Chapter 161: Two Hundred Thousand Yuan for a Million-Yuan Experience, Official Website Servers Overwhelmed in One Second

The cold wind whistled through the venue.

Lu Jingming casually tucked the green plastic lighter back into his pocket.

"For the past few years, you've dared to sell cars for half a million just by adding a fridge and a color TV."

He looked down condescendingly at the group of suit-clad automotive executives in the front row.

"Throw in some leather sofas and stick on an LCD screen, and you dare to label it as million-level luxury."

Lu Jingming curled one side of his mouth, revealing a sharp, stark white canine tooth.

"Taking a pile of assembled junk to fleece the masses—did you really think you were the main course?"

He stood on the silver-gray roof of the xinghai su1, as if standing on the coffin lid of traditional car manufacturers.

"Today, Xinghai will teach you what it means to build a car."

Lu Jingming snapped his fingers sharply, and the spotlights overhead instantly went out.

The massive, hundreds-of-square-meter giant LED holographic screen behind him suddenly went black.

Immediately after, a dazzling blood-red beam of light split open from the center of the screen.

Several lines of huge numbers, accompanied by the roaring sound effects of metal colliding, slammed heavily onto the screen.

xinghai su1 Standard Edition.

Standard equipment across all models: magnetic levitation chassis, microwave power supply module.

Price: 209,900 Yuan!

The venue, holding eight thousand people.

For three full seconds, there was a deathly silence.

No one breathed; you could even hear the sound of a needle dropping on the wool carpet.

Then, the roar erupted like an exploding gunpowder keg, seemingly blowing the steel roof off the venue.

"Holy crap! Two hundred thousand? Am I blind?"

"Buying an alien spaceship for two hundred thousand? Is this f*cking charity?"

In the audience, a digital blogger wearing black-rimmed glasses knelt right on his chair.

He held up his phone gimbal and roared frantically at the camera.

"Brothers! This isn't buying a car! This is robbing alien technology!"

"Two hundred thousand? You can't even get a premium leather option package from the competitors for that price!"

Screams, whistles, and the thundering sound of frantic stomping twisted into a hurricane.

It was so loud that the car body beneath Lu Jingming's feet began to vibrate slightly.

In the first row, the VIP section.

The Toyota Vice President stared fixedly at the "20.99" on the big screen.

A strange "clucking" sound came from his throat, like an old duck with its windpipe cut.

He couldn't catch his breath, and his eyes rolled back.

He fell backward stiffly, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

"Quick! Medical team! The Vice President is having a seizure!"

Several foreign company executives were in chaos, scrambling to call for help.

Two security guards rushed over, carrying a stretcher in a panic.

They hoisted him up like a dead pig and ran wildly toward the exit.

In the third row.

Li, the CEO of Li Auto, slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused.

The bloody gash on the back of his hand from the plastic was still oozing blood.

Mixed with sticky black ink, it dripped onto his expensive trousers, but he was completely unaware.

"Li, President Li..."

Old Wang took off his black-rimmed glasses, his hands shaking as if he had Parkinson's.

"At this price... even if we built the car entirely out of plastic, we wouldn't even be able to afford the tires."

President Li slowly turned his head, staring intensely at Old Wang.

Suddenly, he seemed to go insane.

He grabbed the punctured hardcover notebook with both hands.

He tore it with force, a loud "rip" sound, and paper scraps flew everywhere.

"Copy? I'll copy his grandfather!"

President Li gritted his back teeth, his eye sockets so red they were practically bleeding.

"Magnetic levitation across the board for 200,000? Is he flipping the table?"

He slammed the torn paper onto the ground and roared in despair.

"He's not just flipping the table; he's chopping it into firewood and punching a hole through the bottom of the pot!"

On the internet, the livestream with tens of millions of viewers completely crashed.

The barrage of comments was so dense that it covered the entire screen like a snowstorm.

The video lagged, creating ghosting effects, with only exclamation marks flying across the screen.

"God Lu has put the price-slaughtering knife right against the competitors' throats!"

"A knife? This is clearly a heavy machine gun spraying fire!"

Inside the Xinghai Technology backstage broadcast room.

The AC was set to 16 degrees, but Chu Xuan was still sweating profusely.

He clutched the tissue he'd crumpled into a ball, frantically wiping his forehead.

The short-sleeved shirt with a purple leopard print was already soaked with sweat, sticking to his flab.

"Wei, Weiliang! Look at the backend data!"

Chu Xuan pointed at the large, flickering screens in front of him, his voice cracking.

"The official website traffic pool is about to burst!"

"The firewall temperature is sounding an alarm; are these netizens insane?"

Beside him, Xia Weiliang stood barefoot on the edge of her gaming chair.

She had a strawberry-flavored lollipop in her mouth, the plastic stick poking into the air.

Her originally nonchalant expression had now frozen.

She typed rapidly on her mechanical keyboard, with cascades of code scrolling frantically on the screen.

"Country bumpkin, what are you yelling about?"

Xia Weiliang rolled her eyes, but her typing speed was so fast it created afterimages.

"I set up a cluster of ten blade servers; it can handle it."

She crunched the candy loudly, "Just a bunch of netizens who haven't seen the world."

"Handle it my ass!"

Chu Xuan grabbed the leopard-print collar, nearly ripping the buttons off.

The red curve on the screen was shooting straight up at a ninety-degree angle.

"Five million IPs! Eight million! It's broken ten million!"

Chu Xuan was so anxious he was jumping up and down, making the floor thump loudly.

"Are these people bringing their whole family's ID cards to grab a spot?"

He grabbed the broadcast microphone from the table.

He pressed the talk button and screamed at the top of his lungs to the front stage.

"President Lu! Hold back! Do not open the channel now!"

"The traffic is too intense; the server pool is about to burst!"

Under the front stage spotlights.

Lu Jingming stood on the silver-gray roof, Chu Xuan's pig-like squealing coming through his earpiece.

He reached up to pick his ear, curling his lip in disgust.

His washed-out black T-shirt billowed in the cold wind.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Lu Jingming spoke into the microphone, his voice lazy, revealing an arrogant certainty.

"Today, I want the whole world to see."

"What Xinghai speed is."

He looked down at the crowd below, who were falling into a frenzy.

He slowly raised his right hand.

His thumb and middle finger pressed together.

"Snap."

A crisp snap, transmitted through the microphone, echoed throughout the venue.

Lu Jingming grinned: "xinghai su1, the nationwide pre-order channel is now open."

As soon as he finished speaking.

In the broadcast room, the ten screens in front of Xia Weiliang suddenly flashed with a blinding white light.

With a dull "boom."

A plume of charred black smoke puffed directly out of the mainframe case.

Xia Weiliang was so startled she took two steps back, the lollipop in her mouth falling to the floor.

"Holy crap! Thirty million real IPs flooding in at once?"

On the massive holographic screen in the center of the venue.

The originally cool pre-order interface suddenly froze.

The progress bar was stuck at 99%, as if welded shut.

Then, the screen went completely black.

Only a huge, pale error code remained.

"404 Not Found".

Physical server crash.

Even the backup network signals in the venue were smashed to pieces by the massive data flow.

The whole venue was silent, everyone staring blankly at the black screen.

Lu Jingming stood on the car roof, raising his eyebrows in slight surprise.

A harsh electromagnetic interference sound came through his earpiece.

Following that was Chu Xuan's heartbreaking scream, sounding worse than crying.

"President Lu... it's over, the internet port at our company just started spitting sparks!"