224: Chapter 225 Forced Track Change, Top Speed ​​500M!

Under the pale spotlight, the black-gray metal box—with its rough casing and even a few exposed copper jumper wires—looked jarring.

From the bottomless darkness beneath the stage, a faint sound of rustling clothes and whispered conversations immediately emerged.

Even without seeing their faces, Shen Du could keenly capture the confusion and disdain permeating the air.

Bringing such a dilapidated communication transmitter, seemingly cobbled together from a scrapyard, to a high-stakes showdown of trump cards was, in the eyes of those image-conscious European capitalists, nothing short of a joke.

Lin Zimo ignored the murmurs coming from the darkness.

He walked quickly to the control console, pulled out the test data cable, and connected it directly to the venue's ultra-high-definition main projection screen.

The screen lit up.

At first, under a standard network without the new protocol mounted, the download speed on the screen hovered steadily at a few dozen MB.

In 2014, an era where the limit for uplink and downlink on the world's most mainstream 4G base stations was merely 100M, this figure was just average and couldn't stir up any waves.

However, as Lin Zimo took a deep breath and slammed his finger down on the Enter key, he forcefully activated the "Multi-band Dynamic Combination Protocol" inside the box.

"Swish—!"

On the huge projector screen, the previously flat data curve surged wildly like a ferocious beast that had instantly torn apart its shackles, in a manner that completely defied current physical common sense!

150MB/s... 300MB/s...

Almost in the blink of an eye, the numbers jumping in the center of the screen violently punched through the 100M physical ceiling of current mainstream base stations, finally nailing themselves firmly to a peak value that made one's scalp tingle: 500MB/s!

The previously extremely oppressive and silent dark room felt as if a bombshell had been dropped into it out of thin air.

After a brief dead silence, an out-of-control English expletive, even carrying a hint of a tremor, cut through the darkness.

"F**k! Are you serious?!"

Hearing that out-of-control expletive erupt from the depths of the darkness, Lin Zimo and Technical Expert Su Hua, who were sweating from the oppressive atmosphere, exchanged a sharp look.

The tension in their eyes vanished in an instant.

Technical Expert Su Hua strode to the standing microphone, reached out to steady the mic stand, and cut into the entire venue with extremely fluent and cold English:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not doubt your eyes. What you are seeing right now is the 4G+ Special Long/Short Wave Transceiver Base Station newly developed by our research institute!"

Without any superfluous pleasantries, and without giving this group of capitalist tycoons any chance to catch their breath or think, Technical Expert Su Hua's gaze swept over the deep darkness and ruthlessly delivered a second, even more lethal blow.

"Not only that."

Technical Expert Su Hua's voice echoed through the hall, carrying an unquestionable, forceful confidence:

"Right on this rough experimental model, it can currently support a full three thousand people at the same time, within the same coverage area, stably maintaining a 500MB/s uplink and downlink limit at full speed!"

If the single-unit extreme speed from just a moment ago only made this group of arrogant European nobles feel incredulous surprise, then the revelation of this terrifying concurrency volume—which far exceeded the physical common sense of 2014 base stations—made the previously dead-silent darkness beneath the stage completely boil over.

Suppressed exclamations, the violent friction of seats, and hurried discussions interwoven in various languages instantly exploded in the spacious dark room.

Just as this boiling commotion was about to become uncontrollable, a highly penetrating male voice suddenly came from the deepest part of the darkness below the stage.

This voice spoke with a clear, standard old-school British aristocratic accent, its tone severe and cold, forcefully suppressing the noise of the entire venue:

"Pardon the interruption. To the gentleman on stage, may I ask if these exaggerated parameters you just announced are one hundred percent true?"

Facing this scrutiny and pressure, Technical Expert Su Hua stood under the pale spotlight, his posture upright, without taking a single step back.

He looked straight into the dark corner from which the voice came, his tone extremely calm, yet revealing a desperate, unyielding confidence:

"As the Executive President of Jiyuan Entertainment, every word and every piece of data I state standing here is one hundred percent authentic, without any fabrication!"

"In this building, facing today's meeting, I would not dare to do anything dishonest."

Technical Expert Su Hua pressed his hands against the edge of the podium and delivered the final reassurance with resounding clarity:

"All the underlying protocols and core patents for this set of equipment are currently on the fast track for application. Ladies and gentlemen, it won't be long before it can be popularized on a large scale!"

Following Technical Expert Su Hua's ironclad retort, the voices of doubt from below the stage instantly dissipated.

The previously boiling dark room once again fell into a dead silence that was both oppressive and full of undercurrents.

Those tycoons hidden in the darkness were frantically digesting the terrifying commercial landscape represented by this set of data.

Seeing the audience fall back into that dead silence of being completely stunned, with no one daring to question further, Shen Du, standing in the shadows at the edge of the stage, flashed a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He knew that he had made a good start to this life-or-death game.

That base station had perfectly torn apart the high-and-mighty psychological defenses of these old foxes.

He did not let this silence last too long.

Shen Du strode out of the shadows, stepped directly into the pale spotlight in the center of the stage, and took absolute control of the entire venue.

Walking to the control console, Shen Du reached out and yanked out the speed test cable that Lin Zimo had just used for the demonstration.

Immediately after, he pulled out a black USB drive and inserted it cleanly and decisively into the projection computer connected to the main screen.

Subsequently, Shen Du reached into his suit pocket again.

He pulled out a physical chip only the size of a fingernail, which glinted with a cold, metallic luster under the lights.

"Clack."

A crisp impact sound was instantly amplified by the microphone, echoing through the oppressive dark room.

Shen Du unceremoniously tossed this chip right into the center of the lens of the high-definition physical display stand next to him.

As the USB drive's data was read, the huge projection screen flickered.

The scalp-tingling speed test data from just before vanished instantly.

All that remained was a dense, extremely complex 3D architectural diagram of a 48nm high-end chip.

Shen Du pressed his hands against the edge of the display stand, his gaze piercing the darkness below like a falcon.

As he spoke, he coldly struck at the soft underbelly that these European capitalists feared most:

"What you are seeing now is the latest crystallization of Jiyuan Technology: the Cold Etching Machine.

Its greatest feature is that it can perfectly, without a mask, directly etch 48NM-level high-end chips."

Shen Du raised his hand, pointing to the physical chip next to the big screen, which had been magnified to the extreme by the high-definition lens.

In his previously calm tone, there was now a hint of extremely dangerous arrogance:

"I know that the clever people sitting here must be sneering in their hearts, thinking that this is just a defective product we bought from the gray market, or an Intel CPU with the logo sanded off and the base re-soldered."

"Bang!"

Shen Du suddenly curled his finger and slammed it heavily onto the glass tabletop of the display stand, shattering the last shred of wishful thinking in the darkness:

"But I regret to inform you all.

This chip is something we, using our own Cold Etching Machine, thoroughly reverse-engineered from the latest Intel CPU, re-optimized the architecture, and... completely on our own, personally 'etched' out!"

The hall was so deathly silent that a pin drop could be heard; only Shen Du's highly penetrating voice could be heard echoing.

Shen Du straightened up and delivered the final conclusion, one capable of overturning the global semiconductor landscape, from on high:

"Not only does it comprehensively surpass the original version in computational performance, but the power consumption has also been drastically slashed by a full thirty percent!"

If the communication base station capable of a stable 500MB/s from earlier was just an appetizer to tear open their defenses, then this reverse-engineered CPU—which could completely bypass the United States' optical monopoly and semiconductor patent barriers, and was forcibly 'hand-crafted'—was a nuclear weapon that would directly flip the entire world's tech table!

"Boom—!"

That group of old-school European nobles and capitalist tycoons, who had always been known for their decorum and elegance, could no longer maintain even a shred of composure.

Successive gasps of cold air, incredulous exclamations, and even the uncontrolled sounds of chairs being overturned exploded at this moment!