SFS Chapter 409 The Manufacturing Giant Shuts Down, and the Chu Family's Defenses Collapse Without
Chapter 409 The Manufacturing Giant Shuts Down, and the Chu Family's Defenses Collapse Without
Zhang Jianguo snatched the phone.
On the screen, playing was the signing video that had gone viral across the internet.
When he saw the frenzied scene of hundreds and thousands of workers fighting tooth and nail for a single contract, he was deeply moved.
When he heard Jiang Chen's crystal-clear promise in the video of "free villa allocation and all-inclusive education", he was deeply moved.
His whole body swayed.
His prized methods of exploiting lower-level workers—such as bottom-ranking elimination, performance appraisals, and empty promises of stock options—were used to manipulate the workforce.
Faced with such a "divine operation" of giving away houses and future prospects regardless of cost.
It's an absolute joke!
Who would still care about his dilapidated dormitory room with eight people in one room?
Who would care about his vague year-end stock options?
"It's over..."
Zhang Jianguo released his grip, his whole body like a lump of mud with its bones removed, slowly sliding down the desk to the cold floor.
His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself unconsciously.
"It's all over..."
"I've delayed the delivery dates for those major overseas clients... My superiors... they're going to skin me alive..."
……
Just as the contract manufacturing industry in Nam Giang Province was thrown into chaos by this unprecedented "labor shortage".
A thousand miles away, in the capital city.
Inside a heavily guarded, antique-style, top-class courtyard house.
Under the century-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard, there is a tea table carved from a single piece of golden nanmu wood.
A young man dressed in a plain Chinese-style long gown was sitting in front of the stage.
He didn't look at his phone or the documents; instead, he slowly and methodically fiddled with the Ming Dynasty purple clay tea set worth millions in front of him using a small silver clip.
Every movement he made was as elegant as a textbook, full of a mysterious sense of rhythm.
He is Chu Tiankuo, the heir of the Chu family, codenamed "The Chess Player".
An assistant dressed in a black suit, with a solemn expression, stood respectfully behind him, reporting urgent intelligence that had just arrived from Nanjiang Province in a very low voice.
From the complete invalidation of the "industry blacklist" to the complete shutdown of Huateng Group's production lines.
After listening to the report, Chu Tiankuo showed no emotional fluctuation on his face.
There was no anger, nor surprise.
He simply used bamboo tongs to pick up a tea leaf that had unfurled in the boiling water, held it to his nose and sniffed it gently before pouring the tea into the small teacup in front of him.
He picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and seemed to be savoring the aroma of the tea.
After a moment, he spoke slowly in an almost indifferent tone.
"Eight hundred a day, plus a house and a good school district."
"This is a war of attrition that completely violates normal macroeconomic laws and relies purely on brutal cash flow."
A barely perceptible smile appeared on Chu Tiankuo's lips.
That wasn't mockery, but rather the excitement of a chess player discovering a novel approach.
"This Jiang Chen is getting more and more interesting the more you look at him."
Seeing this, the assistant in black lowered his body even further and cautiously asked for instructions.
"Young Master Chu, Zhang Jianguo's outer defensive line has completely collapsed."
"Should we... utilize some administrative power to exert necessary pressure on Jiangjia Village?"
Chu Tiankuo waved his hand lightly, as if brushing away a non-existent speck of dust.
"No need."
"It's just a low-end OEM factory. If it goes bankrupt, they'll just find another agent."
"This kind of low-dimensional game is no longer meaningful."
He drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, stood up, and walked to the center of the courtyard.
He looked up at the clear sky framed by high walls on all sides.
"Jiang Chen likes to be a construction maniac and likes to engage in real industries, so let him build."
"Go and instruct the financial agents in Nanjiang Province."
"Preparing to launch the 'International Agricultural Poverty Alleviation Fund' program."
Chu Tiankuo's eyes were deep, and his tone carried a hint of amusement.
"I'd love to see what happens when his prized real economy gets caught up in the complexities of international financial rules and leverage."
"With his unlimited cash flow, can he still spend so extravagantly?"
Thanks to the human miracle created by spending a lot of money, in just over half a month, the stinking scrap yard in Qingshui Town was transformed into an extremely flat yellow land by thousands of shovels.
This land, covering hundreds of acres, looks as if it has been carefully sanded by a giant sheet of sandpaper.
Even the toxic soil, half a meter below the surface and contaminated with industrial waste oil and chemicals, was dug out inch by inch by the workers, hauled away by trucks, and disposed of in a harmless manner.
That noon, Wang Dagou stood on a sloping earthen mound at the highest point of the construction site, looking at the boundless open space in front of him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He ran up to Jiang Chen, who was drinking tea under the shade of a tree, his voice filled with barely concealed excitement.
"Brother Chen, take a look!"
"These guys are fucking dedicated!"
"I've lived for over thirty years and I've never seen anyone work like this!"
"In just over twenty days, they've completely turned this land upside down, even scraping away the toxic soil layer underground!"
Wang Dagou's dark face was filled with shock.
This isn't construction work at all; it's like the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains!
Jiang Chen put down his teacup, looked at the land before him that bore witness to countless hours of hard work, and nodded in satisfaction.
He knew very well that what enabled these simple laborers to unleash such amazing energy was not just the daily wage of eight hundred.
It is also a heavy burden of hope for the house and the future.
"Well done."
Jiang Chen stood up and patted Wang Dagou on the shoulder.
"Tell the kitchen to have an extra meal tonight. Give each of the guys on the construction site an extra two pounds of pig's head and two bottles of beer so they can relax and unwind."
"Okay!"
Wang Dagou grinned and agreed, then turned around to make the arrangements.
Jiang Chen stood alone on the high ground, his gaze calmly sweeping over this land that had been reborn.
Although the surface toxic soil was cleaned up, the deeper soil environment still suffered irreversible damage.
It would be impossible to grow anything on this without three to five years of rest and recuperation.
But this has never been a problem for Jiang Chen.
He mentally issued a command to the system.
"System, use the [Environmental Purification Card] on this area."
[Ding! The environmental purification card has been activated and is matching the local weather conditions. The purification operation is expected to be completed at 9 PM tonight, in the form of localized severe convective weather (thunderstorms).]
The system's voice remained as cold as ever.