115: Chapter 115 Who Sanctions Whom? We Sanction the Whole World!

The living room was quiet.

Only Su Qingxue's rapid breathing echoed in the spacious room.

Qin Ya stood to the side, looking at Su Qingxue's bloodless face, her own heart turning cold.

As a technician, she understood the weight of this "sanction order" even better.

This was meant to drive Guanghui Technology to its death.

There was no room for maneuver.

"Qingxue..."

Qin Ya bit her lip, breaking the silence in a low voice: "How about... I go upstairs and call Brother Lu Li?"

In this house, or rather, in Qin Ya's perception, that man was the only variable.

Su Qingxue's body trembled slightly.

She subconsciously wanted to nod.

Just then.

A lazy yet unusually steady voice drifted down from the second-floor railing.

"Wife, I saw it."

Su Qingxue looked up abruptly.

Her gaze passed through the brilliant crystal chandelier to the second-floor railing.

Lu Li was wearing a set of gray loungewear, holding a glass of iced cola, the ice cubes clinking crisply.

His expression was calm and unperturbed.

No anger.

No panic.

He didn't even frown.

The moment she saw that face, Su Qingxue's heart, which had been pounding wildly, miraculously calmed down.

That feeling was like a small boat about to capsize in stormy waves, suddenly being supported by a massive hand reaching from the sky.

It was steady.

Lu Li walked down the spiral staircase slowly, one hand in his pocket.

His slippers stepped on the wooden stairs.

Da.

Da.

Da.

The rhythm was slow, unhurried.

Su Qingxue watched him approach, her eyes suddenly turning red.

She hurried to meet him, like a child who had been wronged outside meeting a parent.

There was a hint of undisguisable trembling in her voice.

"Lu Li, Qiuge just called..."

"The United States has united all its allies."

"Chips, lenses, screens, GMS services... all cut off."

"They want to completely ban us."

Su Qingxue subconsciously reached out and grabbed Lu Li's sleeve.

This was her instinctual way of seeking comfort.

Lu Li reached out and gently held her hand.

His palm was warm and strong.

He walked to the sofa and sat down, still holding Su Qingxue's hand.

He picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it leisurely.

"Wife, you all got one thing wrong."

Lu Li stuffed a slice of orange into his mouth and said indistinctly.

Su Qingxue was stunned: "What?"

Qin Ya also widened her eyes, watching this great god who could still eat an orange in the face of imminent disaster.

Lu Li swallowed the orange and pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

He raised his eyelids.

Those eyes, usually sleepy, were now flashing with a chilling light that made people's hearts tremble.

"It's not them sanctioning us."

"But..."

Lu Li looked out the window.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the endless distance, looking towards the White House across the ocean.

His voice was not loud, but carried incomparable confidence.

"We are going to sanction the whole world."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Su Qingxue was stunned.

Qin Ya opened her mouth wide, even forgetting to close it.

This sentence.

If anyone else had said it, they would have thought the person was crazy.

They might even have thought it was ignorant arrogance.

That was the United States!

The only superpower on Blue Star!

A behemoth that controlled the global lifeline of technology!

A private Chinese enterprise saying it wanted to sanction the United States?

This was simply a fantasy.

But the person who said this was Lu Li.

It was the Lu Li who could casually toss out AI neural network algorithms, create artificial intelligence Robots, and build virtual worlds.

He sat there.

His posture was as lazy as if he had just woken up.

But the aura he exuded made people feel that what he said was the truth.

An undeniable fact.

"Sanction... them?"

Su Qingxue muttered to herself, her eyes gradually regaining their luster.

"That's right."

Lu Li handed half of the peeled orange to Su Qingxue.

"Without our Virtual Helmet, their entertainment industry will remain in the era of smartphones and computers."

"Without our Robots, their manufacturing industry will have no competitiveness."

"As for chips?"

Lu Li sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"That kind of backward technology is only treated as a treasure by them."

"Since they want to play the blockade game."

"Then we will play along with them."

"Let's see who ends up crying and begging for mercy."

After Lu Li finished speaking, he took out his phone from his pocket and opened Douyin to scroll through videos.

The domineering aura that looked down upon the world instantly vanished, and he turned back into that internet-addicted youth.

"By the way."

Lu Li didn't even look up, watching an old video of someone acting cool while casually giving orders.

"Tomorrow morning at eight."

"Have the publicity department release that render."

"Since we are going to war."

"Then let's just flip the table."

Su Qingxue took the orange.

She didn't ask what render it was.

She didn't ask how to deal with the complex commercial siege next.

Because she knew.

As long as Lu Li said it was no problem, then it was no problem.

"Okay."

Su Qingxue nodded firmly, the gloom in her eyes swept away.

She took a bite of the orange.

It was very sweet.

Sweet all the way to her heart.

...

Meanwhile, in the corner of a guest bedroom on the first floor, Wang Peng was curled up on a single sofa, holding his phone, with a mischievous smile on his face, ready to cause some trouble.

"Sanctions?"

"Tsk, those foreign devils don't know jack."

The little fatty muttered.

He had just experienced that virtual world himself.

That shock made him scoff at all the turmoil in the outside world at this moment.

He opened WeChat.

He found the group chat named "Key Figures of Class 2, Grade 6".

This group was secretly created by the boys in their class.

No teachers.

No parents.

Only pure bragging and gossip.

Wang Peng took a deep breath.

His fingers trembled as he selected the video he had just recorded.

The video cover was his back, holding a wooden sword, facing a horde of zombies.

Caption: [Brothers, I'm showing my hand.] [I just traveled to a game world.]

Click send.

The progress bar turned.

With a "whoosh" sound, the video was sent successfully.

Wang Peng clutched his phone to his chest, closed his eyes, and began to count silently in his heart.

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."