940: Chapter 935 The Real Fairy Tale World

"The remaining thirty percent is mainly concentrated in the Gallic rare earth mines in Europe."

Shen Yan paused for a moment.

At this moment,

President Ma and Chairman Zhang seemed to realize something, and their breathing grew rapid.

Shen Yan continued speaking.

"Coincidentally."

"Just ten hours ago."

"I completed the acquisition of a 51% stake in Gallic Rare Earth Mines."

"And secured the exclusive agency rights for all European rare earth sales channels belonging to the Rothschild Family."

This statement was like a depth charge.

It exploded with a roar beneath the calm water surface.

Robert fiercely gripped the edge of the podium.

His knuckles turned white from the force.

"Impossible!"

He shouted out loud.

"How could that old stubborn Rothschild sell such a strategic resource to you!"

"Our T&T Group negotiated for three full years and couldn't secure it!"

Shen Yan didn't bother to explain.

Wu Ya tapped the Enter key, and a high-definition scan of the equity transfer agreement appeared on the screen.

The flowing script signature at the very bottom read "Pierre de Rothschild".

That was an imperial decree in the European business world.

No one dared to forge it.

And no one could forge it.

The entrepreneurs in the audience instantly erupted.

The recent despair and oppression vanished instantly.

It was replaced by unbelievable ecstasy.

This wasn't just controlling rare earths.

This was seizing the throat of the global semiconductor industry chain.

Shen Yan stood up.

Adjusting his collar.

"Starting from this second."

"Gallic Rare Earth Mines will indefinitely halt exports of dysprosium and terbium to North America under the guise of an 'environmental assessment'."

"Simultaneously."

"We will re-examine the destination of all downstream products utilizing these rare earth elements."

Shen Yan looked toward Robert.

His voice held no ripple of emotion,

yet every word pierced the heart.

"I heard that T&T Group's next-generation base stations are scheduled for mass production next month?"

"If you lack these rare earths,"

"your base stations will turn into giant microwave ovens due to heat dissipation issues after running for just thirty minutes."

"By then, forget about 6G signals."

"You won't even be able to roast a sweet potato."

Robert's face instantly turned ashen, and cold sweat streamed down his temples. His previous arrogance had completely vanished.

His phone began vibrating frantically.

Without looking, he knew it was an urgent call from headquarters.

Or perhaps a sell-off warning from those Wall Street vampires.

"Mr. Shen... Mr. Shen."

Robert's voice trembled.

"Even if you control Gallic Mines, you cannot do this."

"This violates international trade laws!"

"We can sue you! We will have the Department of Commerce sanction you!"

Shen Yan acted as if he had heard a joke. He walked to the front of the stage, not even bothering to look up at Robert.

"Sanction?"

"Before yesterday, I also thought business was about rules and laws."

"You all taught me."

"Business is only about strength."

"Now that my fist is bigger,"

"I get to set the rules."

At this moment, the image on the large screen switched to the real-time K-line chart of the Nasdaq.

The stock price of T&T Group.

Was plummeting vertically in a cliff-diving posture.

In just five minutes.

Its market value evaporated by thirty billion US dollars.

The red limit-down line was shocking, resembling a grand funeral held for the so-called 6G Alliance.

Robert slumped onto the podium.

He knew he was finished.

Not just him; the leading advantage that the entire US telecommunications industry prided itself on had, at this moment, been uprooted by this young man from the East.

Shen Yan turned to face his domestic peers in the audience.

The gazes that had previously avoided him were now filled with awe and fervor.

"Everyone,"

Shen Yan's voice returned to gentle tones.

"Deep Space Technology does not require you to sign any servitude contracts."

"I only have two conditions."

"First, all hardware equipment connected to the Deep Space System must prioritize using the domestic supply chain."

"Second,"

"Throw all those messy Western standards into the trash bin."

"From today onward,"

"we will establish our own standards."

Applause.

Thunderous applause.

Some people were so excited they stood up and clapped until their hands were red.

President Ma and Chairman Zhang exchanged a glance.

They saw the same light in each other's eyes.

This wasn't just escaping death.

This was turning the tables and taking charge.

Chen Guangke stood behind Shen Yan, looking at the not-so-broad back.

The usually gentle and refined good brother in his eyes now seemed like a towering mountain.

"Brother Yan's display of dominance just now..."

Chen Guangke whispered to Wu Ya.

"I give it a perfect score."

Wu Ya shot him a look, but the smile on her lips couldn't be hidden.

Her gaze remained fixed on Shen Yan,

filled with undisguised admiration and affection.

Shen Yan didn't stay on stage for too long.

He didn't even stay for the subsequent banquet.

He delegated the follow-up cooperation talks to Chen Guangke and Wu Ya, and walked out of the convention center alone.

The sky outside had already darkened.

The neon lights of Jinghai City were dazzling.

The autumn night wind was a bit cool.

Shen Yan tightened his trench coat.

The system interface in his mind lit up again.

It was an unprecedented purplish-gold radiance.

[Random Drop Quest: Create a truly fairy-tale world for daughter Youyou.]

Shen Yan's steps quickened slightly.

Compared to the trillion-dollar commercial massacre just concluded,

this new quest issued by the system seemed to interest him more.

He took out his phone.

And dialed that familiar number.

The phone rang once before being answered.

Liu Hui's gentle voice came from the other end.

In the background, the faint sound of his son Shen An calling out "Dad" could be heard.

"Hello, husband?"

"Are you done with work?"

"I left soup for you in the kitchen; it's still warm."

In the cold night wind,

Shen Yan suddenly felt warm all over.

The decisive, murderous aura from the venue instantly vanished without a trace.

"Yeah, I'm done. I'm coming home now."

He hung up the phone.

He hailed a taxi. The driver was listening to the radio.

The radio was broadcasting news about tonight's summit, and the Host's excited voice was almost bursting through the speaker.

"...Under the leadership of Mr. Shen Yan, our nation's technology enterprises have successfully broken the Western technological blockade..."

The driver excitedly slapped the steering wheel.

"Well done!"

"This Shen Yan truly brings us honor!"

"Young man, where to?"

Shen Yan leaned back in the rear seat, watching the street view fly by through the window.

"Jingxiu Garden."

The car merged into the rolling traffic.

On this ordinary night,

no one knew.

That the man sitting in the back seat, looking weary,

had just personally buried an old era and ushered in a new epoch belonging to him.

But right now, he just wanted to go home.

And drink that bowl of hot soup.

...

The next morning.

Sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains and spilled onto the bed.

When Shen Yan woke up, Liu Hui was already up.

Busy in the kitchen.

The aroma of millet porridge and fried eggs wafted through the air.