128: Chapter 128 Global Live Broadcast of the Argument: Jiang Chen's Verbal Battle with a Group of Scholars

At 8 PM, the global simultaneous live stream began.

This was undoubtedly the most chaotic, absurd, yet highest-rated "debate" in the history of human media.

The screen was split into dozens of small squares. On one side were the experts and ace reporters from various Western countries—solemn backgrounds, dressed in suits and leather shoes, but currently red-faced with anger. On the other side was the familiar, uniquely styled "street stall" live stream room of Chenxing Technology.

Jiang Chen was still lounging on the sofa.

Today, he was wearing a white T-shirt with the words "Convincing People with Virtue" printed in large characters, and in his arms, he held that Pikachu, which was busy gnawing on a high-energy battery. One person and one mouse, their expressions synchronized, both exuding a lazy vibe that said, "I'm just quietly watching you guys act tough."

"Jiang Chen! You are committing a crime!"

The first to attack was the chief commentator of The New York Times, an elderly white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, known for his sharp tongue. He waved his fist, and his voice exploded through the microphone into the ears of billions of viewers:

"You used loopholes in the contract to maliciously lock the Photonic Chip technology, causing hundreds of Western tech companies to fall into paralysis! This is a trampling of the spirit of contract! It is an insult to free trade! You are a complete bandit, a liar, and a tech tyrant!"

Following his fire, experts in other windows swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

"That's right! The Dragon Country must be held responsible for this! This is technological terrorism!"

"Refund the money! And release the encryption keys! Otherwise, we will call for a global boycott of Chenxing Technology!"

"Your behavior is hindering the progress of human civilization! You are a sinner of history!"

Facing this overwhelming accusation and abuse, Jiang Chen didn't even lift an eyelid.

He leisurely grabbed Pikachu's lightning-shaped tail, playing with it in his hand, and only after the other side was tired of cursing and had gone dry-mouthed did he lazily speak to the camera:

"Finished?"

"If you're finished, drink some water. Don't choke yourself to death, or you'll blame my chips for having radiation."

Jiang Chen scoffed, a smile on his face that was thirty percent cold and seventy percent indifferent:

"Spirit of contract? Free trade?"

"Old man, are you telling me a joke?"

He suddenly sat up straight. Pikachu in his arms cooperated with a "Pika" sound, and two electric sparks sizzled on its cheeks, scaring the reporters on the opposite screen into subconsciously shrinking back.

"A month ago, who stood in the press conference hall of The White House, holding a piece of waste paper, clamoring to cut off the Dragon Country's chip supply?"

"Who threatened the world's foundries, forbidding them from producing even a single screw for us?"

"Who wanted to beat us back to the Stone Age?"

Jiang Chen's gaze was like a knife, piercing precisely through the screen at that New York Times commentator:

"At that time, where was your spirit of contract? Where was your free trade? Was it eaten by dogs?"

"What, only allowing the state officials to set fires, while forbidding the common people from lighting lamps?"

"When you sanction me, it's upholding justice; when I turn around and put a lock on you, I become a tech tyrant?"

This series of rhetorical questions hit like a machine gun, leaving the opposite side speechless.

The old commentator's face flushed red, and he stammered in an attempt to refute: "That... that's different! We were doing it for national security..."

"Screw your security!"

Jiang Chen swore directly, without any regard that this was a global live stream:

"Stop using such high-sounding excuses to disgust me. Simply put, you just can't afford to lose."

"In the past, when you had the technological lead, you talked about markets and freedom; now that I have the technological lead, you start talking about morality and sharing."

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the words "Convincing People with Virtue" on his T-shirt, his tone mocking to the extreme:

"I am a very reasonable person."

"The technological blockade was started by you, and the trade barriers were built by you. I am just returning the favor in kind."

"Does it hurt? It's good that it hurts."

"If it doesn't hurt, how will you learn your lesson?"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly igniting the domestic live stream room.

Hundreds of millions of Dragon Country netizens were fired up in front of their screens, and the barrage of comments was scrolling so fast it was hard to read.

[Well said! Roast these double-standard dogs to death!]

[God Jiang is awesome! This is called instant karma! You were so arrogant when you sanctioned us, now look at how miserably you're crying!]

[This is the confidence of a major power's heavy weapon! We used to swallow our anger, but now God Jiang is teaching them how to behave!]

[Convincing people with virtue? I think it's "convincing people with virtue (physical)"! Pikachu, give them a 100,000-volt shock to liven things up!]

Seeing the cheers filling the screen, the Western delegation could no longer sit still.

They couldn't win the argument, the logic didn't hold up, so they started to become angry out of shame.

"Jiang Chen! Don't try to change the subject!"

A royal expert from the UK stood up, straightened his somewhat ridiculous bowtie, and tried to suppress Jiang Chen using so-called "aristocratic etiquette":

"We are discussing the issue of commercial integrity! The products you sold us are unusable; that is a fact! Your behavior is simply like... like a barbaric bandit!"

"Bandit?"

Jiang Chen laughed.

He put down Pikachu, picked up the soda on the coffee table, took a sip, and then looked at the expert with the gaze of someone looking at an idiot:

"Sir, I see you are an educated person, so why is your memory so poor?"

"When it comes to bandits, who can compare to your ancestors?"

Jiang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, his voice deep, but carrying a weight that pierced through history:

"More than a hundred years ago, when you joined forces to loot the Old Summer Palace, did you talk about martial ethics?"

"When you packed our national treasures into bags to take away, and smashed and burned what you couldn't take, did you talk about commercial integrity?"

"What? Now that it's my turn to be the banker, now that it's my turn to control the core technology, you start talking to me about quality and civilization?"

"Sorry."

Jiang Chen spread his hands, a bright yet cold smile appearing on his face:

"My quality depends on the person."

"For friends, I have good wine; for bandits, I only have..."

He patted the head of the Pikachu in his arms.

"Zzz—pop!"

A blue electric arc instantly cracked.

"I only have a shotgun."

The whole scene was dead silent.

The British expert's face turned pale, his lips trembling, and he collapsed back into his chair, unable to say a word for a long time.

This was a strike at the heart!

It was tearing off their fig leaf in front of the whole world, and then stepping on it twice!

"Bastard! You bastard!"

Just then, a man in the corner who hadn't spoken, looking like a third-rate tabloid reporter, suddenly exploded.

He was clearly pushed to the brink by Jiang Chen's impenetrable, stubborn attitude and had completely lost his mind. Since he couldn't win the argument on official matters, he would resort to personal attacks!

"Jiang Chen! Who do you think you are?!"

The reporter jumped up, pointed at the camera, and cursed, his features twisted:

"You're just an upstart! A country bumpkin with some luck!"

"Look at your appearance! Wearing a cheap T-shirt, holding a mouse, spewing dirty words! What qualifications do you have to stand in this position?"

"You have no upbringing! No substance! You are just a... barbarian without manners!"

"Your technology must be stolen! People like you don't deserve to possess science at all!"

The cursing echoed in the live stream room.

The previously jubilant barrage of comments suddenly paused for a moment.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden, bottomless personal attack.

This is the so-called Western elite? This is the so-called civilized person?

Can't win an argument, so you resort to street brawling?

The smile on Jiang Chen's face disappeared.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the hysterical reporter, a dangerous cold light flashing in his eyes.

He didn't mind being scolded.

But he minded this kind of high-and-mighty, racial superiority as if they were born superior.

"Barbarian?"

Jiang Chen repeated the word softly, preparing to give this guy a lesson he would never forget.

However.

Before he could open his mouth.

"Bang!"

A loud noise suddenly came from the side of the live stream screen.

Immediately after.

A white figure, like an angry Valkyrie, with a murderous aura that could blow the roof off, burst directly into the camera.

It was Academician Chen Shuyin.

She was still holding the tablet used to record data, her hair somewhat messy from running so fast, but this did not detract from her aura; instead, it added a touch of sharp beauty.

She stood directly in front of Jiang Chen.

Those eyes, which usually only held indifference and rationality, were now burning with raging fire, staring fixedly at the reporter in the screen who was cursing.

"Say that again?!"

Academician Chen Shuyin's voice was sharp and high-pitched, vibrating through the microphone, making the eardrums of the global audience buzz:

"Who did you say was a barbarian?!"

"Who did you say stole their technology?!"

"Open your dog eyes and look clearly!"

She slammed the tablet in her hand up, which was densely packed with patent certificates and research logs:

"This is the underlying architecture of the Photonic Chip! This is the derivation formula for the Anti-gravity Engine! These are the results that Jiang Chen achieved through all-nighters and running data one by one!"

"He alone pushed the progress of human civilization by fifty years!"

"He gave hope to terminal patients! He made the energy crisis a thing of the past!"

Academician Chen Shuyin grew more excited as she spoke, her eyes red, her whole body trembling.

That was heartache, anger, and even more, the determination not to let anyone slander the person she cared about.

She pointed at the reporter who was already scared silly, and let out a deafening roar:

"And what about you?"

"Besides sucking blood, robbing, and barking from the moral high ground, what else can you do?!"

"In this world, anyone can question him, but you group of bandits have no right to!"

"Whoever dares to curse him again..."

Academician Chen Shuyin took a deep breath, and on that beautiful face appeared a kind of madness and dominance belonging to a scientific fanatic, one that had never been seen before:

"I will add their name to the lifetime blacklist of Chenxing Technology!"

"From now on, let alone Photonic Chips, even a single screw, you won't be able to buy from us!"

"I mean what I say!"