204: Chapter 205 Using the security passage to send files, the underground emperor Chen Fei is going to expose the Koreans' true colors.

Technical Expert Su Hua left the President's office with a solemn expression, holding the heavy "Cloning Chip" approval document.

As the mahogany double doors of the office closed again, absolute silence returned to the vast space.

Shen Du sat in the large boss's chair.

His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, but his gaze fell back onto the financial report General Manager Chen Shengqiang had sent earlier.

That five-hundred-million-dollar memory foundry order from South Korea.

It was like a thorn stuck in his flesh, causing Shen Du to feel a sense of discomfort, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

"This is too abnormal..."

A deep glint flashed in Shen Du's eyes as he repeatedly simulated every detail of this transaction in his mind.

In the bloodless battlefield of semiconductors, which is monopolized by the West, the Koreans have always looked down on others with their noses in the air.

They are in the same boat as those Wall Street capital giants, and their technological blockade against the domestic market can be described as strictly guarded.

Now, not only have they taken the initiative to send a large order,

but to accommodate Jiyuan Technology's "bulky" chips,

they are even willing to make humiliating concessions on their own industrial design standards that they take pride in.

This is definitely not just a simple technical probe, or as simple as coveting Jiyuan Technology's heat dissipation process.

In this deep water area that easily involves the nation's technological lifeline,

any abnormality in commercial logic must hide a hair-raising strategic scheme behind it!

Shen Du took a deep breath, and without the slightest hesitation, he pressed the internal encrypted private line on his desk.

"Hong Yun, come in for a moment."

In less than half a minute, Hong Yun, dressed in a sharp professional suit, pushed the door and entered.

Since returning from her hometown in Yunnan after the New Year, the coldness in Hong Yun had subtly gained a touch of stable composure and gentleness.

But in a work state, she was still the sharpest and most rigorous blade in Shen Du's hands.

"President Shen." Hong Yun walked to the desk.

"Go to the confidential room immediately."

Shen Du's expression was extremely serious, his tone filled with unquestionable lethality:

"Take all the detailed information on this five-hundred-million-dollar order from the Korean side.

Including their technical parameter requests for the memory chips, the specific blueprints for the motherboard widening,

and all the negotiation recordings from General Manager Chen Shengqiang's side, pack them all up exactly as they are."

Hong Yun's expression tightened, and she immediately realized the severity of the matter: "Should I send it to the Legal Department or the Technical Department after packing?"

"Send it to no one."

Shen Du's gaze was like a torch as he hammered down the death order, word by word:

"Apply the highest level of seal, use our safest dedicated channel in Shanghai, and send this file directly to City Hall!"

Hong Yun's heart jumped: "Send it to Secretary Shen Hai?"

"Yes."

Shen Du nodded, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the prosperous financial center at his feet, his voice low and cold.

"The semiconductor industry has never been a simple family business, but a vital national instrument involved in the game of great powers.

In terms of business, I can see through their commercial espionage plots and use the Tianmu Mountain ban to defend against them."

Shen Du turned around, his deep eyes flashing with a strategic pattern that made one's heart tremble:

"But at this sensitive time, the Korean chaebols are suddenly flirting with us.

Is there Wall Street's instruction behind this?

Is there a deeper geopolitical trap?

This has already exceeded the scope of judgment for a single enterprise like ours."

"Let the official top-level think tank intervene.

I need Secretary Shen Hai to stand at the height of national strategy and help me strip off the skin of these Koreans behind the scenes!"

Watching Hong Yun's back as she left in a hurry with the top-secret file, Shen Du sat back in the large boss's chair.

The official judgment on the surface has been sent out.

But in this undercurrent of international games,

those high-ranking politicians and chaebols often show their flaws in the most inconspicuous dark corners.

Those dirty and exhausting jobs that cannot see the light still need another blade to pry them open.

Shen Du opened the drawer, took out a specially made private mobile phone without any address book backup, and skillfully dialed a number.

Meanwhile, on the bustling Bund Avenue in Shanghai.

A black Porsche Panamera with an arrogant consecutive license plate "Shanghai A · 88888"

was moving steadily through the heavy traffic like an elegant black panther.

The man sitting in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel

wore a crisp, high-end tailored suit, and his hair was combed meticulously.

On his wrist was a Richard Mille worth millions.

Just looking at this style, he was definitely a top-tier nouveau riche chaebol in Shanghai.

But in reality,

he was the former "Mr. Know-It-All" who scraped by at the bottom of Shanghai society by reselling information: Chen Fei.

In these past few years, Chen Fei's life could be said to have undergone a heaven-turning nuclear fission.

Ever since Hong Yun was completely whitewashed and went abroad to control those tens of billions of dollars in offshore funds for Shen Du,

the vast industries in the gray area that she originally left behind in the country,

as well as the top-tier private club services, were all handed over to Chen Fei.

Today's Chen Fei had already been reborn.

In this flamboyant vanity fair, everyone knew he was the most trusted "black glove" of Boss Shen of Jiyuan Technology.

Even the Eight Giants of Shanghai, those private tea parties and the "spoils-sharing meetings" worth hundreds of billions, were all left to him to arrange personally.

With the endorsement of Shen Du and The Eight Giants, which could be called sky-high,

Chen Fei was like a fish in water in both the black and white worlds of Shanghai, becoming the well-deserved "Underground Emperor" and the number one socialite.

Now, no matter how big the background of the dignitaries was, they had to respectfully hand him a cigarette and respectfully call him "Brother Fei" when they saw him.

But he knew better than anyone else where this sky-high wealth came from.

His greatest pride in this life was being the most obedient and sharp-nosed hunting dog in Shen Du's hands.

Just as Chen Fei was driving, calculating in his mind how to deal with the banquet invitation of a second-rate family young master tonight,

the phone on the passenger seat suddenly vibrated violently.

Chen Fei glanced at the screen casually.

When he saw the note with only the word "Shen" on the caller ID,

his originally lazy and calm expression tightened instantly, and he even subconsciously held his breath.

Chen Fei slammed on the brakes and parked the arrogant Porsche Panamera steadily on the side of the road.

He took a deep breath, quickly adjusted his breathing, and then pressed the answer button very solemnly.

"Hello, Brother Shen."

Chen Fei's voice was very low, and his tone revealed an undisguised respect and flattery:

"Happy late New Year to you.

I know you've been busy dealing with tens of billions in big business since the beginning of the year.

A small fry like me didn't dare to call and disturb you casually."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Du's calm and gentle chuckle came through.

"Don't give me that nonsense."

Shen Du leaned back in the boss's chair, his tone casual yet revealing the intimacy unique to a superior:

"You are now the famous 'Brother Fei' in our Shanghai.

You've tidied up the mess left by Hong Yun very well.

Even Old Wu and the others have praised you to me several times for being efficient.

We are all our own people; whenever you have time, feel free to come to the top floor office of Jiyuan Technology to have tea with me."

Just this sentence "We are all our own people" and "feel free to come for tea"

made Chen Fei, sitting in the car, feel his blood boiling slightly.

In this strictly hierarchical capital circle,

being personally recognized by a god-like figure worth hundreds of billions like Shen Du made him feel more honored than earning a billion.

"Brother Shen, you are flattering me. In front of you, I, Chen Fei, will always be the little Fei who holds the horse and pulls the stirrup for you."

Chen Fei immediately expressed his stance, and then his expression became serious: "Brother Shen, you called me at this time, is there any dirty work you need me to do?"

"There is indeed something, it's not convenient for people on the surface to come forward, so I need to use your channels to probe the bottom."

Shen Du's voice faded the smile and gradually became deep and cold:

"Recently, Samsung Semiconductor from South Korea

has sent a high-level delegation to Shanghai, and is negotiating a foundry business worth hundreds of millions of dollars with Jiyuan Technology."

"You have many eyes and ears among all walks of life in Shanghai, help me cast the net and keep an eye on these Koreans around the clock.

I want to know who they met in private, what calls they made, and... the real purpose of them running here to seek cooperation with us."

Listening to Shen Du's instructions,

Chen Fei's brain was like a supercomputer running at high speed, instantly retrieving key information from his massive intelligence database.

In less than three seconds,

Chen Fei spoke with certainty, showing his terrifying intelligence control as the "Mr. Know-It-All" of Shanghai.

"Brother Shen, you called at just the right time.

There's no need to cast another net; the bottom line of these Koreans is just under my nose."

Chen Fei looked at the bustling night view outside the car window, and a cold smile unique to a local tyrant hooked up at the corner of his mouth:

"These past few days, several Korean representatives who speak with a Seoul accent and do semiconductor business

have just booked a semi-private booth in the corner of the lobby of our Yonglu, and have eaten several dinners in a row."

"They thought that talking in such a crowded lobby was the most inconspicuous.

But they don't know at all.

Even a fly that flies into the entire Yonglu now has to get my permission first!"

Shen Du on the other end of the phone heard this, and a trace of appreciation flashed in his eyes:

"Very good.

Since they are on your territory, then this matter is left to you.

Remember, don't alert the enemy."

"Don't worry, Brother Shen!"

Chen Fei's eyes sharpened, and his whole body exuded a sense of ruthlessness and decisiveness:

"I will go to Yonglu to meet them personally.

As long as these Koreans have ghosts in their hearts, I guarantee to strip them down to their underwear!"