Traveling back to 1966, starting by living in a cowshed.

Chapter 222 The Plot Against Lin Zhou 2

Everyone nodded, their anger turning into smug smiles.

They finally found the key to Lin Zhou's weakness.

Money can't buy you anything.

It doesn't make sense logically.

Then use power, use rules, use the most ruthless commercial strangulation to force him to comply.

"I think simply banning overseas trade isn't enough," Jackson suddenly said, his tone even more sinister. "Lin Zhou seems unusually stubborn. What if he clings to the technology even when the group is in trouble? We need to give him a more direct warning."

"Oh? What insight does Mr. Jackson have?" Anderson asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jackson lowered his voice, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and after glancing around to make sure no one was around, he slowly said, "Hong Kong is a place where all sorts of people mingle, with the underworld and the legitimate world intertwined, and accidents happen every day."

"Lin Zhou always takes a fixed route between his company and home. We can find someone to stage an 'accidental' car accident on his usual route."

"No need to kill anyone, just injure him a little, make him suffer a bit, and let him understand that in Hong Kong, even if he has some power, he is not invincible."

"A car accident was a warning to him. It told him that if he refused to cooperate and hand over his technology, what awaited him was not only commercial destruction, but also threats to his personal safety."

The room fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.

Everyone understood that Jackson's words had gone beyond the scope of business competition and touched on a gray area.

But no one objected.

In their view, this kind of tactic is nothing compared to acquiring this special effects technology that could change the global film industry.

The life of an Asian is insignificant in the eyes of these Hollywood moguls.

"Car accident warning..." Anderson stroked his chin, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. "Mr. Jackson, that's a good idea. Let's start with diplomacy, cut off his source of income, and then give him a little physical pain."

"If he knows what's good for him and obediently hands over the technology, everything will be fine."

"If he still doesn't know what's good for him and dares to stand up to us..." Anderson's voice suddenly turned icy cold, filled with undisguised killing intent, "then let him disappear from this world completely."

"We absolutely cannot allow such advanced film technology to fall into the hands of an Easterner who refuses to submit to us."

"Technology must be ours! Either use it for us, or destroy it completely!"

Dead silence.

The meeting room was deathly silent; everyone was stunned by the ruthlessness and decisiveness in Anderson's words.

No one thought it was cruel, and no one thought it was excessive.

Deep down, they have always adhered to the law of the jungle: the strong prey on the weak. To fall behind means to be bullied; to possess advanced technology yet refuse to submit is an even greater crime.

Lin Zhou's very existence is a challenge to Hollywood's hegemony.

Their only goal is to eliminate him and reclaim the technology.

Mr. Zou sat silently on the sofa in the corner, watching everything unfold before him, his face turning pale and then flushed, his mind in turmoil.

He originally thought it was just a simple technology acquisition negotiation, but he never expected that these European and American giants would be so ruthless, cutting off cash flow, causing car accidents, and even taking lives.

This is no longer business competition; it is blatant plunder and murder.

He wanted to say something, to remind everyone that Lin Zhou was not without connections in Hong Kong, and that if things really went too far, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back.

He dare not.

Faced with these Hollywood giants who control the lifeline of global cinema, he, the owner of a local Hong Kong film company, had no right to speak.

Once they offend them, Jiahe will be completely blacklisted by the European and American markets without Lin Zhou even having to lift a finger, and will never have a chance to rise again.

Mr. Zou could only clench his fists, silently lower his head, and sigh inwardly.

This time, Lin Zhou has probably really gotten himself into a huge mess.

These people really wanted to kill him.

"Since no one has any objections, let's get started immediately." Anderson, seeing that no one objected, immediately began assigning tasks, his tone crisp and decisive.

"First, we should all immediately contact our respective company headquarters and ask them to use all their connections to put pressure on the customs authorities of Europe and the United States."

A complete ban should be imposed on all products from Zhonghua Electronics entering the European and American markets, the sooner the better, ideally within three days.

"Secondly, Mr. Jackson, you are more familiar with the Hong Kong underworld. Contact reliable people, find out Lin Zhou's travel route, and prepare for an 'accidental' car accident."

Remember, give him a warning first, don't go straight for the kill, give him some time to think.

"Third, everyone stay put and wait in case Zhonghua Group shows signs of a broken capital chain, or if Lin Zhou backs down after the car accident."

When that time comes, we will immediately visit him again and force him to sign the technology transfer agreement; we cannot afford to delay even for a moment.

Fourth, maintain strict confidentiality.

Every word we say here today must be kept secret, especially from Lin Zhou discovering our plan.

To paraphrase an old Chinese proverb, "Strike the snake at its seven-inch mark"—we must deliver a fatal blow, leaving it no chance to react or resist.

Everyone stood up and nodded solemnly.

"clear!"

"I will follow Mr. Anderson's instructions!"

"This time, Lin Zhou must pay the price!"

Everyone wore a triumphant smile, as if they could already see Lin Zhou kneeling down and begging for mercy, obediently handing over the special effects technology.

In their view, the outcome of this game was already decided the moment they devised this wicked plan.

No matter how smart, tough, or powerful Lin Zhou is, he cannot withstand the combined strangulation of capital and power, nor can he withstand the deadly threats from the shadows.

Anderson straightened his suit jacket and put on a fake smile again, but behind that smile lay a chilling coldness that could devour everything.

"Very good." He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying supreme authority. "Let's leave here now and await good news."

"It won't be long before the special effects technology of 'Hurricane Hong Kong' becomes Hollywood's possession."

"And that arrogant Lin Zhou will pay the most painful price for his arrogance and stubbornness."

After saying that, Anderson took the lead, pushed open the door to the reception room, and walked out with his head held high.

The rest of the Hollywood representatives followed closely behind, each with a sneer on their face, and filed out one after another.

The corridor lights cast long shadows of them, like venomous snakes lurking in the dark, ready to bare their most deadly fangs at Lin Zhou.

Outside Zhonghua Building, the sun was shining brightly, and the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival had not yet completely dissipated.

But a shocking conspiracy targeting Lin Zhou and Zhonghua Group has already quietly been laid, creating an inescapable trap.

A storm is brewing.