180: Chapter 181 The Feast at the Peace Hotel!

Red wine flowed silently and precisely from the edge of the decanter into every crystal goblet.

The waiter retracted the tray with extremely light movements.

Keeping his head down the entire time, he quickly exited this private box located on the top floor of the Peace Hotel.

"Click."

As the heavy, soundproof wooden door emitted a dull closing sound.

The already heavy atmosphere inside the box was completely locked in at that instant, and the oppressive feeling reached its peak.

At the huge custom-made round table, exactly nine people were sitting.

Except for Shen Du, who sat in the main seat, the remaining eight were the absolute "ceiling" of the current Shanghai business world.

Li Jianfeng, responsible for top-tier equipment R&D;

Wu Tianheng, Zhou Zhenghai, and Zhu Qingshan, who controlled the discourse power of the traditional three giants.

Qin Zhengye, who controlled Sheng Tang Communications and the thermal power group; Su Yunjing, the leader in medical biopharmaceuticals; Chen Mingyuan, the leader in traditional internet and e-commerce; and Fu Zhaonan, the Shanghai private real estate giant.

Class barriers were strictly delineated in front of this round table.

The heads of second-tier families who watched the ceremony off-stage in the Zhangjiang park this morning,

including their proud offspring, didn't even have the qualifications to step into this box or sit at this table.

Shen Du extended his bony, distinct fingers, pinched the slender stem of the goblet, and raised it unhurriedly.

"Everyone."

Shen Du's gaze swept steadily across the round table. There was no frivolity of a newborn calf in his tone, only composure:

"Thank you all for coming to support me in Zhangjiang today.

This first glass, I toast to you all first."

As his words fell, there were no long, hypocritical pleasantries.

Shen Du tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and he drained the red wine in his glass crisply and neatly.

Facing this handler who had entered the game the shortest amount of time but held the most core lifeline, none of the eight hundred-billion giants on the opposite side spoke or acted arrogantly.

They lifted the wine glasses in front of them in unison and sent the wine down their throats with surprisingly consistent movements.

The goblets were placed back on the table, emitting a series of slight glass clinking sounds.

With the wine in their stomachs, these eight industry oligarchs, who could cause huge waves in the Huangpu River just by stomping their feet,

tacitly placed their hands on the rims of the cups in front of them.

No one moved their chopsticks, and no one opened their mouths to make small talk.

Eight pairs of experienced, sharp eyes, having gone through countless ups and downs in the business sea, were now like searchlights, all focused on Shen Du in the main seat.

They were waiting.

Waiting for this young man who had killed his way through the internet with the bloodiest methods in two years and had the backing of the official sky-high background,

to reveal the true trump card of today's banquet.

As the alcohol gradually dissolved in his stomach, turning into a trace of heat rising along the nerve endings,

Shen Du finally broke the suffocating silence in the box.

He did not touch the empty goblet in front of him again.

Instead, he crossed his hands and rested them against his chin.

His gaze, like an extremely sharp scalpel, coldly cut through the layer of politeness on the surface of this banquet.

"Everyone, since we are all sitting at this table, I won't say any polite nonsense."

Shen Du's voice was not loud, but in the extremely soundproof box, it smashed into everyone's eardrums extremely clearly:

"Actually, everyone knows that a small semiconductor park ribbon-cutting is not worth me going to such great lengths to gather all of you here."

The eight giants maintained their posture of hands on the cup rims.

There wasn't even a trace of flicker in their eyes; they just stared at him fixedly.

"My purpose is very simple."

Shen Du leaned forward slightly, and a wild ambition that far exceeded the perception of everyone present erupted from his deep pupils:

"I don't just want Jiyuan Technology to fight alone in the semiconductor field.

I want to join hands with everyone present, to integrate the funds, equipment, communication networks, and even industrial real estate in your hands..."

His distinct fingers tapped heavily on the smooth tabletop:

"To forge a semiconductor empire that is unshakable domestically and indestructible internationally!"

When the words "empire" came out, it was like a heavy hammer, smashing the forcibly maintained calm in the box.

The eight hundred-billion giants who were just as steady as Mount Tai.

Several people's pupils contracted sharply due to shock, and the backs of their hands resting on the wine glasses even had blue veins bulging.

No one answered.

But in their experienced minds, countless suspicious and uncertain thoughts had already exploded like a storm.

In the eyes of this group of old foxes who had been struggling for most of their lives,

a high-risk industry like semiconductors, which burns money and can be throttled by foreign capital at any time, is simply not suitable to be touched in the domestic business war environment.

And now Shen Du wants to drag all of them into the game?

The most fatal thing is that Shen Du is not a pure businessman at all.

Behind him is Secretary Shen Hai, who sits firmly in the first chair of Shanghai!

He is here now, openly demanding a joint formation of a "semiconductor empire."

Is it Shen Du's business fantasy as an internet upstart...

Or does that frontier official want to enter the game himself, borrowing Shen Du's hand to forcibly reorganize the financial resources of the entire Shanghai?

If it is the latter, it means that the political and business bottom line that the Shen Family has always adhered to has completely changed.

The entire domestic business circle has long been solidified and locked. If these eight people leave Shanghai, they have no foothold at all.

If this is official authorization.

Then it means that the entire Shanghai business landscape is about to usher in a world-destroying earthquake!

The air in the box seemed to be sucked dry at this instant.

Faced with this sudden cross-border invitation, the other eight people were stunned on the spot.

After a brief shock.

A panic about "power endorsement" spread uncontrollably in the eyes of this group of old foxes.

"Nephew Shen."

In the oppressive silence, Wu Tianheng finally spoke.

As the leader with the largest volume and heaviest discourse power in the entire traditional Shanghai faction.

He slowly loosened his hand holding the wine glass, his gaze looking directly at Shen Du sitting in the main seat.

Using a subtle form of address, he directly pointed out the political background that everyone feared.

"You should understand one thing."

Wu Tianheng's voice was very deep, with a heaviness as if he had been pushed to the wall:

"Currently, the entire domestic business circle has long been completely solidified.

The eight of us, if we go to any other province or city now, it is impossible to have any chance of a foothold.

Our lifelines are all in Shanghai.

And everyone knows who is in charge of this entire Shanghai."

Wu Tianheng rested his hands on the tabletop, his body leaning forward slightly, directly forcing this most fatal logic:

"So, how should this statement you just threw out be interpreted?

Does this represent the official meaning?

Or does it mean that our Shanghai business environment, which has been stable for more than a decade, is about to face a major reshuffle?"

Once these words came out, Zhou Zhenghai and Qin Zhengye, who were on the side, although they didn't speak.

But the muscles on their backs had already instinctively tightened to the limit.

Eight pairs of eyes were locked on Shen Du's face, waiting for the answer that could decide the life and death of their families.

Faced with this series of forced questions from Wu Tianheng, which were full of defense and probing.

Shen Du did not hesitate at all and waved his hand very crisply.

"That is not the case."

Shen Du directly shattered the deduction of the conspiracy theory in their minds.

He moved his gaze away from Wu Tianheng's face.

His gaze swept sharply over every giant present, his tone carrying a cold analysis:

"Gentlemen, your vision is too shallow."

This ruthless evaluation made the several bosses in the box frown at the same time.

"You think I am relying on official power to forcibly lock you in this domestic plate to skin and bleed you, to engage in some redistribution of interests?"

Shen Du did not give them any room to breathe, and pierced through this layer of window paper:

"I, Shen Du, am not that bored, and the officials don't have such leisure time."

He rested his hands on the table, staring at this group of so-called financial giants.

Raising the entire business landscape to a dimension that made them feel dizzy:

"I want to take all of you and put you on the super aircraft carrier of semiconductors, Jiyuan Technology.

Point the guns outward and set sail for the real big battlefield internationally!"

Shen Du's voice suddenly rose, hitting everyone's eardrums like a heavy hammer:

"Involuting without a bottom line locally, crushing each other, guarding against dark arrows beside you every day.

Working hard to earn this little bit of hard-earned money domestically, are you really willing?!"

The breathing in the box suddenly became a bit heavier.

"There is a super plate with a population of over eight billion globally.

And we are fighting to the death right now, but we are only doing business for these one billion plus people!"

Shen Du pointed one hand at the heavy floor-to-ceiling window of the box, as if he wanted to tear the outside world open for them to see.

He threw out the ultimate question:

"Don't you gentlemen present want to sell your things to the whole world completely?

To go and crazily grab meat from the pockets of those overseas capitals?!"

After hearing these words.

The breathing in the box did become a bit heavier, and even a trace of long-lost excitement flashed in the eyes of the bosses.

But only a few seconds passed.

Zhou Zhenghai, who was sitting next to Wu Tianheng, poured a basin of ice water over their heads.

Zhou Zhenghai pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at Shen Du with a very calm gaze:

"Mr. Shen, the idea you mentioned, it's not that we people present haven't tried it before."

His voice was extremely heavy, directly dissecting that bloody reality:

"But in the end, what was the outcome?

All were mercilessly crushed by foreign capital using terrifying technical gaps."

"Running overseas to purchase some real estate, or smashing money into those heavy asset entity businesses that purely rely on capital, can indeed barely make some profit.

But if you really want to fight against them at the technological level, that is tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

Zhou Zhenghai crossed his hands, his tone becoming increasingly cold: "What's more, we are not just a plate of loose sand now, but also have internal and external troubles."

He turned his head to look around at the giants present, and stared at Shen Du again:

"The blockade from abroad has not yet had a clue, and the domestic encirclement and suppression are already at the gates.

Where do we have the energy now to open up any overseas markets?"

"You are not unaware of what a miserable state the Shanghai business world has been in for the past few years."

Zhou Zhenghai's tone revealed a trace of deep fatigue: "Xinghuo, Meituan, almost the entire industry was dragged into that kind of extremely vicious business struggle.

To put it bluntly.

The companies we present have only just caught their breath from that kind of death struggle, and at most, it's only been two months."

He held up one finger and pointed to the north.

"The capital from the Beijing Circle, and the local families from various regions who are eyeing us like tigers, they have never given up on the big cake of Shanghai.

The peace we have on the surface now is only because we have just won in the meat grinder."

Zhou Zhenghai hit the nail on the head, pointing out the current capital dilemma:

"The people around the entire Shanghai are peeping in the dark at every moment, ready to bite our death hole at any time and give us a fatal blow!"

Faced with this statement from Zhou Zhenghai, which was full of bloody words and realistic weight, Shen Du did not speak to refute.

Because this is the truth, it is the period of weakness that the entire domestic capital has to face at the moment.

But in the eyes of this experienced handler, there was not even a trace of discouragement or retreat.

Under the oppressive gaze of the eight hundred-billion giants present.

Shen Du pressed his hands on the table, his shoulders and back exerted force suddenly, and he stood up directly in the main seat.

The shadow instantly shrouded the table in front of him.

He looked down at Zhou Zhenghai.

Preparing to slam that trump card, which could completely shatter this defensive thinking, directly onto this table.