the Qin Family find out?"

This was a crucial number.

It would determine how much time Jiyuan Technology could still spare to consolidate its defensive line before the opponents entered the fray.

However, Qin Tiankuo, sitting opposite him, only smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He reached out to pinch his sore nose bridge, sinking into the sofa, and let out a deflated sigh:

"President Shen, the previous few times the Beijing Circle tried to throw money at you head-on, the news was intercepted by you and your people before it even landed.

After suffering consecutive heavy losses, those old foxes in Kyoto are now guarding against my Qin Family to the bone.

Currently, my old man has activated a dead line, and we only managed to sniff out the movements of this heavy foreign capital investment during the final liquidation phase.

As for this revenge fund of over ten billion USD, when exactly the offshore settlement will be completed, and when they will officially enter the market through equity swaps—they have locked the information down tight; not a single whisper has leaked out."

The Beijing Circle's precautions were reasonable.

An interest group that had entrenched itself in the Chinese capital market for decades—if they stumbled repeatedly over the same opponent and still didn't learn their lesson, they would be childish idiots who didn't fit the laws of the jungle.

On Shen Du's sharply defined, cold face, there was no sign of dejection.

He accepted the result with unusual calmness.

He then stood up from the single sofa and walked back behind his desk.

"Clatter."

The mahogany drawer was pulled open, and Shen Du's slender fingers withdrew a black checkbook from inside.

The tip of his pen glided across the check, emitting a rustling sound.

Ten million RMB.

Shen Du tore off the check decisively, held the thin piece of paper between two fingers, and handed it to Qin Tiankuo, who had walked up to the desk.

Qin Tiankuo looked at the long string of numbers, his eyes shifting slightly, hesitating to reach out immediately:

"President Shen, you know. The information the Qin Family has obtained is incomplete; according to the rules of the trade, this money…"

"Take it."

Shen Du's voice was calm, carrying an unrefusable firmness:

"Although we are allies in the same trench now, this amount of money certainly cannot buy the most core policy time nodes.

But since the old man of the Qin Family risked ruining a dead line to send this general direction over, Jiyuan Technology cannot fail to show its appreciation.

This money is just the cost of a meal I'm treating Brother Tiankuo to."

This was Shen Du's purest method of maintaining an alliance.

He never discussed hollow sentiments or verbal promises with allies.

In this cold commercial society, only tangible interest exchanges and equivalent decency could bind the most unstable allies firmly to his chariot.

Qin Tiankuo stared at the thin cash check on the desk, his fingertips hovering in mid-air for a moment.

He knew Shen Du's temperament well; this man, the same age as himself, possessed an almost cold clarity in his bones.

This money was not a reward, but a nail.

Once accepted, the Qin Family had to be firmly nailed to this chariot in Shanghai.

He finally reached out, pressed his fingertips firmly against the check, folded it decisively, and tucked it into the inner pocket of his suit, right against his heart.

"Young Master Shen, then I will accept this money on behalf of my old man."

Qin Tiankuo smiled self-deprecatingly, but his expression became unprecedentedly serious.

The moment the check went into his pocket, a clear change occurred in Qin Tiankuo's demeanor.

The superficiality and playfulness of a playboy, which he had previously disguised himself with in the Kyoto circles, were stripped away completely.

He braced his knees and stood up slowly, standing straight in front of the coffee table.

Facing Shen Du behind the desk, he leaned his upper body slightly forward and made a rare, standard bowing gesture.

"This time, all the families in Shanghai can only rely on you to steer the operation."

Qin Tiankuo straightened his back, his eyes revealing the ruthlessness of an ambitious man who had seen a way out in a desperate situation:

"Since it's come to this, let me lay my cards on the table.

My old man risked ruining a dead line this time to intercept the intelligence and send it over, not entirely for the sake of past friendship.

The current Qin Family, from the supply chain in the South to the newly opened thermal power, has already truly integrated more than half of its body into the Shanghai landscape.

We are no longer the small Kyoto family that used to hide behind Northern giants begging for scraps."

He turned his head, his gaze looking toward the towering office buildings outside the window, his voice low and somewhat hoarse:

"If we lose this time, the entire Shanghai circle will completely fall into the hands of overseas capital and the remnants of the Beijing Circle.

The foundation of a great family that the Qin Family worked so hard to wash our feet and come ashore to obtain will be the first thing they uproot as a token of allegiance.

We are all grasshoppers on the same rope; no one can hope to survive alone."

These bottom-line words were spoken sincerely.

Because the driving force behind this was not morality, but the most naked family survival and fear.

Shen Du sat in his high-backed chair, looking straight into Qin Tiankuo's bloodshot eyes, which were filled with anxiety.

He did not stand up, nor did he give any hollow verbal guarantees.

He simply lifted the index finger of his right hand, which was resting on the armrest, in a gesture to see him out.

Qin Tiankuo didn't stay for even half a second more.

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly calmed the surging emotions in his chest, turned around, and strode out the door.

The heavy mahogany door closed completely behind Qin Tiankuo, and with a "click," the sound of the lock was crisp.

The office plunged back into that absolute silence.

Shen Du's spine leaned back slowly, settling completely into the soft and wide leather executive chair.

He closed his eyes, as if to completely purge the feeling of pressure from the over ten billion USD that Qin Tiankuo had brought.

Thirty seconds later.

Shen Du opened his eyes abruptly, the focus in the depths of his eyes gathering with the cold sharpness of a falcon.

For a capital operator, fear and anxiety were useless physiological waste.

The only thing he needed to do now was, inside this coffin tightly pressed by ten billion USD, to forcibly carve out a gap to break the situation.

He leaned down and withdrew a black signature pen from the pen holder on the desk.

He pulled over a blank sheet of A4 paper.

The core of breaking the situation lay in time.

The tip of the pen landed heavily on the rough paper, emitting a rustling sound.

Shen Du began to break down the three remaining blood-generating hole cards he held.

The first card, and also the most core physical barrier: the magnetic confinement cold-carving chip foundry in the deep mountains of Western Zhejiang.

On Secretary Shen Hai's side, the Yushan Laboratory has already been cleared.

Two top research teams are working day and night to optimize the architecture.

According to the engineering schedule, they can start construction and production by the end of the year.

Once the new year begins and the first batch of wafers starts coming off the line, this foundry will become a non-stop money-printing machine, providing sufficient cash flow.

The pen tip slid horizontally across the paper, writing the second line.

The second card was the self-generating blood capacity of Jiyuan Technology and Meituan.

In this window period with absolutely no competitors, the total monthly net profit of these two money-sucking beasts in Short Video, live-streaming e-commerce, and local life services had already begun to steadily break through the 2 billion RMB mark.

Converted to USD, they could generate hundreds of millions in bullets out of thin air every month.

Shen Du's pen tip paused slightly, then at the very bottom of the paper, he drew the final line.

The third card was the 1 billion USD private bottom position that Hong Yun was operating far overseas.

That money had been invested in a high-leverage short-term market.

Once the net was cast, it would erupt with several times more terrifying returns in the short term.

Looking at the three major blood-generating sectors listed on the paper, Shen Du's brain, like an overclocked processor, began to frantically calculate his side's peak cash flow.

After calculating his own blood-generating capacity, Shen Du did not stop writing.

He flipped the A4 paper over.

The black pen tip, like a scalpel, began to coldly dissect the enemy's underlying strategic intent on the paper.

The opponent held a cross-border fund pool of over ten billion USD; this was an objectively existing dead object.

But how to dump this money into the domestic market was determined by the greed and fear of capital.

"E-commerce, express delivery, Short Video..." Shen Du wrote on the paper, these three core tracks currently firmly occupied by Jiyuan Technology and Meituan.

Then he drew a heavy circle around them.

If the opponent wanted to completely strangle Jiyuan Technology, the most brutal way would undoubtedly be to start a price war with no bottom line.

But this time, things were different.

The recently implemented "anti-monopoly law" was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all capital.

Even if these people put on the legal vest of foreign capital, when facing such a massive and rigid regulatory bottom line domestically, they would never dare to blatantly violate the commercial order at the national level by engaging in suicidal dumping of ten billion USD within a single day.

The ultimate demand of capital is always to eat up the market, form a monopoly, and finally achieve profiteering harvests.

Foreign giants are not here to do charity in the country.

That group of escaped Beijing Circle gatekeepers is even less likely to burn all their last life-saving money just to trade for Shen Du's life.

Since what they want is an entire, complete, and living internet market, it is impossible for them to adopt that kind of "kill a thousand enemies, lose ten thousand of your own" approach that ends up burying everyone in the ruins.

Shen Du sank his wrist, and in the center of the A4 paper, he wrote three phrases with force: "Time for space, space for wealth, wealth for opportunity."

As long as the opponent dared not pour ten billion USD into the market all at once in the short term, this greed for eating up the market would inevitably and cruelly stretch the timeline of this commercial war infinitely.

At the bottom of the A4 paper, Shen Du steadily drew a long line across from left to right, forcibly dragging this ten-billion-USD behemoth hiding overseas into the timeline he was best at to perform a physical breakdown.

A fund pool of over ten billion USD.

Once stretched to a five-year strategic cycle to digest, the annual capital pressure would be over two billion USD.

If the opponent wanted to nibble away at the market more securely and stretch the battle line to ten years, then the annual consumption peak would be completely diluted to over one billion USD.

Facing the dumping of two billion USD in cross-border funds every year, a flash of rational ruthlessness flickered in Shen Du's eyes.

As long as the battle line was stretched, he had the full confidence to completely cut off all commercial dividends from Jiyuan Technology and Meituan in the coming years.

He would take the net profit of these two money-sucking beasts, which exceeded two billion RMB per month, and pour every single cent into the quagmire of the subsidy war.

He would drag down the tracks of foreign capital expansion, letting those Wall Street giants and remnants of the Beijing Circle who intended to harvest the domestic market see absolutely no hope of profit amidst the endless blood loss.

Combined with the Western Zhejiang chip foundry that was about to ignite for production early next year, and the one billion USD high-leverage gain that Hong Yun could harvest at any time overseas...

that original ten-billion-USD iron mountain that felt suffocating, after cold mathematical dissection, had finally been chiseled with a gap on a physical level.

Shen Du sank his wrist slightly, and the black signature pen stopped heavily at the very end of the A4 paper, marking a period.

The sharp pen tip pierced through the paper, directly puncturing the rough surface and leaving a tiny dent on the mahogany desk board underneath.

In this death trap that seemed ten deaths and no life, with his volume absolutely crushed, Shen Du had forcibly carved out a 40% win rate on the paper by relying on cold time depreciation and financial calculations.