Chapter 122 Taking advantage of someone's misfortune, President Lu personally tweets a sarcastic remark.

The overseas livestream screen instantly went black.

Only a white spinning buffer icon remained.

But before the signal was cut, that acrid black smoke had already been transmitted through tens of millions of screens.

It was seared firmly onto the retinas of the viewers.

The crisp sound of the glass back panel shattering still echoed in the headphones.

In the Wall Street trading hall, hundreds of coffee cups shattered on the floor simultaneously.

The roar almost blew the glass dome off.

"Hahaha! It exploded! It really f*cking exploded!"

Donghai City, Xinghai Technology top-floor office.

Chu Xuan slapped the leather sofa, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten his back.

Today, he was wearing a flashy shirt with a pink background and green leaves.

He clutched a crumpled-up tissue in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

"CEO Lu! Did you see that? The demonstrator's hand got blistered from the heat!"

Chu Xuan wiped the oily sweat from his forehead, panting heavily.

"Cook's old face turned as green as three-day-old leftovers!"

Lu Jingming sat in the boss's chair.

With his legs crossed, he rested them casually on the edge of the dark desk.

He was still wearing that faded black T-shirt, looking at the big screen on the wall.

On the big screen was a clip of Cook frantically shouting to cut the internet connection.

"Forcibly bypassing the fast-charging protocol and pushing dozens of watts of power."

Lu Jingming curled his lips, revealing one of his sharp white canines.

"Without the underlying scheduling of Pandora, that thing is just a miniature induction cooker."

Accompanied by a crisp "clack-clack" sound.

Shen Qingqiu pushed open the solid wood door and walked in.

The collar of her white shirt was buttoned tight, without a single wrinkle.

The gaze behind her gold-rimmed glasses exuded the coldness unique to a Wall Street Valkyrie.

"NASDAQ has opened."

Shen Qingqiu slapped a financial briefing onto the desk.

"Apple's stock price opened 15% lower. Within ten minutes, the first round of circuit breakers was triggered."

She pushed up her glasses, her slender fingers pointing at the glaring red decline curve.

"Those vampires on Wall Street are panic selling. They didn't even put up cover orders to retreat."

Shen Qingqiu's voice was cold. "Cook's trouble now is even bigger than the battery explosion."

Lu Jingming didn't look at the report.

He pulled a green plastic lighter out of his pants pocket.

He pressed his thumb against the metal flint wheel.

"Click."

A deep blue flame shot up, dancing in the cold air from the air conditioner.

"Capital only looks at numbers."

Lu Jingming stared at the flame. "Cook can't even manage a semi-finished product; naturally, capital will make him bleed."

He casually extinguished the flame.

His gaze swept toward Xia Weiliang, who was huddled in the corner.

Xia Weiliang was barefoot, squatting on an esports chair.

Her toes were gripping the edge of the leather cushion tightly.

The collar of her dirty white lab coat was stained with a few dried oil spots.

She was biting on half of an unfinished instant noodle ham sausage.

Her cheeks were puffed out, chewing energetically.

"Weiliang."

Lu Jingming tapped his knuckles on the desk. "Use a VPN. Go to Twitter and register an account."

Xia Weiliang swallowed the sausage and shook her messy bird's nest hair twice.

"Why register that thing? Our battleground isn't on the overseas network."

"To beat a dog in the water, you have to do it in their own yard for it to be loud."

Lu Jingming let out a mocking laugh.

"Name it 'Xinghai Technology Official.' Give it a gold V verification."

Xia Weiliang rolled her eyes.

But she kicked off, and her swivel chair slid toward the keyboard.

Her ten fingers clattered away on the mechanical keyboard.

Bypassing the American cybersecurity bureau's firewall to grant herself an official verification checkmark.

For the god of hackers, it didn't even take a minute.

"Done. What next?"

Xia Weiliang kicked the computer tower with her toe.

Lu Jingming stood up and walked to her screen.

"Find that GIF. The one of the Apple magnetic charger Chu Xuan bought in Huaqiangbei yesterday."

He braced his hands on the desk. "Didn't we fry a raw egg on it? Upload that."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xuan's legs trembled.

"CEO Lu, you're really pushing Cook to the brink of death!"

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and uploaded the GIF to the computer.

"When I tested the device yesterday, the plate's temperature spiked to over sixty degrees."

Chu Xuan wiped his sweat. "I actually cracked an egg on it, and the edges were burnt in three minutes."

The GIF upload was complete.

In the image, the white disk with the Apple logo was sizzling with oil.

The egg white at the edges had been fried to a golden brown, while the yolk in the middle was half-cooked.

"What should the caption say?"

Xia Weiliang asked, her voice muffled as she bit into the plastic sausage casing.

Lu Jingming had one hand in his faded jeans pocket.

"Write a simple sentence in English."

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Just write: 'Thank you Apple for making a revolutionary contribution to the kitchens of all mankind.' Add a smiley face."

These few words were like a poisoned blade.

It directly trampled the industrial design the Americans were so proud of into the mud and ground it into dust.

Shen Qingqiu stood nearby, the corner of her eye twitching imperceptibly.

This kind of vicious, soul-crushing tactic would make even the old veterans on Wall Street feel a chill down their spines.

"Lu Jingming, once you post this picture, Apple's PR department will probably jump off a building en masse."

Shen Qingqiu said coldly.

"None of my business."

Lu Jingming tugged at the collar of his T-shirt.

"If they dare to send trolls to smear our computers, I dare to openly smash their pots."

Xia Weiliang, barefoot, hovered the mouse cursor over the "Send" button.

"Click."

She pressed the left mouse button.

This GIF with explosive lethality.

Traveled along the transnational undersea fiber optic cables and smashed directly into the trending topics pool of the overseas network.

In just one minute.

The overseas netizens, already frazzled by the explosion incident, were instantly ignited by this GIF.

The number of retweets soared crazily at a rate of over a thousand per second.

"F*ck! Xinghai Official personally took to the field to mock! This is an account with a gold V!"

"I'm dying of laughter! So that's a portable egg cooker! Apple has redefined kitchenware!"

"Where is Cook? Hurry up and come out to teach everyone how to grill steak with this thing!"

The CPU temperature of the Twitter server rose straight up.

It almost followed in the footsteps of the Apple phone and nearly crashed.

Chu Xuan stared at the skyrocketing comment data in the backend.

His Adam's Apple bobbed violently.

He wiped the fresh oily sweat from his forehead.

"CEO Lu, this traffic is too scary. The foreigners are swearing quite filthily too."

Xia Weiliang spat the plastic sausage casing into the trash can.

"After this picture is posted, Cook will probably need to be rushed to the ICU."

She scratched the edge of the swivel chair with her toes, her face full of disdain.

Lu Jingming turned around.

He pulled out that green plastic lighter again.

He pressed his thumb against the metal flint wheel and rubbed it heavily twice.

"Click."

A deep blue flame shot up, illuminating the undisguised arrogance in his eyes.

"Just posting a picture makes us Chinese look petty."

Lu Jingming stared at the flame, one of his sharp canines glinting coldly in the firelight.

"Chu Xuan, go notify the overseas customer service department."

Lu Jingming tapped his knuckles on the desk.

Chu Xuan quickly stood up straight.

"At your command!"

"Send ten boxes of our Xinghai-developed graphene cooling film to the Apple headquarters in California."

Lu Jingming casually extinguished the flame, the plastic cap making a crisp sound.

"Tell Cook, don't mention it. Shipping is cash on delivery."