920: Chapter 915 What's Lacking is Vision

Shen Yan adjusted his cufflink, his gaze deepening.

"Perfect timing. The laboratory just opened and is in need of a few stepping stones."

He turned to look at the laboratory behind the glass wall. Han Mo happened to straighten up, holding a test tube, a look of ecstasy on his face.

It was the first batch of successfully replicated repair fluid samples, shimmering with an enchanting golden luster under the light.

"Ya Ya, go bring that sample out."

Shen Yan's voice was light, yet carried the confidence of absolute control.

"Since they want to see, let them have a good look at what a dimensional reduction strike truly is."

A few minutes later, Shen Yan arrived at the reception hall downstairs with Shen Ya and Wu Ya.

Director Liu from the Bureau of Quality Supervision stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a strictly official expression, accompanied by several burly enforcement officers.

On the other side of the hall, several well-dressed supplier representatives were huddled together whispering, occasionally glancing over in their direction.

"Which one of you is in charge? Someone reported major safety hazards here. We need to conduct a routine inspection."

Director Liu saw Shen Yan and spoke with bureaucratic formality.

"I am Shen Yan."

Shen Yan walked forward. Instead of offering cigarettes and smiling obsequiously like a typical boss, he stood straight, radiating full authority.

"Director Liu, correct? May I see the complaint letter?"

Director Liu was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting this young man to be so assertive.

"The informant's identity is confidential. We are only responsible for verifying the situation. Please cooperate and open the laboratory door."

"Critical experiments are underway in the laboratory. The current environment cannot be contaminated. Even a speck of dust could cause tens of millions in investment to go down the drain."

Shen Yan's tone was calm, yet he refused to yield an inch.

"You are obstructing official duties!"

Director Liu's face darkened, and his voice rose a few notches.

"Mr. Shen, doing business requires harmony for wealth. Your attitude makes things very difficult for us."

A supplier representative nearby interjected sarcastically.

"I heard Mr. Shen is tight on funds recently? We have no choice; it's a small business, and we worry about not recovering the payment."

This back-and-forth made it obvious they were there to cause trouble.

Shen Yan scanned the group of clowns, then suddenly laughed.

"Tight on funds? Safety hazards?"

He took the test tube containing the golden liquid from Shen Ya's hand and held it up high.

"I think you all might have misunderstood one thing."

"The Shenyan Group never lacks money; what it lacks is vision."

"As for safety hazards..."

As Shen Yan spoke, he suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.

He picked up a brand-new iPhone from a nearby table—the backup phone Wu Ya had just bought.

Smash!

The phone was violently thrown onto the floor, the screen instantly shattering into a spiderweb pattern, and the casing even bent.

The people around stared blankly, wondering if this Boss Shen had gone mad.

Shen Yan bent down, picked up the ruined phone, unscrewed the test tube, and dripped one drop of the golden liquid onto the cracked screen.

"Let me show you a magic trick."

The hall fell into a dead silence, everyone's gaze fixed on the phone.

The drop of liquid spread rapidly as if it had a will of its own, seeping into every crack.

Hiss hiss hiss—

A faint sound arose, like countless tiny engineers at work.

In just ten seconds.

The previously shattered screen was pristine and new, without a single scratch to be found.

Shen Yan pressed the power button. The Apple logo lit up. The screen was smooth and responsive to the touch, as if the fall had just been an illusion for everyone.

"This... How is this possible?!"

Director Liu's eyes bulged like copper bells, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Those supplier representatives were so frightened their legs went weak. They were in this industry and knew exactly what this meant.

This wasn't just repair; it was reconstruction!

This was disruptive black technology that could overturn the entire industry!

Shen Yan casually tossed the phone to the dumbfounded supplier representative.

"Go back and tell Zhang Debiao that his little tricks don't even count as playing house in my eyes."

"And you all."

Shen Yan looked at the group of suppliers, his tone as plain as if he were discussing the weather.

"The Shenyan Group's procurement list will permanently exclude your companies starting today."

"As for Director Liu, I think what you should be more concerned about now is how to explain to your superiors why you interfered with the normal operation of a laboratory with national strategic technological potential."

As Shen Yan finished speaking, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded from the entrance of the hall.

An Ran walked in with several uniformed people—leaders from the Municipal Science and Technology Bureau, followed by reporters carrying cameras.

"Mr. Shen! We heard the Jinsan Laboratory achieved a major breakthrough? The city highly values this and specifically sent us to offer our regards!"

Director Zhang of the Bureau of Science and Technology smiled broadly, extending his hand from afar.

Director Liu's face instantly turned pale. He knew he had kicked an iron plate this time—the kind made of titanium alloy.

Shen Yan grasped Director Zhang's hand, displaying his signature polite smile, though the warmth didn't reach his eyes.

"Director Zhang, you've arrived at the perfect moment. I was just preparing to report to the city about the Jinsan Laboratory's first-stage achievement, named 'titan's Blood'."

"It will redefine what 'Made in H Country' truly means."

Flashes went off wildly, freezing Shen Yan's confident and composed face in that moment.

The press conference scene, which had been swamped by reporters, felt like yesterday, but the atmosphere on the top floor of the Shenyan Building was utterly different.

After the clamor came an even more extreme calm and precision.

Inside the Jinsan Laboratory, the hum of the air purification system was the only background noise.

Han Mo looked like a madman, having not slept for three days and three nights.

He was hunched over the experimental bench, his eyes bloodshot, tightly clutching the test tube containing the pale golden liquid.

"It worked... It really worked..."

He muttered to himself, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper scraping across a tabletop.

Shen Yan stood behind him, holding a cup of stone-cold black coffee.

The system interface flickered faintly across his retina.

[Today's Intel Has Been Updated]

[Wealth Intel: The key catalyst used to synthesize 'titan's Blood'—the rare metal palladium—can actually be substituted with deep-sea brown algae extract. The extraction cost is only one ten-thousandth of palladium, and the reaction activity increases by 30%]

Shen Yan looked at this piece of intelligence, lightly rubbing the rim of the coffee cup with his finger.

This was the joy of having a cheat system.

While others were still agonizing over high raw material costs, he already held the key to massive profits.

"Dr. Han."

Shen Yan spoke, his voice not loud, but it instantly brought the frenzied Han Mo back to reality.

"What is the current production cost?"

Han Mo scratched his messy hair, looking pained.

"About two thousand yuan per milliliter. It's mainly because the palladium catalyst is too expensive, and the loss rate is extremely high."

"If we want large-scale industrial application, this cost is an insurmountable deadlock."

Although Han Mo was a technological fanatic, he understood business logic.