172: Chapter 172 Full Special Invoice and Hundreds of Billions Arriving

Chenguang Factory, second floor. Finance office.

Old Zhou pushed open the wooden door. The incandescent light turned on.

Director Zhao and two commissioners stood at the doorway. They didn't dare pull up chairs to sit.

Old Zhou walked up and slammed the faded green canvas bag in his hand onto the desk. He ripped the zipper open.

He reached in and rummaged around, pulling out the Chenguang Factory official seal stained with a bit of black machine oil. With a "bang," he set it on the desk.

"Director Zhao. Hurry up." Old Zhou, holding a pipe wrench, tapped the corner of the table with the iron handle. "The old leader just gave instructions. Use the military's highest clearing channel. Transfer the funds."

Director Zhao pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead indiscriminately.

"Supervisor Zhou. This... this fund allocation must follow procedure." Director Zhao tried to stabilize the situation and regain some official dignity. "100 billion in cash, the provincial branch has to approve the loan level by level. It's the middle of the night, and the branch president needs to rest. The earliest we can do it is when the bank opens tomorrow morning."

Old Zhou ignored him.

He took out his old mobile phone with a cracked corner of the screen from his pocket. He dialed proficiently and pressed the speaker button.

"Beep... beep..." After two rings, the call connected.

"Who is this? Calling for my life in the middle of the night?" The voice of President Zhao Changfeng of the provincial branch came from the other end, heavy with sleepiness and clearly impatient.

"President Zhao. It's me. Old Zhou."

The other end of the line went silent instantly.

Immediately following was a dull "thump" of something heavy hitting the floor, along with a few muffled curses.

"General Manager Zhou! Oh, General Manager Zhou! Please, give your orders at any time!" President Zhao Changfeng's voice completely changed, filled with extreme alertness and eagerness.

"Open a temporary authorization." Old Zhou lifted his eyelids to glance at Director Zhao. "There is a cash transfer coming in from the Capital Defense Chief. Use the military's highest clearing channel. The amount is quite large."

"How large? I'll prepare immediately!"

"100 billion." Old Zhou said in a flat tone.

Director Zhao swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

There wasn't even half a second of hesitation on the other end of the line.

"General Manager Zhou, please wait twenty seconds." The sound of furious keyboard clacking came from President Zhao Changfeng's side. "I will personally force open the bank-wide settlement system! Within three minutes, all firewall lines inside the provincial branch will give you a one-way green light!"

Director Zhao's face turned pale. The cumbersome procedures he had just brought up were worth nothing in front of these people.

Two minutes and forty-five seconds later.

The speakers of the old computer under the finance office desk emitted an extremely crisp "ding."

A mechanical female electronic voice echoed in the quiet room.

"Account ending in 7890, cash received, 100 billion yuan exactly."

Old Zhou put down his phone. He moved the mouse and clicked a few times on the backend.

He turned around and pulled over the old-fashioned dot-matrix printer nearby. With a "click," he turned on the power.

The printer immediately emitted a harsh "zzzz" noise.

One after another, red and blue Value-Added Tax special invoices were quickly spat out. They piled up into a thick stack.

Old Zhou tore off the stack of invoices. He grabbed the red official seal stained with machine oil, slammed it onto the inkpad, and then blew a breath on it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of heavy stamping sounds in succession.

Old Zhou straightened the invoices and threw them directly onto Director Zhao's chest.

Director Zhao scrambled to catch them in a panic.

"Take it. Look clearly. Full special invoices." Old Zhou gripped the pipe wrench, his tone hard. "Chenguang Factory will bear the tax points within this 100 billion ourselves. When the country buys equipment, we follow the rules. Chenguang Factory won't take a single cent of advantage from the state. Go well, we won't see you out."

Director Zhao clutched the stack of invoices, unable to say a word. He led his people out of the room, looking dejected.

At the same time. The data control room next door.

The floor was covered in crushed cigarette butts. Smoke swirled in the air.

Wu Dong's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the dozen or so large screens hanging on the wall.

The screens displayed the real-time data trends of the NASDAQ trading hall in New York. Large swathes of miserable green.

With a "creak," the iron door was pushed open.

Lu Chen walked in. He walked to the sofa and sat down, propping his old leather shoes, covered in mud and monster slime, directly onto the glass coffee table.

"The money is in place." Lu Chen took out a plastic lighter to light a cigarette and blew out a puff of grayish-white smoke. "Get to work."

Hearing this, Wu Dong swallowed nervously.

He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out the China Construction Bank super platinum U-key. Without any hesitation, he plugged it directly into the workstation's highest authority interface.

The data link instantly connected to the external network.

Across the ocean. The Manhattan, New York exchange.

Wall Street traders were in a state of extreme panic and agitation.

The elders of Freemasons had long been guarding against a financial counterattack from Chenguang Factory. The moment the market opened, the highest directive was issued.

"Activate the circuit breaker protection mechanism! Cut off the external capital inflow from the Asia-Pacific region!"

The central large screen of the exchange instantly changed color.

The stock codes of the three largest global titanium alloy and rare earth suppliers were physically locked. Blinding red alarm lights flashed on the screen.

Trading refused. Data blocked.

It was absolutely impossible for any external capital to buy even a single share of these three companies.

Wu Dong stared at the screen on the wall and gritted his teeth.

"Boss. They've chickened out. They pulled the internet cable and locked the market." Wu Dong turned his head to report the situation.

Lu Chen threw the crushed double happiness cigarette pack on the table. His eyes turned icy cold.

A deep blue system light screen danced frantically at the base of Lu Chen's retina.

[Absolute defense mechanism operating at full power.]

[Hidden financial interface authorized for takeover.]

"On my turf. I make the rules." Lu Chen flicked off the cigarette ash.

The order was issued. The system completely unleashed its power.

The 100 billion RMB lying in the account had all traces of tracking wiped away by the system's terrifying computing power in one-thousandth of a second.

Immediately after, this 100 billion was forcibly shredded. It was exchanged into 100,000 offshore anonymous accounts registered in the Cayman Islands, the Virgin Islands, and other places.

These 100,000 ghost accounts, all carrying the absolute instruction priority granted by the system, forcibly drilled directly into the internal clearing channel at the bottom of NASDAQ.

The physical lockout was directly ignored.

On the main NASDAQ screen, the stock of the three suppliers, which had been deathly gray, suddenly began to jump frantically.

The trading volume bar chart shot straight into the sky at a refresh rate invisible to the naked eye.

Wu Dong watched the data stream in front of him, his hands beginning to tremble.

"Boss... it ate it up..." Wu Dong's voice cracked as he pointed at the screen. "100,000 scattered buy orders directly penetrated their bottom position! 40% of the market defense chips they were throwing out were swallowed by us in one second!"

"Keep sweeping." Lu Chen exhaled smoke, his tone cold. "Buy out even their trash cans for me."

Half an hour later. The main factory's Underground Level 3. Dust-free cabin laboratory.

Da Biao walked in with heavy titanium alloy mechanical steps. He held Wei Jianguo by the back collar with one hand.

"Put me down! I haven't finished adjusting the parameters for the Lithography Machine!" Wei Jianguo struggled, feet off the ground, gesticulating wildly.

Da Biao let go. Wei Jianguo fell solidly onto the anti-static floor.

"Da Biao, you brainless..." Wei Jianguo started to curse as he scrambled up.

"Clang!"

Da Biao turned sideways and slammed the section of monster titanium alloy spine he had been carrying on his mechanical shoulder armor directly onto the stainless steel laboratory table.

The heavy impact sound made Wei Jianguo's eardrums tighten.

Dark green, high-concentration nutrient solution dripped from the fracture onto the stainless steel plate, emitting a slight corrosive sound.

Wei Jianguo's cursing got stuck in his throat.

He hurriedly fished out his thick-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on. He leaned toward the table.

"What... what the hell is this?" Wei Jianguo stared at the dense metal nerve endings inside the spine. "A perfect integration of biological neurons and hydraulic transmission equipment? Who came up with this anti-human technology?"

Just as he finished speaking, the internal dedicated line monitor on the wall suddenly lit up.

Lu Chen's half-body projection appeared in the center of the screen.

"Old Wei. Stop staring at that pile of scrap metal. The blueprints have been sent to your computer." Lu Chen's tone was blunt as he cut directly to the main screen.

Wei Jianguo turned his head to look at the computer screen beside him.

A compressed file with three layers of security locks automatically decompressed.

Several three-dimensional structural diagrams emitting a faint blue light popped up directly.

A line of bold text at the top was clearly labeled: [Complete Blueprints for Neural Interface Micro-Sensors].

Wei Jianguo clicked on the first page.

He only looked for ten seconds before his eyeballs began to bulge out.

"Using human bio-electrical signals to directly bypass mechanical physical control valves... to achieve zero-latency linkage for operating commands?" Wei Jianguo read out the basic parameters on the screen loudly, his voice becoming dry due to extreme excitement.

He turned his head sharply. He stared fixedly at the section of monster spine on the test table that was still dripping liquid.

Then he turned back to stare at the micro-sensor design on the screen.

Wei Jianguo's pride in his technological worldview collapsed instantly.

The blueprint technology on the screen was a complete dimensionality reduction strike against the mutant spine on the table that the foreign devils had spent countless money to create. It was even two whole eras ahead.

"Do you understand it?" Lu Chen's voice came from the screen.

Wei Jianguo couldn't even bother to reply. He grabbed his messy hair tightly with both hands, his face almost pressed against the monitor.

"Twelve hours." Lu Chen issued the deadline, without a hint of emotion. "I want this set of sensors built. Embed them all into the metal spines of the 2,000 new skeletons outside."

Da Biao stood to the side and grinned. His two thick mechanical arms slammed into each other, sending sparks flying.

Wei Jianguo suddenly raised his head, his eyes so red they were about to bleed, and he slammed the keyboard in front of him.