Chapter 139 Air Conditioners Can Be Made Like This? The Horror of Whole-House Intelligence

"Snap."

The plastic lid snapped shut with a crisp sound.

A green plastic lighter spun twice between Lu Jingming's fingers.

He shoved it back into the pocket of his faded jeans.

The flame was instantly snuffed out.

Lu Jingming leaned back against the leather executive chair, legs crossed.

He stared at Chu Xuan, who was still holding a tablet.

"Post a Weibo announcement."

Lu Jingming's voice was languid, laced with unconcealed arrogance.

"Tell that Sister Dong. The one-billion bet, Xinghai accepts."

Chu Xuan swallowed dryly, his throat aching.

He gripped that crumpled tissue in his palm for dear life.

Sticky cold sweat dripped between his fingers.

"Boss Lu, are we really accepting it?"

Chu Xuan's legs were shaking.

"Our warehouse is full of nothing but chips and sensors. We haven't even touched blueprints for an air conditioner compressor!"

He slapped his thigh in desperation, "What are we going to use to cool it down? Electric fans blowing over ice cubes?"

Lu Jingming curled his lips.

Revealing half of his sharp, stark-white canine tooth.

"Who told you that you have to use a compressor to build an air conditioner?"

He didn't bother with Chu Xuan anymore.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank instantly, diving into that deep blue Intermediate Break-Defense Exchange Mall.

A holographic panel unfurled before his retinas.

Lu Jingming ignored the bulky, traditional mechanical structure blueprints.

His gaze went straight to the underlying dynamics module area.

Soon.

Two icons emitting a dark golden glow popped out.

[Maglev Brushless Motor Technology].

Below it was a line of small text: Completely eliminates physical friction resistance, low energy consumption, mechanical noise reduced to zero.

[AI Environmental Temperature Sensing Algorithm Array].

The note read: Millimeter-wave radar for biological tracking, dynamic distribution of environmental heat.

Traditional air conditioner copper tubes and heavy compressors were like steam engines from the last century in the face of this technology.

Lu Jingming issued the command in his mind.

Deducting Break-Defense Points.

"Hum—"

Two sets of blueprints and underlying code were instantly packaged.

Generated in his sea of consciousness.

Half an hour later.

The core server room.

A black-gold metal USB drive traced a parabola.

With a "snap," it landed in Xia Weiliang's arms.

It hit her ribs with a dull thud.

Xia Weiliang was curled up in a large swivel chair, barefoot.

The hem of her yellowed, dirty lab coat dragged on the floor.

Gathering a ring of dust.

She had a strawberry lollipop in her mouth.

The plastic stick bobbed up and down with her breathing.

"What kind of alien coffin lid is this now?"

Xia Weiliang rolled her eyes dramatically.

She shoved the USB drive violently into the computer case port.

File unzipping.

The screen was instantly covered in dense magnetic flux structure diagrams and algorithm code.

Xia Weiliang's mouse wheel spun rapidly.

The motion of her chewing the lollipop stopped abruptly.

Red bloodshot lines crawled into the whites of her eyes at a visible speed.

"Holy crap. Maglev?"

She bit the candy in her mouth with a loud crunch.

"This rotor doesn't even have bearings? It relies entirely on electromagnetic fields to spin?"

Xia Weiliang kicked the table leg with her toe.

"Those 'quiet compressors' that appliance factories brag about every day are just a pile of scrap metal in front of this thing!"

Lu Jingming had one hand in his pocket.

His old sneakers stepped on the anti-static floor without making a sound.

"I'm giving you one night."

He tapped his knuckles on the stainless steel tabletop, making a "tok-tok" sound.

"Write the environmental temperature sensing algorithm into the Pandora underlying system."

Lu Jingming's eyes were as cold as razor blades.

"I want it to be able to connect to the Xinghai bracelet. To recognize where the people in the room are and what their body temperature is."

Xia Weiliang spat the plastic candy stick into the trash can.

Ten grease-stained fingers slammed onto the mechanical keyboard.

Clattering loudly.

"Who are you looking down on?"

She cursed indistinctly.

"I'll have the directional airflow channel written in four hours."

Meanwhile.

Shenzhen, Foxconn Industrial Park.

Hundreds of newly assembled fully automatic robotic arms were powered on overnight.

Following the blueprints Lu Jingming sent.

The robotic arms precisely applied adhesive and welded the maglev coils.

There was none of the deafening stamping noise of traditional production lines.

Three days later.

The first Xinghai air conditioner, shaped like a slender metal box, was air-freighted directly to Donghai City.

Donghai City International Expo Center, Test Booth No. 1.

The scorching sun was overhead.

Although the air conditioning in the booth was on, the air was still stuffy with a restless smell of sweat.

Dozens of top national financial and tech media outlets had their cameras and equipment set up below the stage.

White flashes merged into a single sea of light.

In the center of the stage.

A completely transparent, sealed glass room had been erected.

Four high-power industrial bathroom heater lamps hung from the ceiling, baking the air below.

A large digital thermometer was stuck to the outside of the glass room.

The red liquid column was fixed firmly at the 35-degree mark.

Just looking at it made one feel breathless.

Front row VIP area.

Several vice presidents of the Home Appliance Alliance were sitting there.

Gree didn't send Sister Dong, but only a senior director in charge of technology.

The director was dressed in a suit and leather shoes.

He stared at the silver-gray metal box hanging on the wall of the glass room and snorted coldly.

"It doesn't even have an external heavy-duty compressor. The casing is as thin as paper."

The director leaned back, his back pressing against the chair.

"The piping is only half as thick as a standard air conditioner."

He curled his lips, his face full of mockery.

The executive next to him chimed in.

"With this cooling capacity, it couldn't even cool a five-square-meter bathroom. Internet cross-industry, it's all just PPT toys to fool ghosts."

On stage.

Chu Xuan was wearing a purple leopard-print floral shirt with the collar wide open.

His forehead was covered in oily sweat.

He wiped his face haphazardly with that crumpled tissue.

Chu Xuan swaggered into that 35-degree glass room.

The heavy glass door was shut tight.

A heatwave instantly surrounded Chu Xuan.

He grimaced from the heat, and his floral shirt stuck to his back within seconds.

There were no tables or chairs in the glass room.

There was no air conditioner remote hanging on the wall either.

The reporters below zoomed in frantically.

"No remote? Are they planning to turn it on with telepathy?"

A foreign reporter muttered while chewing gum.

Chu Xuan stood under the bathroom heater lamps.

He raised his left hand.

On his wrist was a 99-yuan black Xinghai bracelet.

"Turn on the air conditioning. Twenty-two degrees."

Chu Xuan's throat was parched, so he shouted directly at the bracelet.

"Hum—"

A deep blue light strip lit up on the silver-gray metal box on the wall.

There was no muffled "rumble" of a compressor starting up like in traditional air conditioners.

There wasn't even a slight plastic resonance sound.

It was as quiet as a dead piece of sheet metal.

But the high-frequency impeller inside the maglev brushless motor had already reached its limit speed within microseconds.

The wind came out.

The Gree director below pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

Staring fixedly at the glass room.

"Why is there no sound at all?" He turned to ask his assistant, "Did they not plug it in?"

The assistant swallowed hard.

With trembling fingers, he pointed to the large screen beside the stage.

That was the infrared thermal map synchronized with the glass room.

"Di-Director." The assistant's voice trembled, "It's cooling down."

On the thermal map.

A deep blue stream of cold air surged out from the metal box.

It didn't stupidly blow randomly at the whole room like a traditional air conditioner.

Nor did it blow directly at Chu Xuan's head.

Millimeter-wave radar coordinated with bracelet positioning.

That cold wind seemed to have eyes.

It wrapped evenly around Chu Xuan from his soles and the surrounding air.

Chu Xuan felt comfortable.

He deliberately walked to the left corner of the glass room.

The cold airflow on the thermal map instantly followed him to the left.

The air on the right remained warm, not wasting a single bit of cold air.

"What the hell! This wind can recognize people?"

An appliance executive stood up abruptly.

His knee hit the chair armrest with a dull thud.

His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and red bloodshot lines exploded instantly.

Lu Jingming leaned in the shadows at the edge of the stage.

He had his right hand in his pocket, pulling out that plastic lighter.

His thumb pressed on the grinding wheel.

"Click."

A deep blue flame flared up, reflecting off half of his sharp canine tooth.

"Blowing cold air blindly is something idiots from the old era did."

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

He curled his lips.

"Xinghai air conditioner connects the bracelet's temperature sensing data and the millimeter-wave radar."

His voice carried through the lapel mic to the entire venue.

"If there's someone in the room, it blows. When they leave, it stops. If body temperature is high, it automatically cools down."

The media reporters below typed frantically on their keyboards.

The sound of shutters rained down like hail.

The red column of the thermometer outside the glass room.

Dropped straight down at a visible speed.

Without any buffering.

Three minutes.

Just three minutes.

The reading on the thermometer was fixed firmly at 22 degrees from 35 degrees.

The cooling speed was twice as fast as the top-tier flagship air conditioners on the market.

The Gree technical director felt a chill running down the back of his neck.

The back of his high-end shirt was soaked through with cold sweat, icy cold.

"This doesn't conform to the laws of thermodynamics! With cooling speed this fast, energy consumption must be off the charts!"

The director yanked his tie loose, his voice completely cracking.

"Check the electricity meter! Look at their actual measured energy consumption!"

The director heard this.

Immediately cut the camera to the independent power monitor connected to the glass room.

On the big screen.

Red liquid crystal numbers lit up.

Everyone stretched their necks, staring fixedly at the last digit representing power consumption.

The frequency of the flickering was suffocatingly slow.

The maglev brushless motor completely eliminated energy loss from mechanical friction.

Coupled with the AI algorithm only precisely sending air around the human body.

Not wasting a single bit of cold air to blow into empty corners.

Efficiency was pushed to the limit allowed by physics.

The numbers on the electricity meter suddenly stopped, no longer jumping wildly.

The Home Appliance Alliance executives who were waiting to see a joke had their mouths agape.

Their dentures almost fell out of their mouths.

The surrounding area was deathly silent, you couldn't even hear breathing.

The Gree technical director's legs went weak, and he slumped back against the chair.

He gasped for cold air, his back teeth aching.

"This f*cking... energy consumption is only one-third of a traditional air conditioner?"