Chapter 63: Touch My Daughter, and I Will Wipe Out Your Entire Family!

Since their Second Young Master wanted him dead, she had no choice but to make a phone call to the Rockefeller family.

Jin, the eldest young master of the Rockefeller family, answered the phone.

Upon learning that his second brother needed ten S-class supernatural beings, Jin’s expression shifted slightly.

"Is George alright? Could it be that he has offended one of the ancient martial arts families of Huaxia?"

"I've heard that those ancient martial arts families are exceptionally powerful. Father often taught us not to provoke them lightly."

The blonde beauty hurriedly explained the entire situation.

After listening, Jin frowned and nodded.

"What my brother says does make some sense."

"This Zhang Fan is actually able to inexplicably control the entire Rothschild family, and he does so as a Huaxia citizen."

"Not only that, but his research in the field of chips has also monopolized the entire technological market."

Nowadays, anyone in the market who needs chips is extending olive branches to the Zhang Group.

Although the Rockefeller family made their fortune in the oil business, who doesn't have a supply chain related to chips these days?

After a brief moment of thought, Jin immediately made his decision.

"I will have them sent over immediately."

Upon receiving the news, the corners of George's lips curved upward slightly, and he narrowed his eyes.

"This Huaxia man wants to lead all the residents of Huaxia into the lifestyle of a developed nation."

"With a population of over a billion, once they achieve our current quality of life, even I will have to end up working on an assembly line in a factory."

"This is absolutely unacceptable! No matter what, Zhang Fan must die."

Only by killing Zhang Fan, destroying the Zhang Group, and seizing the picometer photolithography machine developed in Zhang Fan's laboratory could George feel at ease. This was the exact reason for George's trip to Huaxia this time; otherwise, given his status, he wouldn't have come to trouble Zhang Fan without a reason.

At this moment, Zhang Fan was still unaware that ten S-class supernatural beings, whose mere names struck terror into ordinary people, were already on their way by plane.

However, possessing the cultivation of a Great Emperor realm cultivator, even if Zhang Fan knew, he would probably just laugh it off.

Soon, a day passed.

Zhang Fan sat in his office and asked with a smile, "Wang Qing'er, how is the production line coming along?"

Wang Qing'er was full of respectful deference.

First, Zhang Fan created the picometer photolithography machine.

Second, Zhang Fan came up with design blueprints for ten thousand cheap silicon wafers.

Lastly, he managed to control the Rothschild family without anyone being the wiser.

In Wang Qing'er's heart, she already regarded Zhang Fan as a supreme being akin to an immortal.

She bowed slightly, revealing a breathtaking view of her cleavage, and a smile graced her face.

"Over the past ten days or so, working day and night, we have built ten silicon wafer production workshops."

"Thanks to the unique properties of water, each workshop can produce over five thousand silicon wafers in a single day."

"All chip-related companies, many of which are among the Fortune Global 500, have rushed to reach cooperation agreements with us, completely disregarding the bans issued by their own countries."

Zhang Fan nodded. "That's how it is."

"To protect their own interests, capitalists will stop at nothing."

"And in the pursuit of maximum profit margins, they will trample on the law."

Xu Wanying walked in from outside, looking excited.

"Boss, currently in the company's account, including the advance deposits from partners who haven't received their silicon wafers yet, we have a total of over forty billion!"

"What are your plans for the next step?"

Zhang Fan immediately waved his hand grandly.

"You continue to keep the big picture in mind, and invest in all supply chains in Huaxia—remember, I mean all supply chains."

"I want every single person in Huaxia to not only enjoy the current cost of living but also have a monthly income of thirty to forty thousand, even if they are older cleaners with no technical skills—they will still earn thirty to forty thousand a month!"

"Once these supply chains have matured domestically, we will immediately head abroad to harvest the rest of the world."

Xu Wanying went off to handle this excitedly.

Although she was just a recent college graduate, after more than a month of tempering, Xu Wanying was growing at a rapid pace.

A major reason was that Zhang Fan was generous with his money, and upon completing each project, she received a hefty share of the dividends.

Seeing that it was time to get off work, Zhang Fan immediately stood up and headed to the school to pick up Zhang Qingyun.

Tian Xiao drove Zhang Fan outside the school gates. Before Zhang Fan could even get out of the car, she received a phone call, and her complexion turned extremely pale.

"Mr. Zhang Fan, a call for you."

Her face was somewhat drained of color as she handed the phone to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan wore a peculiar expression and let go of the door handle.

"Since the call is for me, what is it doing on your phone?"

"And what's wrong with your complexion?"

Tian Xiao's teeth were even chattering slightly, terrified that Zhang Fan would plunge into a fury once he received the news.

She could only lower her head and speak in a voice so faint that only the two of them could hear.

"It's... it's our people failing in our protection."

"You... you'd better take the call first."

Zhang Fan's heart sank to the bottom. He glanced toward the school, a vague guess forming in his mind.

Sure enough, when he pressed the phone to his ear, Zhang Qingyun's crying voice immediately came through.

"Daddy, help!"

"Wuwuwu, these uncles and aunties are bad people, Daddy."

"Save Yun'er!"

Zhang Fan's heart felt as though it was shattering. Before he even had a chance to comfort Zhang Qingyun, a mocking voice came from the other end of the line.

"Zhang Fan, if you want to save your daughter, come to the abandoned factory at 203 Qinglong Avenue!"

"If I don't see you within ten minutes, your daughter will undoubtedly die."

"Understand?"

That familiar voice instantly infuriated Zhang Fan, and the veins on his forehead immediately bulged.

"George! It's you!"

"After you made a move against me last time, I investigated your background. You're from the Rockefeller family."

"We have no grievances between us. Why on earth would you kidnap my daughter?!"

George's voice carried a chuckle.

"No grievances? That's true. You and I are neither enemies nor partners; there are no conflicting interests between us."

"But I know what you're trying to do better than anyone else. You want to let all Huaxia citizens live the lifestyle of the developed world's middle class."

"By doing that, you are touching upon our fundamental interests. We in America rely on exploiting the labor of developing countries worldwide to achieve high wages and low prices. With a population of over a billion in Huaxia! Once everyone attains a middle-class quality of life, how are we supposed to survive?"

"Basically, all the industrial chains in the world must be tightly grasped in the hands of the Huaxia people in order to feed a population of over a billion."

"And what about us? Are we supposed to regress back to the agricultural civilization era?"

Zhang Fan's gaze grew increasingly ferocious, and his tone gradually deepened.

"I'm not in the mood to bicker with you about this nonsense!"

"Let me make this clear to you first: if my daughter loses even a single hair, I will have every single member of the Rockefeller family buried with her!"

"Every last one of you will die!"

George laughed out loud.

He had brought a full ten S-class supernatural beings with him; why would he be afraid of Zhang Fan?

"Enough nonsense! I've already given you the address, get over here quickly!"