166: Chapter 167 The Behind-the-Scenes Strategy of Personally Funding the Poverty Line

His consciousness slowly withdrew from the grand "Geomantic Map."

The flash of icy killing intent in Shen Du's eyes was perfectly hidden deep within his profound pupils.

Facing the Su Family's truly insane operation of "killing allies and swallowing assets,"

he did not explain to General Manager Chen Shengqiang about that black line of fate representing greed.

Nor did he choose to continue questioning or investigating what kind of shady and vicious methods Young Master Su Chi had used at this juncture.

As a reincarnated individual, Shen Du possessed a chilling strategic composure.

He knew well.

Since the opponent had already completed a shocking transformation and lurked into deeper darkness,

engaging in a long-distance struggle now would only disrupt his established pace of development.

"Let this matter end here; there is no need to investigate further."

Shen Du leaned back into his large leather chair, waved his hand calmly, and issued the closing instructions to General Manager Chen Shengqiang:

"Issue a public notice. Since the opponent has slammed on the brakes, we will also take the opportunity to close the net.

Starting this month, completely end the wartime leverage state.

Let the Spark market gradually return to a normal commercial operating model."

General Manager Chen Shengqiang nodded and was just about to turn to cut off all the money-burning channels in the market when Shen Du suddenly called out to him.

"Wait. The traffic subsidies for ordinary users can stop. However, for the sinking market, the promised poverty subsidies and business assistance subsidies—do not cut these two lines; continue to distribute them as usual."

Shen Du tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, making a decision that was full of human touch and grand vision.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang was stunned for a moment and kindly reminded him:

"General Manager Shen, since the battle is over, if we unilaterally retain these two regular distributions, although it's a drop in the bucket compared to the previous spending, it will still form a certain drag on the company's normal book profits over the long term."

"I know. But after fighting for more than half a year, the common people and grassroots merchants in the sinking market have truly stood by us."

There was a rare, gentle undertone in Shen Du's tone:

"Added together, these two items won't cost much in a month. But for those who are truly in distress and need a helping hand, this is the living water that can change their destiny."

Speaking of this, Shen Du paused slightly and threw out a sentence that completely moved General Manager Chen Shengqiang:

"From now on, this portion of capital expenditure does not need to go through the company's operating accounts. It will be deducted directly from my personal dividend income every month. Just consider it a small contribution I, Shen Du, am making to society."

Hearing this, General Manager Chen Shengqiang's breathing stalled slightly, and a trace of deep admiration flashed in his eyes.

In this era where capitalists are desperate to suck every penny of profit dry, Shen Du's magnanimity in paying out of his own pocket to stabilize public sentiment and give back to the grassroots had long since left that family, who only knew how to frantically amass wealth, far behind in terms of vision.

"I understand, General Manager Shen! I will go implement this right away."

After receiving the order, General Manager Chen Shengqiang nodded solemnly and turned to leave the office.

As the heavy door slowly closed, General Manager Chen Shengqiang walked down the quiet corridor, recalling the strange market upheaval that had occurred over the past few days, and couldn't help but feel a strange chill in his heart.

Although this vigorous slaughter in the sinking market had ended hastily in a baffling way, his intuition, honed from fighting in piles of the dead, kept sounding the alarm: This matter definitely had not ended here.

The vicious wolf entrenched in Beijing was merely hiding, licking the blood of its allies. This brief peace was nothing more than the most oppressive dead silence before the arrival of the next, even more terrifying storm.

When the sound of General Manager Chen Shengqiang's footsteps completely disappeared outside the door, the large president's office returned to a silence where a pin drop could be heard.

Shen Du composed his mind, turned around, and pressed the remote control on his desk.

As the huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows were slowly covered by heavy blackout blinds, the light in the office instantly dimmed.

He sat back at the large rosewood desk and reached out to pull open the bottom drawer. He placed his finger on the computer inside, which was rarely turned on, completely physically disconnected from the internet, and relied solely on internal dedicated lines for data transmission—a high-security level computer.

Fingerprint recognition, plus a dynamic key.

"Beep—Identity verification passed. Welcome to the Jiyuan Technology archive."

As the screen lit up with a cold blue light, Shen Du's gaze completely withdrew from the noisy, impetuous, and money-grubbing internet sinking market. He dove headfirst, without hesitation, into the deep waters that truly concerned the national destiny and the future survival of Jiyuan Technology—the hardcore technology landscape.

Popping up in the center of the screen was a top-secret document titled "Western Zhejiang Tianmu Mountain Outskirts: Jiyuan Semiconductor Foundry Base Third Quarter Overall Planning Report."

For Shen Du, whether it was the previously lucrative Jiyuan Entertainment or the Spark Meituan market that now held massive cash flow, they were merely "blood bags" used to transfuse blood for his empire.

This chip foundry base, hidden in the deep mountains and forests of Western Zhejiang and roaring day and night, was the true foundation for Jiyuan Technology to settle down after it was about to strip away its "entertainment attributes," and even the trump card to smash open the doors of Wall Street and confront global capital hegemony in the future!

Shen Du clicked open the report, and rows of detailed data came into view. The report showed:

The most core and highest security level 'Plant One' in the entire base had now fully completed the construction of military-grade special anti-peeping fences and physical electromagnetic isolation.

More importantly, Plant One had successfully passed the official strict audit and officially began docking with high-level military secret units, starting small-batch directional production of special military chips.

With the endorsement and deep binding of the military industrial system, this meant that the Tianmu Mountain base had not only put on a layer of "bulletproof vest" that no commercial capital could shake, but had also completely integrated into the country's most core strategic defense line.

And in the commercial operation sector outside of military industry, the grand '2-15' project was also being pushed forward frantically day and night.

Currently, three high-specification constant-temperature dust-free workshops had been completely constructed, the equipment debugged and powered on, and they had officially been put into assembly line operation.

Although limited by the current overall technical accumulation and unable to impact the most cutting-edge, high-precision fields yet, these three workshops had already begun to continuously undertake production orders for mid-to-low-end chips from various large and small domestic enterprises, various smart home appliances, and IoT devices.

Shen Du's gaze finally fell on the line of red financial accounting data at the very bottom of the report.

As a pioneering work that had just torn open the Western technology blockade net, these few commercial foundry assembly lines, which had not been running for long, were currently able to stably generate about 10 million RMB in net profit for Jiyuan Technology every month.