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

Cheng Yao, vice president of YaoCore Technical Services, had condemned the line. “Thirty-two X9 chips suffered quantum-gate avalanche due to customer misuse. If Ruifeng accepts our acquisition offer, its debts and workers can be handled.” “Your offer would not buy one-third of the land,” Wanqing said. “Dead machines are scrap.” Chenzhou walked among the arms and closed his eyes. Daytime voices were faint. “Command… rejected.” “License expired.” “Awaiting mother node.” When he touched Arm Seven, pain pierced his temple. In a darkness filled with points of light, he saw thirty-two healthy chips locked inside transparent cells. Their startup keys had been remotely revoked. The avalanche error was fabricated.