"They have activated the ’Troy’ plan, and this ti, it’s not just one company, but a coalition of international giants..." She finally spoke, her voice as calm as though she were narrating a distant event unrelated to herself, her gaze still fixed on the teacup in her hand.
"Troy?" Huang Jiacai picked up his teacup, sniffing the aroma of the tea, his tone equally placid.
"BG Group’s highest level of competitive counterasure strategy, specifically aid at disintegrating potential threatening alliances. Led directly by Old Jiang and Carl Mueller, authorized by the board of directors, with a budget... no cap." Gan Fengyi raised her eyes, her gaze behind the misty steam as bright and clear as a cold star, carrying a composure that seed to see through everything, "Acquisition, enticent, alienation, all standard procedures. But this ti, the activation level is the highest. Headquarters’ assessnt believes that what you’re touching is the core of BG’s next ten years."
"As expected." Huang Jiacai took a gentle sip of the tea, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, as he looked at her, "Thank you for telling ."
Gan Fengyi’s mouth curled slightly, revealing a nearly mocking arc: "Huang Jiacai, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not helping you, I’m trying to avoid an inevitable, aningless war of attrition that will harm both sides. Your alliance is too shallow-rooted, cracks have already appeared internally. Once one or two core enterprises are successfully acquired or subverted, Ruixing will be completely isolated, and your ambitious ’Breaking Wall’ plan will ultimately beco a laughing stock in the industry, proving that idealism is powerless in the face of reality."
Her tone was calm, even carrying a hint of cruel dissection, with each word like a cold needle piercing Huang Jiacai.
"So?" Huang Jiacai put down his teacup, leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharply fixed on her, his lips tinged with a barely perceptible challenge, "What sage advice does Vice President Gan have?"
Gan Fengyi was now not only the president of the giant’s Asian Region, but also the vice president of the giant’s global headquarters.
"Accept reality." Gan Fengyi t his gaze, unwavering, "Before complete failure, proactively seek a dignified exit strategy. You can choose to cooperate with the giants in certain non-core, low-resource investnt areas. With your ability and Ruixing’s technological accumulation, you can exchange for so survival space and developnt ti. Endure hardships, bide your ti, and await an opportunity; there might still be a future."
"Jiacai! You’re too anxious, the century-long accumulation of these international behemoths is not sothing you can break with just fervor; you need to accumulate, you need ti..."
Huang Jiacai quietly looked at her for a few seconds, complex emotions surging in his deep eyes—appreciation for her accurate judgnt, a touch of irritation at her detached calmness, and a kind of solitary determination that could not be understood. Suddenly, he chuckled softly, a laugh filled with a hint of fatigue, but more so, an unshakable persistence.
"Fengyi," he called her na, his voice dropping a few notes, "you still don’t understand , or rather, you continue to underestimate the resolve we have for what we’re doing this ti, and the significance it carries."
He stood up, walked to the window of the tearoom, gazing at the swaying bamboo shadows in the night, as though organizing his thoughts or calming the turmoil within.
"This is not a simple business competition, not a ga of market share points gained or lost." His silhouette was upright, his voice clearly transmitted back, "This is a struggle where, when one can barely breathe, trapped by others, we struggle to carve out a space that can not only breathe but also support us to stand tall! Once the ’Breaking Wall’ plan sets into motion, there’s no turning back, because behind us lies an abyss. Professor Yang Ping’s research group is holding out with basic ans in the lab, waiting for our news; countless eyes at ho, filled with expectation, suspicion, or waiting to laugh, are watching us. We have no right, nor power, to talk about any ’dignified exit’!"
"If a company withdraws, we find another; if no company joins, we establish one, if no company is willing to cooperate, we’ll complete the plan with our own company."
His voice was not loud, yet it hit Gan Fengyi’s heart like heavy drumbeats. Her fingers tightened unconsciously around her teacup, knuckles turning slightly white.
Huang Jiacai turned back, eyes bright, once again eting hers: "They may use capital as a lure, we can unite with faith and vision! They may use short-term benefits to divide, we can unite with a common long-term destiny! They underestimated the resolve of Chinese enterprises in this desperate fight, and they underestimated... my ability and determination to face the storm."
He paused, his tone softened, yet carried a deeper, irrefutable strength: "Fengyi, I know your position, understand your situation. Your coming tonight to give this intelligence, regardless of your intentions, I, Huang Jiacai, am grateful to you."
"But... I can tell you clearly... I won’t back down, I am determined to have my share of the at in the pot."
He returned to the table, resting both hands on the desktop, leaning slightly forward, closing the distance with her, their gazes colliding again, as though invisible sparks flew in the air.
"But I don’t want to be your enemy, you know? I don’t want to... I am very conflicted now, you know, standing in this position has been my dream, I have my dreams too, I want to stand at the top..."
Gan Fengyi’s tone was a bit agitated, her eyes slightly reddening.
Huang Jiacai’s tone calm: "The business world is like a battlefield, as we’re each loyal to our positions, standing in your place, you can use all your ans without any scruples. And I," he said word by word, "will also confront head-on in my way."
Their eyes t, the tearoom filled with dead silence, only the faint sound of water nearing boil on the fire disrupts it. On one side, the cold, cruel logic of real-world business and the crushing power of global giants, on the other, a hot, firm yet sowhat solitary ideal and sentint. Between them, subtle emotions surged undercurrents, starkly opposing positions engaging in the fiercest silent contest.
Love and strife. Reason and emotion, tear apart at this mont.
Gan Fengyi stared fixedly at him, at the undeniable fire in his eyes, the determination seemingly capable of overcoming all challenges. A complex wave surged in her heart—anger at his ignorance of the tis, worry for his potential failure, a helpless fatigue about her situation, and perhaps, in the deepest, most hidden corner of her heart, a sliver of admiration for his near-tragic persistence.
In the end, she said nothing. All words seed weak and powerless at this mont. She suddenly stood up, grabbed the exquisite handbag beside her, and without another glance at Huang Jiacai, she turned away.
She paused at the door, as though about to say sothing, but ultimately said nothing. A few seconds later, she resolutely pushed open the door, her silhouette swiftly disappearing into the dense night outside the tearoom, leaving only a faint, familiar fragrance slowly lingering in the air.
Huang Jiacai did not move, maintaining his position for a long ti before slowly sitting down. He picked up the slightly cooled copper pot, refilled his cup with tea, then raised it, drinking it all at once. The tea was cold, with a pronounced bitterness, yet after swallowing, a lingering, faint sweetness stubbornly erged in his throat.
He took out the encrypted phone and deleted the ssage. Then, picking up his regular phone, he dialed his assistant, his voice restored to the usual calm, collected, and decisive tone, as if the intense, surging eting earlier had never happened:
"Notify all core mber enterprise leaders of the ’Breaking Wall’ plan; an ergency high-level video eting will be held at nine o’clock tomorrow morning, and no one is to miss it."
"Also, prepare three personal letters in my na for President Wang, President Li, and President Zhang of the software company."
The night outside the window was deep and dark as ink.
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