150: Chapter 151 An Overbearing 10 Billion Yuan Military Industry Buyout Contract! A National-Level Financial Infusion Against the Trend

10 billion RMB.

That was the price tag on this document.

It didn't use any complicated tiered payment structures, nor did it come with any lengthy gambling agreements.

It just slammed down in front of Shen Du in a crude, numerical form.

What truly made Shen Du feel a chill wasn't the astronomical figure of 10 billion.

It was the overbearing clauses in this contract that were nearly absurd and completely contrary to commercial common sense.

The procurement conditions were simple:

The military unit would pay 10 billion RMB in pure cash.

It was a one-time buyout of the entire production capacity of the first factory of Yu Mountain Magnetic Confinement Cold Carving Chips for five full years.

Within these five years, all output from the first factory must be unconditionally available for the military system to dispatch.

The most ridiculous part was.

The contract didn't specify any concrete, hard production quotas at all.

In other words.

Even if the military didn't place a single order all year long, this top-tier chip factory, which cost a fortune to build, still had to maintain a full staff in a standby state, ready to produce at any moment.

Looking globally.

No profit-seeking commercial entity would ever sign such a dead-end contract with zero return on investment.

Shen Du's financial radar, tempered by two lifetimes of struggles, gave its most precise characterization in 0.1 seconds.

Only a state-level power could cough up such a colossal sum with zero cost-effectiveness and possess such an overbearing style.

Shen Du closed the heavy file.

He adjusted his sitting posture, straightening his back slightly.

He perfectly suppressed the slight tremor in his heart deep within his profound pupils.

When he looked up again, his face had recovered that composure where he would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

"Mr. Lu, you've worked hard."

Shen Du looked at the square-faced man opposite him and naturally accepted this high-stakes chip.

His tone carried just the right amount of politeness and respect:

"Traveling thousands of miles to Shanghai personally to discuss this business is truly an honor for Jiyuan Technology. Logically, a state-level order like this should have been handled by me flying to Beijing personally."

Hearing Shen Du's flawless social pleasantries, Lu Wangchuan smiled faintly and shook his head.

He didn't pick up on the polite talk about commercial cooperation.

Instead, he looked straight at Shen Du with a burning gaze, cutting directly to the core of this grand strategy:

"To be honest, in our original internal simulations, none of us held much hope that within the next ten years, the country could rely entirely on its own strength to conquer the technology of carving chips."

Lu Wangchuan leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a trace of undisguised admiration:

"But it just so happens that the country produced a madman like you, who dared to throw money at it to go head-to-head. The higher-ups attach great importance to the outstanding contributions you have made in breaking the technological blockade. But at the same time, the state certainly does not want a game-changer like you to stop here because of trouble in your own backyard."

Hearing this, Shen Du's eyes narrowed slightly.

"So, this first ten-billion-level order isn't meant to demand any specific chip output from you at all," Lu Wangchuan poked through the paper window: "It is to completely stabilize the business foundation of your sinking market."

The air in the study seemed to stagnate for half a second.

Lu Wangchuan looked at Shen Du, tossing out the huge cloud of doubt that had hovered over the entire domestic business world for the past six months:

"Mr. Shen, you've been at the forefront resisting the bombardment of foreign capital during this time; you must have felt puzzled. Why, even though the state has already wielded the heavy fist of the 'anti-monopoly law', those overseas capitals holding offshore accounts still dare to cross the red line and spend money recklessly in the domestic sinking market? And why do the regulatory departments above seem blind, delaying any substantive crackdown on them?"

Shen Du didn't make a sound; he was waiting for the other party to reveal the final trump card.

"This isn't some regulatory loophole, nor is it that the higher-ups are soft-hearted." Lu Wangchuan's voice suddenly deepened, like a ringing bell, shattering all commercial appearances:

"There is a grand national strategic purpose behind this!"

"This is a gap intentionally left by the higher-ups. The purpose is, at this specific time node, to treat the foreign capital—so vast that it could influence regional economies—as fat fish, and forcibly absorb those tens of billions of dollars in foreign exchange into the foundation of the domestic sinking market!"

Lu Wangchuan's words were like a sharp flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the full picture of this plan.

Letting foreign capital in wasn't bringing a wolf into the house; it was a super meat grinder set up by the state machine.

It allowed those arrogant Wall Street giants to rush in with hundreds of billions in cash flow.

Using the 'anti-monopoly law' to force domestic chambers of commerce into silence, only foreign investors could spend money in the attrition war at the very bottom level.

Ultimately, this hot international money would be precipitated, skin and bone, into real nourishment for domestic bottom-level merchants and the internal economic cycle.

"Originally, when planning this grand strategy, many people above held dissenting opinions. They believed that letting a private entrepreneur like you, without any state-owned background, single-handedly carry the banner of resisting this transnational strangulation was too risky and uncontrollable."

"But, there happened to be a big shot above with extreme strategic vision who highly valued your operational capabilities. He overruled all objections, firmly believing that not only could you survive the ten-billion-level encirclement by foreign capital, but you could also cut down generals against the trend amidst this torrent of transnational capital."

In Lu Wangchuan's eyes, a trace of undisguised admiration flashed:

"Facts have proven that the big shot's judgment was extremely sharp. In these six months, the terrifying volume of three billion dollars from across the sea not only failed to shake Jiyuan Technology in the slightest, but was instead forcibly crushed by your 'B-side blood transfusion' tactic, silently turning into nourishment and falling into this huge commercial pond of our country."

Hearing this, Shen Du's brain, like a high-speed quantum computer, instantly connected all the seemingly unreasonable data, thoroughly understanding the underlying logic behind this order.

The first phase of the Yu Mountain chip base had ten factory buildings. Based on current high-end manufacturing profit margins, even if the capacity of these ten factories were fully utilized, running day and night without rest, the total annual net profit would only be a few billion RMB.

And now, the state level had directly thrown out 10 billion in pure cash, buying out the usage rights for only one of those factories for five years!

In normal commercial logic, this account could never be balanced.

Shen Du instantly attained enlightenment.

This 10 billion wasn't because the state really urgently needed this factory to produce some top-secret military equipment, but rather that the higher-ups had found a "military procurement" pretext that was absolutely compliant and impossible for any overseas forces to investigate.

It was a disguised form of precise financial support for him, the "flag-bearer" who had performed meritorious service in this transnational capital defense war.

Since Shen Du had drained the 2 billion monthly profit from his own base to hold back foreign capital for the sake of national strategy, the state machine was directly giving him a massive, bottomless blood transfusion through this military buyout deal.

After grasping this grand, sweeping national-level strategy, Shen Du took a deep breath.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to completely clarify this unspoken matter, before his voice could pass his throat, Lu Wangchuan sitting opposite him immediately raised his right hand, pressing it down firmly in mid-air.

With a serious, regime-internal meaningful gesture, he forcefully stopped Shen Du's next words.

"Mr. Shen, using national macro-policy to set up a trap for foreign capital—if this were to get out, it would be a matter of very bad nature."

Lu Wangchuan's tone carried unquestionable rigor and a sense of proportion, but his eyes revealed a sharp, tacit understanding:

"So, you just need to understand what's going on in your heart. Once you step out of this door, everything is just normal commercial competition and compliant military procurement. You only need to follow your original plan and continue."

Immediately following, this square-faced man representing the will of Beijing gave Shen Du the strongest reassurance, comparable to a get-out-of-jail-free card:

"As for the rest of the things in this chess game, feel free to act boldly. As long as you don't touch the bottom line of illegal and criminal activities..."

Lu Wangchuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low and resounding like thunder:

"In this grand national landscape, no one will come to question your capital flow. Similarly, absolutely no one will dare to come and question you!"

After delivering this heavy promise, Lu Wangchuan didn't stay for even a second longer.

He stood up decisively, reached out to pat the non-existent wrinkles on his dark suit, didn't look at the ten-billion-value top-secret contract again, and turned to walk toward the office's heavy solid wood door.

"Click."

With the opening and closing of the door, Lu Wangchuan's tall, straight figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The spacious and empty CEO's office returned to absolute silence, with only the slight hum of the air conditioning vent.

Shen Du sat quietly in the leather boss chair.

His slender fingertips gently caressed the military procurement contract with the red steel seal on the table.

With the support of this 10-billion cash flow, in this transnational strangulation war where one could easily be crushed to pieces, he already had the confidence to remain invincible.

Next, he only needed to sit in this office, coldly watching those high-and-mighty Wall Street capitals being silently drained of their last drop of blood in these deep, bottomless waters of the country.