Director Vance’s mocking laughter echoed across the rain-swept plaza outside Cleanroom Tower 1.
He waved the thick, blue-stamped commercial lease in Lin Mo’s face, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
“Did you hear me, Chairman Lin?” Vance sneered, his foreign accent sharp with condescension. “You cleared their debt, but you cannot buy clean air. Vance Holdings controls every Class-100 cleanroom in Tianhai. Every air filtration bay, every vibration-isolated optical floor, and every high-voltage substation is locked under my five-year master lease.”
Murong Jie stepped up beside Vance, chuckling as he smoothed his expensive leather coat.
“He is right, Lin Mo,” Murong Jie said with an arrogant smirk. “You think you can just throw cash at science? Photonic chips require zero-dust environments. If a single speck of dust touches an open wafer, an entire year of testing goes up in smoke! Without our cleanrooms, your three hundred engineers are just beggars with expensive paper blueprints!”
Vance stepped closer to the shivering engineers, his voice dripping with venomous amusement.
“Do you know what a Class-100 cleanroom requires?” Vance mocked, pointing at the locked glass towers. “It requires multi-stage HEPA filtration filters imported from Frankfurt. It requires magnetic levitation floors that eliminate seismic vibrations from passing city trucks. It requires dedicated five-hundred-kilovolt power lines so laser lithography doesn’t flicker. You cannot build one in a week! You cannot build one in a year!”
