Chapter Two: One Scrap Chip Revives a Billion-Yuan Factory

The first thing Lu Chenzhou saw outside Ruifeng Precision was not the company sign but a banner demanding three months of unpaid wages. Beyond the gate, six silver workshops stood as silent as coffins. Ruifeng had once supplied precision joints for medical robots and orbital manipulators. Its YaoCore automated line had cost a billion yuan. Ninety-seven days ago, it had stopped without warning. YaoCore declared that thirty-two controller chips had suffered irreversible damage. Replacement would cost six hundred million. Ruifeng could not pay. Banks withdrew credit, customers demanded penalties, and two thousand workers went without salaries. A woman in a charcoal suit stepped from a black sedan and handed Chenzhou a temporary badge. “Su Wanqing.”