"I know you hate the U.S. government," he said, suddenly leaning forward until his forehead almost touched the screen, "but we are cut from the same cloth. We both want to send humanity to Mars."
His finger traced a rocket trajectory across the desk. "Give me 100 chips, and I'll agree to any condition you name. SpaceX equity, Tesla patents, even... even public support for de-dollarization."
Guan Yao looked at the bloodshot veins in his eyes—proof he hadn't closed them for three consecutive days.
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