In the spring of 2003, the dark cloud of SARS hung over the Luohu Port. Lin Che huddled in the secret compartment of Gu Chen's cold chain car, with twelve Motorola chips in her arms. The ice water seeping from the car wall soaked into the maintenance manual she bought from Huaqiang North. Outside the container, quarantine personnel were scanning frozen chicken packages with forehead thermometers. No one noticed the -15°C on the temperature display, which happened to be the issuance code of Huaxin Electronics Science and Technology Innovation Board twenty years later.
"Guess who is named as the insurance beneficiary of this batch of goods?" At the 2023 arbitration tribunal, Gu Chen pushed the yellowed policy to the edge of the table. The map of Typhoon Mangkhut's landfall path trembled under the projector, and the red line snaked like the capital chain they had been entangled with for twenty years.
Lin Che pulled out a roll of insulating tape from her Hermès bag, with the equipment number of South China Semiconductor in 2005 stamped on it: "When you sold me the 'scrap' packaging machine, the boot code was the date of establishment of Gu's Logistics - this kind of romance will cost you billions now."
Purpose: to show the bloody breakthrough of Chinese manufacturing in the flood of capital