Chapter 220: Sichuan Opera Face Changing

"Hahaha! Well said!" Qin Han laughed heartily.
"Why let the good stuff go to outsiders? What good does it do us if those foreigners make a fortune?
Let's make sure our own people are well-fed and watered first!"
"So, can we start building the factory now?"
"Of course! The project will be contracted to our Jiangjin Group.
We've built quite a few chip factories before; we have experience, the expertise is right, and we're honest and reliable.
I'll also set up a new project team for you, specifically to handle the technical coordination with AMC, and to get the cooperation implemented as quickly as possible.
How about it? Am I a really strong ally?"
Another jolt ran through his heart.
Su Hao smiled, picked up the bottle, and poured Qin Han's glass overflowing.
"Chairman Qin, our relationship is absolutely essential!"
"Hahaha, of course!" Qin Han grinned from ear to ear.
"Let me tell you, I'm never this relaxed normally! Only in front of you! Haha, come on, let's have a drink?"
"Cheers!"
With a crisp "clink," two glasses clinked together.
A groundbreaking collaboration, capable of shaking up the global semiconductor landscape, was casually settled in this lively barbecue restaurant.
Su Hao also felt that, compared to the aloof, unapproachable chairman of Jiang Jin Group,
this neighborly older brother figure, enjoying skewers and calling him brother after a few drinks, was much more to his liking.
...
"Hey, I told you to call me 'brother,' say it a few more times! Huh?"
"Oh dear, brother, you're drunk again. Get in the car, go home and rest."
"Hiss... this little bit of alcohol really won't get me drunk. Let me tell you... I'm not usually like this... but being with you is so comfortable!"
"Come on, come on, slow down, get in the car, be careful of your head."
"I... I'm not drunk!"
"Okay, okay, you're not drunk, you're all talk and no action! Alright, be careful on the road."
Qin Han grinned, chuckling, nodded, and was helped into the car by the driver.
The car door slammed shut, shutting out the outside noise.
Qin Han's face, which had been all smiles and seemed to be blacking out just a second ago, instantly transformed like a Sichuan opera mask change—cold, ruthless, and completely devoid of any alcohol.
That grinning, like a spoiled rich kid, vanished as if a reset button had been pressed, instantly reverting to the cold, hard face of the Jiang Jin Group's leader.
This wasn't intentional; it was an instinct ingrained in his bones.
Qin Han leaned back in his chair, eyes closed in thought.
He himself found it eerie.
Before each meeting with Su Hao, he would remind himself to maintain a composed demeanor, to preserve the poise and shrewdness expected of a business tycoon.
But after a few drinks, that hardened armor forged through years of business experience would invariably crumble away, piece by piece.
At that moment, he felt as if he were truly having a heart-to-heart talk with a close brother.
Su Hao seemed to possess a kind of seemingly harmless, yet deadly magic that could instantly dismantle all defenses.
It could make people lower their guard without them even realizing it.
But once the car door closed, separating him from the person, like now, that magic vanished.
He would instantly revert to Qin Han, the shrewd and decisive chairman of the Jiangjin Group.
He forcibly suppressed the rising tide of alcohol, his eyes, now clear and sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the secretary beside him.
"Chairman, are you alright? Would you like some hangover medicine...?"
"No need." Qin Han's voice was steady, showing no sign of drunkenness.
"Call the group and tell them to prepare for building several new factories. Draft a project proposal.
This new factory area needs to be able to produce our own chips and integrate all the supporting facilities for technical cooperation with AMC."
"Huh? Could it be... Chairman Su agreed to give up the land?"
"No, not give it up." Qin Han corrected.
"We're not even building our own factory; actually, we're building a factory for AMC.
Tell them, not a single nail or tenon can be cut corners; build it to the highest standards.
That place might become half of Jiangjin Group's livelihood!"
"Yes, Chairman!"
Actually, Qin Han had been deliberately testing Su Hao at the dinner table.
He wanted to see if this kid's early purchase of that land was truly for building a factory.
'But the moment he heard about building a factory, he didn't hesitate for a second and immediately launched into the conversation…'
A cold sweat broke out on Qin Han's back.
This meant that Su Hao, this young man, had likely planned everything that was happening long ago!
Every step he took, every seemingly casual action, concealed an incredibly sophisticated, intricately linked, and terrifyingly calculated scheme!
Is this even a human brain?
This is clearly a terrestrial deity in human skin, stepping precisely at every juncture of destiny, calculating flawlessly!
Yet, when drinking and chatting with him, the kid is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, harmless and making you think he can't even handle the most trivial matters.
He didn't seem like the ruthless character capable of orchestrating such a grand scheme at all.
'That's why my father always said, "Never judge a book by its cover," and that was damn well true!'
Chairman Qin thought of his father. On the surface, the old man seemed like a kind and approachable gentleman, but only those close to him knew what a ferocious beast lurked beneath that exterior!
He had witnessed firsthand how miserable and desperate the lives of those targeted by his father became.
'This kind of person… absolutely, absolutely cannot be an enemy!'
Besides, things had come to this point; they were long past the stage of being enemies.
Transcending purely business relationships, from a man's perspective, he found himself genuinely admiring Su Hao, this young man.
That admiration was so intense that it made him seethe with jealousy towards Huang Fengwen, who could call Su Hao brother.