221: Chapter 222 Please have the Municipal Party Secretary personally issue the order! Tearing apart America's long-arm jurisdiction

Shen Du sat behind the massive mahogany desk, his fingertips flipping through a thick stack of documents.

The pages were densely printed with lists of century-old European financial families.

As well as a list of multinational giants entrenched at the pinnacle of the industrial pyramid.

He frowned slightly and tossed the materials back onto the desk.

He was very clear: while Jiyuan Technology was currently in its prime domestically, and even the Eight Giants of Shanghai were firmly tied to his chariot,

but in the eyes of those European "old money" families across the Atlantic who prided themselves on their deep heritage and arrogance,

he was, at best, just a newly risen "nouveau riche" from the East.

On the international stage, a nouveau riche and a century-old family were creatures from entirely different dimensions.

With the highest-level sanctions order from the United States already issued,

merely relying on the name of a private enterprise like Jiyuan Technology to go to Europe to "pay respects" would not even get the iron gate of their estates opened for him.

If a conventional commercial breakthrough could not be found, then the conventions must be overturned.

Shen Du did not hesitate; he reached out and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk.

He took out a vintage-looking special phone that had undergone the highest level of physical anti-eavesdropping treatment.

He skillfully entered a complex, top-secret encryption code and, for the first time, proactively dialed the direct line to Secretary Shen Hai of Shanghai.

"Beep... beep..."

Accompanying the low waiting tone, Shen Du's gaze looked profound under the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

He now needed an official hammer heavy enough to forcibly smash open the gates of interest for European capital on his behalf.

"Click."

The phone was answered instantly after only two rings.

Secretary Shen Hai's extremely calm and authoritative voice came through the receiver:

"Shen Du? You taking the initiative to use this line to find me suggests that the matter is not small."

"Secretary Shen."

Shen Du did not engage in any pleasantries or small talk; he cut straight to the core:

"The business gateway in the United States has been physically welded shut by Washington's sanctions act.

But I believe that across the Atlantic, we still have a chance to completely turn things around on the European continent."

The breathing on the other end of the phone paused slightly.

Shen Du's gaze was sharp; he did not give the other party much time to react, immediately throwing out the plan he had been plotting for a long time:

"Those old-school European families look down on ordinary nouveau riche; Jiyuan Technology's name alone is not enough to invite them."

"Therefore, I would like to ask the Municipal Committee to take the lead."

Shen Du's hand holding the phone tightened slightly, his tone revealing a sense of oppressive determination:

"Withstand the current high pressure of international sanctions.

In the name of the Chinese authorities, invite the major European semiconductor and industrial giants to Shanghai for a 'friendly discussion' across the entire industry."

The office was deathly silent, with only the extremely faint rustling of current coming through the multi-encrypted receiver.

"This is the most perfect stepping stone."

Shen Du stared fixedly at the skyline outside the floor-to-ceiling window:

"As long as we can cram this group of old foxes into the same venue, I will fight the remaining war of capital interests."

There was silence on the other end for two seconds, followed by an extremely low, cold chuckle from Secretary Shen Hai.

"Your commercial intuition is actually sharper than those politicians in Washington."

Secretary Shen Hai was not angered by this almost crazy proposal.

Instead, his voice revealed a hint of rare mockery:

"Just this morning, an internal reference report was submitted with international intelligence.

EU representatives directly confronted the US State Department's pressure commissioner at a closed-door meeting in Geneva."

Shen Du listened quietly, the corners of his mouth already curling up involuntarily.

"The Americans took those sanctions acts and demanded that Europe fully cooperate with their so-called 'long-arm jurisdiction' to completely cut off all trade in chips and their accessories involving China.

Guess how those European old aristocrats responded?"

Secretary Shen Hai's tone was vivid, as if he had witnessed the confrontation himself.

"That EU representative slammed the table in front of everyone, pointed at the American's nose, and questioned:

'You can't possibly think that we would use rice cookers imported from China to build bombs and start a war, right?!'"

"And then?" Shen Du couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"And then? The United States representative was speechless on the spot and stopped pestering them on this issue."

Secretary Shen Hai pierced through the hypocritical nature of the Western alliance with one needle:

"Long-arm jurisdiction is indeed overbearing, but the Europeans do not buy into that at all in their bones.

In their eyes, as long as it doesn't involve the red line of military industry, in the commercial field, as long as the benefits are generous enough, Europe will absolutely turn a blind eye to Washington's sanctions order."

"Therefore, your judgment is very accurate."

Secretary Shen Hai's voice on the other end of the phone became dignified and solemn again:

"Chip exports are a battle of national destiny; it cannot rely solely on internal digestion by local enterprises.

Europe is indeed the best breakthrough point for us to tear apart this web of sanctions!"

"In that case, the Municipal Committee will take this on."

Secretary Shen Hai did not hesitate and made the final decision on the phone:

"I will personally lead the effort to draft a plan for a friendly trade discussion targeting core European financial conglomerates.

Once the official process of the conference is complete, I will personally invite them to the 'State Guest House' for a top-tier closed-door banquet.

That will be the time for you to take the stage."

Hearing the words "State Guest House," Shen Du's fingers holding the phone tightened slightly.

That was the place with the highest courtesy for receiving foreign guests in all of Shanghai, and even the entire country.

For Secretary Shen Hai to set the location there meant he was already using official backing.

"But Shen Du, listen to me clearly."

Secretary Shen Hai's voice suddenly sank, carrying an oppressive force that allowed for no mistakes, and slammed heavily into the receiver:

"For this group of European representatives to fly over at such a critical juncture, while staring down that huge sanctions web from the United States, they are already taking huge political and commercial risks."

"There is only this one opportunity this year.

At the banquet in the State Guest House, it depends on how you perform.

If you cannot bring out something that makes them tempted, this game of chess will be a complete dead end."

Feeling the immense pressure coming from the other end of the phone, Shen Du's eyes did not retreat in the slightest; instead, they erupted with the sharpness of a sword.

"Understood, Secretary."

Shen Du had no superfluous nonsense or guarantees, only returning a promise of great weight:

"I will definitely seize this opportunity to make these Europeans completely stunned by our domestic chip industry."

"Click."

Shen Du hung up the red special phone in his hand.

He turned around and strode toward the giant explosion-proof safe embedded in the wall behind his desk.

Entering a complex password and passing the iris verification, with a soft "hiss," the heavy metal door slowly popped open.

Shen Du reached out and took out all the top-secret documents involving core semiconductor production capacity and upstream and downstream supply chain planning.

With a "clatter," he spread them all out on the wide solid wood desk.

He supported himself on the edge of the desk with both hands, looking down at the data on the paper that represented the pinnacle of domestic industrial crystallization.

Shen Du knew better than anyone that a net of chip controls, arguably the strictest in history—even one unseen in later generations—had already been cast over his head.

If he wanted to make that group of old-school European capitalists, who never let go of an eagle until they saw the rabbit, risk being strangled by Washington, mere dimensionality-reducing strikes in technology were not enough.

Whether it was multinational business or international trade, the core at the bottom layer was always interest!

If he could not produce a bargaining chip that would make the Europeans go crazy, and offer conditions a hundred times more generous than those of the United States, this group of old foxes would absolutely not take a single step into danger.

Shen Du reached out and picked up a red pen on the desk, took off the cap, and his eyes appeared cold and ruthless under the sunlight coming through the floor-to-ceiling window.

There was no hesitation.

He applied force to his wrist.

The pen tip fiercely stabbed at several industry documents involving domestic low-end electronic assembly and packaging and testing.

He drew several glaring red lines heavily.

To completely tear open the iron barrel of European capital interests, Shen Du swung the butcher's knife without hesitation.

He wanted to take the initiative to cut flesh, sparing no cost to sacrifice the jobs and profits of this part of the domestic low-end industrial chain.

He would precisely cut this huge cake, stained with blood, and directly deliver it to the local physical factories in Europe!

Only by providing sufficient benefits would they have stronger motivation.