Chapter 150 National-Level Strategic Partner: The Invincible Golden Body Forged

A faint blue flame danced restlessly amidst the steam rising from the celadon teacup, carrying the pungent scent of low-quality kerosene.

Lu Jingming's words, "A license to kill capital," slammed onto the solid wood tabletop.

The air froze instantly.

The white mist exhaled by the air conditioner seemed to stall for a second.

The eyes of the two guards standing by the door sharpened instantly.

The man with the crew cut on the right immediately hooked his fingers onto the pistol grip at his waist.

Muscles bulged on the back of his hand, and veins tightened like steel wires.

"Stand down."

The old man raised a withered, thin hand.

He didn't turn his head, his gaze nailed firmly to Lu Jingming's arrogant face.

He stared for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly.

"Hahahaha!"

The old man threw his head back and burst into a hearty, full-throated laugh.

The laughter reverberated around the office, shaking the blinds on the wall.

"Good! Crazy enough!"

The old man reached out, picked up the piping hot tea, and downed it in one gulp.

His Adam's Apple bobbed twice as he swallowed the hot tea.

"The Americans have been running rampant in the tech circle for so many years; we've just been lacking a madman who dares to risk his life against them."

He slammed the teacup down on the glass coffee table, making a crisp sound.

"I'll issue this license to kill to you."

The old man stood up, his back straight under his gray casual clothes.

"From today on, you go ahead and flip their tables."

He pointed outside the explosion-proof floor-to-ceiling window.

"If the sky falls, there will be someone behind you to hold it up."

Three days later.

A continuous autumn rain was still falling in Donghai City.

The rain washed the asphalt road at the gate of the Xinghai Technology park until it gleamed.

A black bulletproof sedan with a red license plate stopped at the main gate.

Several men in formal suits stepped out.

They didn't disturb anyone, leaving behind only a top-secret red-headed document stamped with the national emblem, along with a heavy brass plaque.

Chu Xuan was wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a purple background and a leopard print.

He stood at the gate, looking at the brass plaque that had just been nailed up.

On it were engraved eight crimson characters: "National Strategic Partner."

Chu Xuan swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.

His Adam's Apple scraped painfully against his parched throat, emitting a dull "gulp" sound.

He dug a crumpled tissue out of his pocket and frantically wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead.

"Good lord... Old Zhou, did you see that clearly?"

Chu Xuan's legs were shaking.

"This isn't just a plaque; this is a damn 'get-out-of-jail-free card' combined with an imperial sword!"

Old Zhou, wrapped in an old military overcoat, stood at the door of the security booth.

He had his mouth open, and his upper set of dentures nearly fell into a puddle.

"President Chu, does this mean we're on the government payroll from now on?"

The day this plaque was hung up, the undercurrent-filled global capital market was instantly struck by a bone-shattering blow.

Across the ocean, on Wall Street in New York, inside the trading room of a top short-selling firm.

The air was thick with the smell of coffee and cigars, stifling enough to make it hard to breathe.

The trader, John, had bloodshot eyes.

He stared fixedly at the trading screen showing the concept stocks related to Xinghai Technology.

The red and green numbers were jumping frantically.

"Sell! Dump all five billion dollars of short orders in for me!"

John gritted his back teeth, making a dull grinding sound.

"Lu Jingming is just an upstart with no background. Smash through his moat!"

The sound of keyboards clicking was as dense as hail.

The green bearish candle had just appeared, not even having time to drag downward yet.

The numbers on the screen suddenly stalled for a second.

Immediately after.

A massive, terrifying, and unidentified flow of capital flooded back into the market like a dam bursting.

The red bullish candle rose like a pillar supporting the sky.

With irresistible force, it tore directly through all the sell orders John had placed above.

"Fuck! What's going on!"

John yanked his tie loose, the veins on his neck bulging instantly.

"Where did this capital come from?! This is at least a hundred-billion-level market defense!"

The trader next to him was covered in cold sweat, his hand shaking so much he couldn't even hold the mouse.

"It's a special capital account from the China National Team!"

The trader's voice cracked completely, sounding like a duck with a broken neck.

"They are sweeping the market without restraint! Our short orders were wiped out in an instant!"

The trader clutched his hair, his face deathly pale.

"Boss, we've been liquidated! We've lost everything, even our shirts!"

John's head buzzed.

Blood rushed to his brain, and his scalp went numb.

He clutched his head with both hands, his knees gave way, and he collapsed onto the thick carpet.

This wasn't a business war at all.

This was the national will escorting Xinghai Technology.

At the same time, several remnants of the comprador class in the country, who had once done OEM work for Apple and secretly tried to cut off supplies to Xinghai to trip them up, were awakened in the middle of the night by harsh knocking on their doors before they could even warm their beds.

Boss Wang of a certain plastic parts factory opened the door in his pajamas.

He saw several cold-faced men in uniforms standing outside.

His legs went weak.

A pale yellow liquid trickled down his pajama pants and dripped onto the floor, emitting a pungent odor.

"Get dressed. Come with us."

The leader didn't even look at him, his voice like a stone from an ice cellar.

"Explain clearly about your secret collusion with overseas capital."

Donghai City.

Xinghai Technology building, top floor office.

The air conditioner was blowing out white mist, keeping the room temperature at 18 degrees.

Shen Qingqiu pushed open the heavy solid wood door.

Her high heels clicked softly on the wool carpet, making a "tap-tap" sound.

The collar of her white shirt was buttoned meticulously.

She was clutching that red-headed document tightly in her hand.

Her hands, which were usually steady as a mountain even when handling hundreds of billions of dollars, were trembling slightly at this moment.

The paper rustled as she gripped it.

"Lu Jingming."

Shen Qingqiu pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

A violent ripple flashed behind her lenses.

She slammed the document onto the glass coffee table with a dull thud.

"With this golden body, no one on this planet will ever dare to pull our network cable again."

Shen Qingqiu swallowed dryly, her voice filled with an irrepressible sharpness.

She had just received the news that the short-selling funds on Wall Street had been liquidated instantly.

That was a speed of strangulation that even she, an actuary who had returned from Wall Street, found chilling.

Lu Jingming had his back to her.

He stood before the massive explosion-proof floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Donghai City, which was hazy in the rain.

His washed-out black T-shirt was slightly wrinkled.

Under his old jeans, his back was straight as a ramrod.

He reached his right hand into his pocket.

He pulled out that plastic lighter with the green paint peeling off.

His thumb pressed onto the metal grinding wheel, rubbing it down hard.

"Click."

A crisp mechanical friction sound echoed in the quiet office.

A faint blue flame suddenly shot up.

Carrying a pungent smell of kerosene.

The firelight reflected on the cold glass, illuminating the sharp, white canine tooth on one side of Lu Jingming's face.

"The toy stage of small-time skirmishes is over."

Lu Jingming stared at the lights of thousands of homes outside the window, his voice casual, yet it carried a ferocious, predatory air.

He casually extinguished the flame.

The plastic casing made a crisp clicking sound.

He bent his index finger and tapped his knuckles twice heavily on the explosion-proof glass.

"Knock, knock," it sounded.

"Samsung Group thinks that by monopolizing LCD panels, they can choke me."

Lu Jingming turned his head.

His eyes were full of the madness of smashing the old world and rebuilding it.

"Go tell Xia Weiliang."

Lu Jingming sneered.

"Tomorrow. I want Samsung Group's screen panel business to be completely liquidated."