184: Chapter 184 Want to buy technology? Sure, trade the Chen family for it.

"Interested?"

Chen Yuan leaned back on the soft leather sofa.

He was toying with that custom-made pure gold windproof lighter in his hand.

The metal lid clicked open and shut.

It emitted a crisp, melodious ringing sound.

"To make a top special agent from the Huaxia Security Bureau fly halfway across the globe in person."

Chen Yuan looked at the man sitting upright opposite him.

His eyes revealed a hint of laziness.

"It seems the higher-ups aren't just 'interested' in my big toys."

Director Zhao did not deny it.

That global-shocking live broadcast recording had already been replayed hundreds of times in the highest-level conference rooms in the country.

Biological exoskeletons capable of withstanding armor-piercing shells.

Directed energy laser weapons capable of melting tank armor instantly.

These things surpassed the limits of current human technology.

They were enough to drive the generals of any major military power into absolute madness.

"The country truly needs your technology."

Director Zhao's gaze was burning.

His tone was extremely sincere, carrying the steady composure of a major power's agent.

"As long as you nod in agreement to cooperate."

"I can represent the higher-ups in giving you the highest-level promise."

"Ten billion USD in interest-free research startup funds."

"A lifetime title as a dual academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences."

Director Zhao threw out chips that would make scientists worldwide green with envy.

"Even the military can make an exception and grant you the rank of Major General."

"Your safety, including the absolute safety of your younger sister, will be fully guaranteed by the state."

These conditions could not be called anything but generous.

Fame and fortune combined.

Bringing honor to one's ancestors.

If an ordinary person heard these conditions, they would likely be so excited they'd be incoherent and kneeling in gratitude.

But Chen Yuan just smiled.

He tossed the lighter onto the table, emitting a dull, soft sound.

"Uncle Zhao, the conditions you've offered are indeed very tempting."

Chen Yuan picked up the Dahongpao tea on the table and took a gentle sip.

The fragrance of the tea overflowed.

"If it were the down-and-out kid from five years ago who was kicked out of the house by the Chen family like a dog."

"He might have gratefully agreed to you."

"But now."

Chen Yuan slowly raised his head.

In those deep, pitch-black eyes, a degree of extreme arrogance that made people afraid to look directly at him instantly erupted.

"I am so poor now that all I have left is money."

Director Zhao frowned slightly.

He knew the man before him had completely transformed.

He was no longer the youth who could be easily manipulated with fame and fortune.

This was a multinational tycoon sitting on hundreds of billions in overseas assets and holding an invincible biochemical legion in his hands.

Secular wealth and power were nothing more than boring toys within reach in the eyes of this Devil King.

"Then what exactly do you want?"

Director Zhao stared intently into Chen Yuan's eyes.

"As long as the country can do it."

"You can name any condition."

Chen Yuan put down the blue-and-white porcelain teacup in his hand.

He leaned forward slowly, resting his elbows on his knees.

This tiny tactical movement instantly made the air in the entire luxurious reception room thick and oppressive.

That terrifying aura, tempered in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, pressed down on the major power's special agent opposite him without reservation.

"I can give you the technology."

Chen Yuan's voice was as low as a muffled thunderclap exploding in one's ear.

"The downgraded blueprints for the individual biological auxiliary exoskeleton."

"The matrix algorithms for the portable high-energy laser emitter."

"I can even provide you with a batch of secondary cell-enhancement agents."

"Although they aren't as good as the perfect version I use, they are enough to turn your elite special forces into tireless supermen."

Chen Yuan stared into Director Zhao's eyes.

"Furthermore, for this entire set of technology transfers."

"I don't want a single cent."

Director Zhao gasped sharply.

He gripped the leather armrest of the sofa tightly, his heart pounding violently.

Free? Give it away for nothing?

This kind of black technology, capable of overturning the world's military landscape, wouldn't necessarily be purchasable for even a single line of core code even if America threw down trillions!

But he knew Chen Yuan too well.

This kind of capital Devil King who eats people without spitting out the bones would absolutely never do charity.

Free things often require paying the most fatal price.

"What is the price?"

Director Zhao's voice was a bit tight, his spine straightening slightly.

"What do you want us to do?"

The arc of Chen Yuan's lips widened.

It was an extremely cruel, devilish smile filled with the pleasure of revenge.

"I want the Chen family."

The four simple words carried a thick, inseparable scent of blood.

"I want the state apparatus to be fully activated."

Chen Yuan's eyes were like knives, spitting out his true bargaining chip word by word.

"Within twenty-four hours."

"From administration, taxation, to the judiciary, strike from all directions."

"Completely seal off all core industries under the name of the Jinghai Chen Group."

"Freeze all their domestic and overseas capital accounts."

Chen Yuan's voice grew colder and colder.

"I want that old immortal, Chen Tianba, to watch helplessly as the century-old foundation he is so proud of collapses instantly."

"I want their whole family, whoever has touched that dirty money, to be sent in to work the sewing machines without leaving a single one behind!"

"I want this tumor entrenched in Jinghai."

"To be uprooted!"

"Ground to dust!"

Chen Yuan leaned back against the wide chair back.

He looked coldly at Director Zhao, who was in a state of extreme shock, his eyes disdainful.

"Borrowing a knife to kill?" Director Zhao gave a bitter smile.

"No, this is called using force to strike back."

Chen Yuan corrected his phrasing.

"I am a rather lazy person. Since there is a ready-made and efficient state apparatus available to use."

"Why should I dirty my own hands to clean up that stinking trash?"

The reception room fell into a deathly silence.

Only the steam from the black tea rose in the air.

This deal was simply too crazy.

Trading a few sets of era-surpassing military black technology for the total destruction of a century-old family.

Director Zhao took a deep breath.

He took a cigarette from his pocket but did not light it.

He just placed it at the tip of his nose and sniffed the tobacco scent forcefully, using it to calm his shaken emotions.

"Chen Yuan, your appetite is too big."

Director Zhao frowned tightly, his face showing an extremely difficult expression.

"The Chen family has been deeply cultivated in Jinghai for over a hundred years; they are deeply rooted."

"The web of interests they are involved in is too vast, too complex."

"It's not just the business world; they also have their intertwined Umbrella in the political sphere."

Director Zhao looked at Chen Yuan, his tone becoming incomparably grave.

"Without ironclad evidence for a lethal blow."

"Even if the higher-ups are green with envy over your military technology."

"It will be very difficult to bypass those intricate relationship networks and directly deal them such a fatal blow..."