101: At the awards ceremony in Chapter 101, Jiang Chen promoted a product: This medicine is 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

Stockholm Concert Hall, the dome was dazzling.

Countless spotlights converged on the center of the stage, illuminating it like broad daylight. Sitting below were the King of Sweden, dignitaries from various countries, and those gray-haired titans of Western academia who, at this moment, had to lower their proud heads.

The thunderous applause finally subsided.

The eyes of the whole world, along with dozens of ultra-high-definition cameras, were locked onto the young man standing before the microphone.

What was he waiting for?

Was he brewing a grand speech about the fate of humanity?

Or was he organizing his words, preparing to thank that so-called "Nature Porter" identity?

Only Jiang Chen knew what he was waiting for.

His gaze did not focus on those dignitaries but swept across the void, seemingly at random.

There, that blood-red system alert was still flickering slightly.

"High-energy reaction on the Far Side of the Moon continues to intensify..."

"Troublesome."

Jiang Chen muttered to himself, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Although the threat of that unknown "Higher Civilization" was right before his eyes, this act still had to be played out to the end. After all, this was also a war.

A war without gunpowder, yet one sufficient to make Western capital spit blood.

"Ahem."

Jiang Chen reached out and tapped the gilded microphone in front of him, producing a harsh static sound that caused several old knights in the front row to frown.

The King of Sweden stood to the side, maintaining an awkward but polite smile, waiting for the young winner to deliver his acceptance speech.

"Um... the medal is quite heavy."

Jiang Chen casually stuffed the gold medal, which represented the highest honor of humanity, into his trouser pocket.

The action was just like stuffing a bag of unfinished melon seeds.

"Since I have received the award, according to the procedure, I must say a few words."

He rested one hand on the podium, leaning forward slightly, wearing his casual suit with a relaxed vibe, as if he were at a roadside food stall eating skewers.

"Just now I said this medicine is a gift from Nature."

"Many people might think I am humble-bragging, or that I am joking."

Jiang Chen smiled, his eyes suddenly turning sharp, staring directly into the camera:

"Actually, I am not joking."

"In order to let this gift benefit everyone, rather than becoming a tool for some greedy capital to amass wealth..."

As he spoke, he pulled something out of his other trouser pocket as if performing a magic trick.

It was not a speech.

Nor was it a thank-you note.

It was a dusty, heavily paint-chipped metal can with a skull logo on it.

It was exactly that "insecticide" which saved the world.

The audience was in an uproar.

The gentlemen in tailcoats looked at each other, completely unable to understand what this Oriental man was doing. This is the Nobel Prize ceremony! Are you pulling out a broken can to exterminate insects on the spot?

Jiang Chen ignored the commotion below.

He held the can, shook it at the camera, his posture looking exactly like those shrill hosts in TV shopping commercials:

"Taking advantage of this global live broadcast, I want to announce something."

"Chenxing Technology, just a moment ago, launched a new product."

"It is this one in my hand."

"Scientific name: Universal Broad-Spectrum Environmental Purification Spray. Common name: Air Freshener."

He paused, a look of extreme innocence appearing on his face:

"This thing, besides being able to instantly kill the X-99 virus, can also prevent the flu, kill bacteria, and purify formaldehyde."

"Simply put, keep a bottle at home, and you can basically say goodbye to the hospital."

Below the stage, several executives from Pfizer and Johnson & Johnson turned pale instantly.

They sensed something.

A fear that a catastrophe was imminent made them want to rush up and cover Jiang Chen's mouth.

But Jiang Chen did not give them a chance at all. He held up a finger, his voice clearly spreading to every corner of the globe:

"As for the price..."

"Since it was 'ported' over, we won't make black-hearted money."

"Chenxing Technology official flagship store, in-stock launch."

"Not 998, and not 98."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath and shouted the number that made Wall Street's heart stop:

"9.9!"

"Free shipping!"

Boom!!!

If the previous "Porter" remark only made people think he was arrogant, then this "9.9 with free shipping" was like throwing a depth charge into a calm lake. This is smashing rice bowls!

This is overturning the tables of global pharmaceutical giants!

Who will buy those antibiotics that cost hundreds of dollars a box in the future? Who will buy those sky-high priced miracle drugs?

"Madman! He is a madman!"

A representative of a Western consortium below the stage was trembling with rage, pointing at Jiang Chen on the stage, "This is disrupting market order! This is unfair competition!"

However, Jiang Chen's performance was not over yet. He looked at the furious faces below the stage, the mockery at the corners of his mouth growing stronger.

"Oh, right."

"There is one small additional condition."

Jiang Chen added unhurriedly, his eyes as cold as ice:

"In view of certain countries' technology blockades against us, and that fine tradition of 'blaming others first when sick'."

"This product is currently only limited to—"

"Real-name purchase with Dragon Country second-generation ID cards."

"Each ID is limited to five bottles."

"As for overseas users..."

Jiang Chen shrugged, with an expression of helplessness:

"Sorry, production capacity is limited."

"Don't you have Pfizer? Don't you have high-end medical care?"

"I suggest you continue to use that. It might be a bit expensive, but that is your 'freedom'."

Dead silence. A deathly silence enveloped the entire concert hall.

This was no longer selling products. This was naked humiliation! It was rubbing the face of the Western world on the ground!

Aren't you sanctioning chips?

Then I will cut off your medicine!

I will take the life-saving stuff, sell it only to my own people, and sell it at cabbage prices, and make you drool to death!

In the live broadcast room, netizens from the Dragon Country were already going crazy. The barrage exploded like a burst flood.

[Holy cow! God Jiang is awesome! 9.9 with free shipping? This is f*cking charity!]

[Satisfying! So f*cking satisfying! Did you see the faces of those foreigners turning green? Awesome!]

[Is this a Nobel ceremony? This is clearly God Jiang's personal show! Selling products at the Nobel, unprecedented and never to be repeated!]

[Going to place an order now! Buying for the whole family! Long live God Jiang!]

On stage. Jiang Chen glanced at the time.

The countdown for the system mission was running out, and the shadow of that "Moon Crisis" was approaching.

He did not have time to keep bickering with these people.

"Alright, the advertisement is done."

Jiang Chen stuffed that broken can into his pocket, clapped his hands, and nodded to the King of Sweden, who was still in a petrified state:

"Your Majesty, thank you for the medal. If you come to travel in the Dragon Country later, I will treat you to spicy hot pot."

After speaking, he did not care about the banquet procedure or the reporters who wanted to rush up for an interview. He turned around and walked toward the backstage with long strides.

While walking, he left a final sentence toward the microphone that had not yet been turned off:

"Everyone, meeting adjourned."

"I'm in a hurry."

"There is still... a very big package at home waiting for me to sign for it."

Watching that dashing retreating figure, watching the door slowly closing behind him.

Thousands of elites in the audience were still standing there, unable to recover for a long time.

They knew.

After tonight, the rules of the world had changed.

That young man used a fishing rod to overturn an aircraft carrier and a piece of glass to pierce through the chip blockade. Now, he had used a can of 9.9 insecticide to completely shatter the century-old foundation of the Western pharmaceutical empire.

And he had done all this.

He didn't even bother to eat dinner.

Simply because... there was a package at home to receive?