Chapter 162 Musk's arrogance: Tweeting Starsea as a toy for those who don't understand cars.

"Lu Jingming! You bastard!"

Chu Xuan slumped on the cold floor, his hands clutching his collar tightly.

"This is our company's last ten million in marketing funds!"

With a crisp "click."

The button on his purple shirt with leopard print was ripped right off.

The plastic button bounced off the black monitor and landed back at his feet.

Looking at the "404" error codes covering the screen, he felt like banging his head against the wall in desperation.

"So noisy, shut your crow's mouth."

Xia Weiliang kicked aside the steaming computer case next to her.

She spat with a "ptui."

She spat the crushed strawberry-flavored candy and the plastic stick into the trash can.

With her bare feet, stained with a bit of black dust, she gave the chassis a hard shove.

The wheels under her gaming chair sparked, and she slid toward the main console in a flash.

She placed her hands on the keyboard, her ten fingers instantly dancing into a blur.

The mechanical keyboard clattered incessantly, sounding like hail falling.

"A bunch of hillbillies who haven't seen the world, and you want to crash the firewall I built?"

Ghost-green code scrolled wildly across the screen.

Reflecting on Xia Weiliang's wild and uninhibited face.

In just five minutes.

She slammed her hand down on the Enter key.

"Done, channel restarted."

The screen, which had frozen black, flickered twice and instantly returned to the normal reservation interface.

Chu Xuan scrambled to the edge of the table.

Staring at the traffic line graph that had just recovered.

The moment the reservation channel reopened.

The backend order count was like a skyrocket with its fuse lit.

Ten thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand!

The numbers skyrocketed at a terrifying speed of over ten thousand per second, right before Chu Xuan's bloodshot eyes.

He kept his mouth open, unable to even catch his breath.

At the same time.

On the other side of the ocean, in California, USA.

The morning light was just appearing, and a thin mist hung over Silicon Valley.

The top floor of the Tesla headquarters building.

Musk sat in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, holding a steaming cup of espresso.

On the large solid wood desk sat the latest tablet computer.

The screen was looping the recording of the xinghai su1 launch event.

The progress bar was stuck exactly on the frame where Lu Jingming stood on the car roof, snapping his fingers.

"Mr. Musk."

A blonde, blue-eyed white assistant pushed the door open, holding an urgent data report.

"The people on Wall Street have gone crazy; they've been calling in the middle of the night."

The assistant swallowed dryly, his eyes filled with undisguised terror.

"This Dragon Country brand called Xinghai has broken two hundred thousand locked orders in just fifteen minutes."

Musk snorted coldly.

He slammed his coffee cup down on the table.

Brown liquid splashed out, smearing the edge of the report.

"This kind of grandstanding trick can only fool those idiots who don't understand cars."

He stretched out his thick, hairy arm.

And shoved the expensive tablet to the corner of the desk like trash.

"Physics has a bottom line."

Musk leaned back into his chair, fingers interlaced under his double chin.

"The so-called space folding and trackless magnetic levitation are completely ridiculous and defy common sense."

He had simulated the chassis architecture countless times in the laboratory.

Naturally, he didn't believe anyone could break this ironclad rule.

"On the flat wooden floor of the showroom, of course, it can levitate."

A look of undisguised contempt curled the corners of Musk's mouth.

"But as soon as it drives on a bumpy, terrible road, or in extreme cold weather of minus thirty degrees."

He tapped the table firmly, making a dull sound.

"Those delicate and precise microwave power modules will instantly catch fire and burn out due to overload."

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

"You mean this car can't handle real road conditions at all?"

"Of course. Building cars is not a street magic trick."

Musk's eyes were gloomy, like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.

He methodically arranged his strangulation plan.

"Call back the representatives of Goldman Sachs and JPMorgan Chase."

"Tell them to go all-out shorting Xinghai Technology's overseas parts suppliers."

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and lit up the screen.

"As long as we cut off their chassis parts and battery supply."

"These two hundred thousand fake orders will become the death warrant that crushes that young man."

After giving instructions, Musk skillfully opened his social media platform.

His thick fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

Without going through any PR department approval, he clicked send directly.

These were a few arrogant, high-and-mighty comments.

"Cars are not toys built with dangerous magic."

"xinghai su1 lacks reverence for the century-old automotive industry."

"Flashy interiors cannot hide the fact that its chassis and batteries are vulnerable."

The moment the tweet was sent.

Overseas social media completely exploded, and countless capital-backed trolls began to repost crazily.

Meanwhile, back in the country, it was already late at night.

At Xinghai Technology headquarters, in the CEO's office.

A strong smell of fermented pickled cabbage was wafting through the air.

Lu Jingming sat with his legs crossed, leaning back in the large boss chair.

His faded black T-shirt still had some dust from the venue on it.

He was holding a cup of freshly prepared pickled cabbage beef instant noodles.

Using a plastic fork, he lifted a clump of curly noodles.

"Slurp—"

The noodles, coated in sour and spicy soup, were slurped into his mouth, and he ate with relish.

"Bang!"

The solid wood office door was slammed open.

Chu Xuan, clutching a tablet, rushed in as if his butt were on fire.

"President Lu! Stop eating instant noodles! The sky is falling!"

Chu Xuan slapped the tablet onto the desk.

Shaking the cup of instant noodles so hard it almost spilled.

The oily sweat on his forehead streamed down his cheeks, soaking his tissue.

"Musk is calling us out by name on Twitter!"

Lu Jingming raised an eyebrow.

He didn't rush to look at the screen, but instead swallowed the noodles in his mouth first.

He leisurely pulled out two tissues and wiped the red oil from the corner of his mouth.

Only then did he crane his neck to glance at the English screenshot on the screen.

"Lacks reverence? Vulnerable?"

Lu Jingming curled his lips.

Revealing half of his white canine tooth.

He picked up the instant noodle cup, tilted his head back, and chugged the last of the sour and spicy soup into his stomach.

Just as he tossed the empty paper cup into the trash can by his feet.

Deep in his mind, a cold, mechanical synthesized voice sounded without warning.

[Ding! External high-dimensional commercial provocation detected.]

[System has triggered a critical face-slapping mission: Crush the Arrogance.]

[Mission Goal: Completely kick Tesla off the altar of new energy and shatter its fuel and lithium battery ecosystem.]

[Mission Reward: One unlocked blueprint for next-generation energy.]

[Do you accept?]

The casual look in Lu Jingming's eyes gradually faded.

Replacing it was a kind of arrogance that dared to trample even physical common sense underfoot.

He pulled the green plastic lighter out of his pocket.

And twirled it casually in his hand.

The reason Tesla dares to be so arrogant is just because of those ternary lithium battery patent barriers.

"P-President Lu, the whole foreign internet is bandwagoning to bash our battery capacity."

Chu Xuan rubbed his hands anxiously, looking at him eagerly.

"Although our car's interior is invincible, the battery is still the common goods on the market. This is a fatal flaw."

Lu Jingming didn't pick up on his point.

He just decisively thought in his mind: "Accept."

Then, he stood up and pressed his thumb onto the lighter's metal grinding wheel.

"Click."

A ghost-blue flame sprang up, illuminating the cold, emotionless sneer in his eyes.

"Since Musk thinks our battery isn't good enough."

Lu Jingming closed the metal lid and tossed the lighter onto the desk.

"Go call Weiliang. Tonight, I'll take you all to sound the death knell for all the fuel-powered cars in the world."