237: Chapter 238 Keep all the sparks of revolution in the country! The sharpest "military dagger" personally leads the team on their journey.

Shanghai International Airport, VIP exclusive tarmac.

The midday sun poured down onto the open runway without any obstruction.

A brand-new Gulfstream G650ER, with a sleek body and almost no unnecessary paint, lay quietly at the end of the tarmac.

The engines were emitting a low, pre-heating roar.

This was what Hong Yun had prepared for this trip to Europe.

She had directly utilized a massive amount of capital to forcibly intercept a top-spec, ready-to-fly aircraft from the market in the most aggressive way possible.

To ensure nothing went wrong.

She even spent a fortune to secure an entire gold-standard foreign flight crew with over fifteen years of accident-free transoceanic flight records.

Shen Du stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP lounge, his gaze passing through the explosion-proof glass to land on the steel behemoth with extreme range outside.

A hint of surprise couldn't help but flash across his eyes.

But compared to the private jet outside, which represented the world's top-tier transport capability.

The air inside the VIP lounge at this moment felt as if it had solidified, permeating with a suffocating heaviness.

"You going to Europe all by yourself, completely exposed, is too dangerous."

Hong Yun sat on the leather sofa behind Shen Du.

This woman, who was usually decisive in the business world and wielded control over the flow of hundreds of billions in capital.

At this moment, her hands were tightly clasped on her knees, her knuckles slightly white from the force.

She looked at Shen Du's back, not hiding anything at all, and unreservedly cast the worry in her eyes outward.

Shen Du turned from the floor-to-ceiling window, his deep gaze landing on Hong Yun.

In any normal logic of business operations.

A cross-border negotiation involving the entire European semiconductor alliance and core interests worth hundreds of billions.

When the commander-in-chief sets out, he should at least bring core members of the level of General Manager Chen Shengqiang or Xu Hao to hold the line.

But this time, Shen Du's arrangements revealed a near-cold determination.

The core direct line of Jiyuan Technology, Xu Hao, Lin Zimo, and Chen Fei.

As well as the current mainstays of various business sectors, General Manager Chen Shengqiang, Technical Expert Su Hua, and Operations Manager Zhang Nan.

Even Hong Yun, who managed a massive pool of capital right before him.

Were all firmly held back in the country by him with a tough stance that left no room for negotiation.

Except for the personnel assigned by the authorities, he didn't even bring a single one of his own people.

This wasn't a business trip at all, but a "physical isolation."

Shen Du knew better than anyone just how low the bottom line of those Western oligarchs was when they were backed into a corner and ready to flip the table.

His arrangement was a worst-case scenario defense.

As long as these "pillars" and "sparks" in the country could be kept intact.

Then even if he were truly eliminated on the other side of the ocean.

Jiyuan Technology, this semiconductor aircraft carrier that had just set sail, would absolutely not fall apart in an instant.

Facing Hong Yun's undisguised worry, Shen Du walked over to the sofa, not revealing the bloody bottom card in his heart.

"I'm just going to discuss the follow-up details of the implementation of China-Europe cooperation."

Shen Du's tone was flat.

He reached out and gently patted Hong Yun's shoulder, then naturally sat down beside her:

"It's not like I'm going out to fight a real war with blades and guns, there's nothing to worry about."

Hong Yun was the type of woman who had truly fought her way out of a cutthroat arena of fame and fortune.

How could she not see through this cruel arrangement that was akin to "settling one's affairs"?

If it were just a routine business confrontation.

Even if the opponent were a top-tier Wall Street consortium.

Shen Du would absolutely never make such an abnormal move of locking all his trump cards in the country.

He didn't bring anyone, and even directly rejected her request to accompany him.

It was because on the chessboard on the other side of the ocean, there existed an uncontrollable probability of death.

But Hong Yun displayed the rare restraint of a top-tier supportive partner.

There was no hysterical questioning, nor did she press for answers about the risks behind it like an ordinary woman.

She simply followed Shen Du's reassurance and gently rested her head on his broad, upright suit-clad shoulder.

"When you come back, let's have a child."

Hong Yun's voice was very soft, even carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling.

Yet she delivered this request, which should have been full of longing, with a heavy sense of fatalism.

Feeling the warmth coming from her shoulder.

Shen Du's hand, which was resting on the sofa armrest, paused slightly for half a second, then naturally reached back to hold her hand.

"Mm."

Shen Du nodded, naturally taking the topic over, his tone carrying a rare touch of tenderness:

"Mom has also been hoping for me to settle down early. After I'm completely done with the matters in Europe for this period, and everything has settled, it will be time to arrange the wedding."

He turned his head, looking at Hong Yun's side profile which carried a hint of fatigue, and smiled slightly:

"When the time comes, I'll cooperate with however many you want to have."

Just when this brief moment of tenderness was almost melting the murderous atmosphere in the waiting room.

"Click!"

1:30 PM.

The heavy soundproof double doors of the VIP lounge were pushed open without warning from the outside.

The dull sound instantly severed the tenderness in the room.

Shen Du frowned slightly, his gaze passing over the top of Hong Yun's head to look toward the door.

According to his initial estimation, to prevent the target from being too large, the authorities.

The security detail accompanying him this time should have only been a standard configuration plainclothes special duty team.

But when he saw the leader who strode over the threshold, a hint of surprise still couldn't help but flash across his eyes.

The person who arrived was none other than the man who had left a string of numbers in his office yesterday and called himself "Uncle."

Shen Hong.

Today, Shen Hong had completely shed the suit from yesterday that had been full of contrast.

He had changed into a sharp tactical uniform without any rank insignia hanging on it.

His tactical boots, still carrying old mud stains, stepped on the carpet; he looked like a military bayonet that had been unsheathed and was ready to draw blood at any moment.

He carried two heavy black tactical equipment bags in one hand.

His other hand raised naturally, and he grinned at the two people on the sofa without any sense of being an outsider:

"You two are quite loving."

Shen Hong threw the bags in his hands directly onto the luggage rack by the door, making a dull thud, and unceremoniously began to urge them to leave:

"But this isn't the time to keep showing off your affection. The tower has approved the flight path, we should board."

Shen Du patted the back of Hong Yun's hand and used the leverage to stand up from the sofa.

Facing this dangerous yet overly familiar man, he straightened his shirt cuffs and smiled, pointing out the current situation:

"We meet again. I just didn't expect that you would be the one personally leading the team to coordinate this time."

Shen Hong spread his hands with some helplessness.

In his seemingly casual series of actions and tone, the will of the Shen Family was faintly revealed:

"I don't want to take on this thankless job either."

Shen Hong shrugged:

"But the old man really doesn't feel at ease handing your life over to someone else; at such a critical juncture, I have no choice but to accept the order in a crisis."

Time was tight, and the tower's takeoff command could not be delayed.

"Alright, let's get on the plane first; we can chat slowly on the way."

Shen Hong hooked up the heavy tactical equipment bag by the door and decisively turned to walk toward the boarding passage first.

Shen Du did not linger any longer.

He turned back and briefly gave Hong Yun a few final instructions regarding the bottom-line operations of the domestic base.

Then he grabbed the suit jacket draped over the back of the sofa.

Accompanied by the automatic sensor door sliding open to both sides.

Shen Du strode out of the VIP lounge and walked side-by-side with Shen Hong toward the Gulfstream G650ER on the tarmac.