53: Chapter 53 The Long Group's Counterattack (Part Two)

At 8:30 AM, Chen Fan's phone screen suddenly lit up, and Xiao Zhi's mechanical voice sounded again: "Boss, it has been monitored that at 8:00 AM this morning, the Long Group sent mass encrypted emails to seventeen core raw material suppliers. The instruction: Effective immediately, completely stop supplying key metal raw materials such as tungsten, chromium, and vanadium to Fanxing Technology and all members of the Spark Alliance. Violators will have their cooperation permanently terminated."

"Holy crap! They actually made a move! It's only been one night!" Lin Hao had half a steamed bun in his mouth and was so shocked he almost choked, crumpling the plastic bag in his hand.

Chen Fan took a slow, deliberate bite of his bun, chewing with relish. He glanced up at him and said flatly, "What's the rush? They're blacklisting 'raw materials,' not 'trash.'"

Lin Hao froze for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed wildly. "That's true! Our current bread and butter is exactly the junk that others look down on!"

"Xiao Zhi," Chen Fan wiped the corner of his mouth and tapped the screen with his fingertip, "calculate the scrap metal raw material gap once the Spark Alliance is in full production."

The screen switched instantly, revealing a map of the Yangtze River Delta. Dense clusters of green dots were scattered across it, representing the waste recycling network that had already been connected.

"87 cooperative recycling stations have been connected, with a stable daily supply of 10 tons," Xiao Zhi's voice sounded. "However, according to calculations, after the 46 enterprises of the Spark Alliance complete their production line upgrades, the daily raw material demand for full production will soar to over 500 tons."

"A gap of 40 tons." Chen Fan's brow furrowed slightly, but a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. "Expand the acquisition range! Immediately screen all waste recycling stations, scrapped car dismantling plants, and electronic waste treatment centers in Shanghai. Grade them by daily supply volume and establish a cooperation directory!"

"Screening... Screening complete! A total of 312 stations meet the criteria!" Xiao Zhi's data stream scrolled rapidly. "23 core stations with an average daily supply of over 2 tons; 189 medium-sized stations with an average daily supply of 3-20 tons; the rest are small-scale stations!"

Chen Fan made the decision on the spot, his tone decisive: "Uncle Wang, these stations are yours! From today on, you are the Procurement Supervisor of Fanxing Technology, fully responsible for the construction and maintenance of the scrap recycling network!"

Wang Defu was stunned, then a simple, honest smile broke out on his dark face. He rubbed his hands and said, "No problem! Don't worry, Xiao Fan, I know this industry inside out!"

"We need to race against time now!" Chen Fan's tone was gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness. "The news of the Long family's raw material blockade will spread throughout the industry today. I want to spread the scrap acquisition network to places their hands can't reach before they can react!"

"Understood!" Wang Defu suddenly straightened his back, the drive he'd developed from years of collecting scrap instantly taking over. He patted his chest and guaranteed, "Three days! Give me three days, and I'll take down all 23 core stations! We'll fill the gap first! As for the remaining small and medium stations, I'll work on them slowly and guarantee we'll be stocked to the brim!"

"Set the acquisition price at 15% higher than the market price!" Chen Fan waved his hand. "Uncle Wang, there are too many stations for you to visit alone. Find a few of your old buddies from the scrap industry—triple their salary! For every successful deal, there's an extra bonus!"

"You got it!" Wang Defu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't stop smiling as he turned and rushed out like a whirlwind.

"Wait!" Chen Fan called him back, then looked at Lin Hao nearby. "Everyone's been working day and night with me lately. It's been hard on you."

Before he finished speaking, both of their phones chimed simultaneously.

Lin Hao looked down, his pupils shrinking as he nearly jumped up. "Fan Zi! One million?! This... this is too much! I don't feel like I've done much!"

Wang Defu's hands were shaking even harder as he stared at the transfer information, his old face flushing red. "Xiao Fan, I can't take this money! I'm just a scrap collector, how could I be worth this much!"

Chen Fan waved his hand with a frank smile. "I said I treat you like family, and we share the wealth. Now that the company's profits are up, you've earned this! No more nonsense, take it and spend it!"

He paused and added, "This is just pocket money. When the company expands further, I'll give you dry shares!"

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The two looked at each other, their eyes slightly moist, and nodded heavily.

Just then, Lin Hao's phone suddenly exploded with activity, ringtones sounding one after another, making the tabletop buzz and vibrate.

The first call was answered, and the voice of President Liu from Hongda Metals was trembling, almost in tears: "Manager Lin! Something big has happened! Our raw material supplier just called and said they're cutting us off starting today! They'll pay the liquidated damages, but the goods... they're really gone!"

Immediately after, Xingfa Technology, Yonggu Alloy, Huadong Precision... the forty-six partners of the Spark Alliance blew up Lin Hao's phone with thirty-seven calls in half an hour.

The content was identical—raw material supply was cut off. Everyone was panicking, fearing that Fanxing Technology's stardust material supply would also be interrupted!

Chen Fan took the phone and coldly spoke a single sentence into the receiver: "Tell all the presidents that Fanxing Technology's raw material issue has been completely resolved."

Once the message was sent, the panic on the other end of the line subsided instantly, and the office fell into a temporary silence.

But everyone knew that this calm was merely the precursor to a storm!

10:30 AM.

Major financial headlines updated simultaneously as if by agreement, their eye-catching titles dominating screens and stinging the eyes:

《The 24K Superconductivity Data Mystery: Massive Doubts Cast on the Authenticity of Fanxing Technology's "Xuanniao" Material!》

《From Unemployed Loser to Tech Newbie: How Many Fishy Secrets are Hidden Behind Chen Fan's Three-Month "Counterattack Miracle"?》

《Dozens of Experts Jointly Call for Immediate International Academic Review of Fanxing's "Xuanniao" Material!》

The content of the articles was extremely inflammatory, focusing on three core points:

First, questioning that the 24K superconductivity data was forged and was pure fantasy;

Second, implying that the source of Chen Fan's technology was unknown and definitely not independent research and development;

Third, calling for the industry to "rationally view the sudden explosion of private enterprises," hinting at shady dealings behind the scenes.

Even more ruthless was the "anonymous industry insider" tip at the end of the article: "According to an insider, during the development of stardust material, Fanxing Technology repeatedly attempted to poach the Long Group's technical team with high salaries but was rejected. Whether their technology is truly 'independent' is worth pondering!"

"Bullshit!" Lin Hao slammed the tablet onto the table in a rage, a crack appearing on the screen. "When did we ever poach anyone from the Long family? This is pure slander!"

Chen Fan, however, was exceptionally calm. His eyes were fixed on the words on the screen, and a cold smile curled his lips. "True or false doesn't matter. What matters is that these words can plant seeds of doubt in the public's mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zhi's alarm sounded again: "Warning! It has been monitored that the Long Group's public relations department is in intensive communication with seventeen top-tier self-media and million-follower influencers. It is expected that a second round of public opinion offensive will be launched this afternoon!"

Chen Fan slowly stood up, a chilling aura suddenly erupting from him.

He raised his hand to check his watch and said deeply, "Let them attack."

"Send out the notice: the second general meeting of the Spark Alliance will be held tomorrow at 2:00 PM."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the factory area filled with scrap metal outside the window, and said word by word:

"The location: the Fanxing Technology conference room!"

Lin Hao dared not delay and immediately grabbed his phone to mass-send Chen Fan's instructions.

A storm of raw material blockades and public opinion encirclement was roaring in.

And Chen Fan's counterattack was just beginning!