Chapter 11: A groundbreaking, brutal teardown review – a hardcore rebuttal.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, the No. 1 abandoned workshop of Xinghai Electronics Factory.

Several high-wattage incandescent lamps hung overhead, illuminating the rusty iron table in the center with a stark, bright light.

Chu Xuan huddled in the corner of the table, clutching his laptop tightly, his eyes wide as saucers.

The number of online viewers on the screen was jumping frantically, surpassing the million mark in just a few minutes.

"President Lu, the two livestreams on Penguin and Sina have completely exploded!"

Chu Xuan swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"The entire screen is filled with people cursing us, the moderators can't ban them fast enough!"

On the computer screen, the barrage of comments swept by like a blizzard, layer upon layer.

"Black-hearted manufacturer Lu Jingming, get out here and kowtow to apologize!"

"You unscrupulous merchant selling exploding phones, you must give us an explanation today, or we'll smash your crappy factory!"

"Don't you fear ghosts knocking at your door at midnight for making such dirty money!"

These internet trolls, hired by Liu Jin at great expense, were mixed in among the angry bystanders, desperately trying to stir up trouble.

Lu Jingming pulled over an iron chair and sat down with an imposing air.

He wasn't wearing a suit today, but had instead donned a gray canvas work jacket with the sleeves rolled up high.

"Dazhuang, bring the tools over." Lu Jingming tapped on the iron table.

"You got it!" Niu Dazhuang chuckled.

The burly man walked over carrying a massive toolbox and slammed it onto the table with a loud clang.

He flipped the lid open.

Inside lay pliers, an extended crowbar, a flathead screwdriver, and even a chainsaw that smelled of gasoline.

As soon as this scene appeared on camera, the seething barrage in the livestream paused momentarily.

"Brothers, good afternoon."

Lu Jingming waved at the camera, picked up a pair of oversized plastic safety goggles, and deftly strapped them onto his face.

"Some people online say our phones leak electricity, have excessive radiation, and are filled with ticking time bombs."

He casually picked up a screwdriver from the box and spun it on his fingertip.

"I'm not very good with words; I can't cry and play the victim at a press conference like President Liu next door."

"Today, we're not going to argue; we're going to do something real."

Lu Jingming leaned forward, flashing a bright smile at the camera.

"I'm debuting a new show called: Violent Teardown."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled a brand-new, shrink-wrapped box from under the table and pushed it directly to the front of the camera.

"This is the hottest-selling item on the market, the latest color-screen phone from Jinshi Mobile."

"It claims to be made of original imported parts and costs fifteen hundred yuan."

Lu Jingming picked up the silver flip phone, not bothering to follow standard procedures to find the screws.

He grabbed the flathead screwdriver, jammed it into the gap along the edge of the phone, and pried it open with a sharp twist of his wrist.

With a crisp crack, the plastic back cover split in two under the violent force and flew off.

The millions of eyes in the livestream were instantly stunned by what they saw.

The camera zoomed in.

On the "original" motherboard that Liu Jin had bragged about so miraculously, there were seven or eight jumper wires tangled across it.

It was chaotic, looking like several dead spiders sprawled on top.

The battery wasn't fixed with screws, but with two pieces of yellowing double-sided tape.

Along the edge of the speaker, there was even a wad of low-quality, black-hearted foam stuffed in for shock absorption.

"Everyone, take a good look; this is the high-end craftsmanship of our competitor."

Lu Jingming used needle-nose pliers to pick up the dust-covered double-sided tape and shook it in front of the camera.

"For fifteen hundred yuan, you bought two strips of tape and a wad of garbage cotton."

After a three-second pause, the barrage exploded like never before.

"Holy crap! Those jumper wires are soldered more crudely than the insoles my grandma patches!"

"Black-hearted cotton? Isn't that the stuff stuffed into old sofas?"

"What the hell! I just bought one for my dad yesterday; this thing looks more like a ticking time bomb!"

The angry sentiment instantly turned against them.

The trolls didn't even have time to change their scripts before they were completely drowned out by the angry curses of real netizens.

Lu Jingming didn't give them a chance to catch their breath.

He swept the remains of the Jinshi Mobile phone onto the floor and picked up a jet-black xinghai generation 1.

"Next, let's look at our nine-hundred-and-ninety-eight yuan 'black-hearted' product."

He switched to a Phillips screwdriver and quickly removed the titanium steel screws at the four corners.

The thick polycarbonate back cover was lifted off smoothly.

There was no harsh cracking sound, no flying glue residue.

What was presented to the millions of viewers was an internal structure as orderly as if it had been cut with a knife.

Lu Jingming held up the motherboard and turned it around under the overhead incandescent light.

"Double-layer roll cage design, motherboard fully encapsulated in epoxy resin."

"Don't talk to me about electrical leaks."

He picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table and poured it directly onto the exposed motherboard.

"Even if you soak it in water, it will absolutely not short-circuit."

Immediately after, he used the screwdriver to press down on the massive battery.

"Laminated die-cast high-capacity battery, perfectly fitted."

"Even if you wanted to stuff black-hearted cotton in there, you wouldn't find a single extra gap."

The visual contrast was stark.

On the floor to the left was a pile of industrial trash held together by tape.

On the table to the right was a piece of technological art as orderly and sturdy as a miniature armored vehicle.

This kind of direct, dimensionality-crushing blow was more effective than any long-winded PR statement.

The livestream completely exploded; the entire screen was filled with flashy gift effects.

"With a roll cage this thick, you're telling me this is a black-hearted factory?"

"Apologies to the whole web! President Lu, I'm sorry, I was too loud just now!"

"Where are those trolls stirring up trouble? Come out and show yourselves!"

"A factory that uses double-sided tape to stick batteries doesn't have excessive radiation, but one that uses full encapsulation explodes? Are you treating us like idiots?"

The underground PR team that Liu Jin had hired with heavy money became completely mute in the face of ironclad facts.

In Lu Jingming's mind, the system notification chimes rang out like a cheerful symphony.

[Ding! Liu Jin's trolls have been logically crushed, mental defense value + 5000!]

[Ding! Digital community netizens' perceptions overturned, group mental defense value skyrocketed by 100,000!]

Lu Jingming ripped off his safety goggles and, looking at the constantly scrolling barrage, a cold smirk curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Who is making products with heart, and who is treating everyone like leeks to be harvested."

"You all should have a scale in your hearts."

He stood up and brushed the dust off his hands.

"Today's teardown livestream ends here."

"Isn't President Liu's rumor-debunking press conference next door still going on? Everyone can head over there and ask him which wholesale market he bought this yellow tape from."

The livestream feed cut off instantly, and the screen went black.

Chu Xuan jumped three feet high in excitement, spinning in circles while clutching his laptop.

"President Lu! That was amazing! This move was too vicious!"

He looked at the data on the forum, his face flushed red.

"The wind has completely changed on Jifeng Forum; our Xinghai reputation has been elevated to god-tier!"

Niu Dazhuang rubbed his hands in delight, grinning widely.

"Young Master, that guy surnamed Liu should be crying for his mommy by now, right?"

Chu Xuan's fingers flew across the keyboard, then he suddenly looked up, his eyes full of excitement.

"More than just crying for his mommy!"

"Liu Jin's livestream has been overrun by our army of people demanding returns!"

"Hundreds of thousands of netizens are flooding the official Jinshi Mobile website, calling them a double-sided tape factory and demanding an immediate, unconditional full refund!"

Lu Jingming took off his gray work jacket and tossed it onto the back of the chair.

"Alright, never mind Liu Jin."

"He's probably already lying on the stretcher I prepared for him by now."

Lu Jingming turned his head to look at the two men, who were beaming with joy.

"The storm online has been resolved; we have money in our accounts and a good reputation."

"Next, it's time to carefully plan for acquiring land to build a new factory area."

Just as he was speaking, the closed rolling door of the first-floor workshop was suddenly pounded on from the outside with a "bang, bang."

The force was so great that dust fell from the iron door.

A cold, oppressive female voice pierced through the metal and slammed inside.

"Lu Jingming! Open the door for me right now!"

Niu Dazhuang shuddered, almost dropping the pipe wrench in his hand onto his foot.

He swallowed hard and looked at Lu Jingming with a bitter expression.

"Yo-Young Master, judging by the voice..."

"Why does it sound like that great-aunt from the Shen family who went abroad to study has come back to kill?"