Chapter 20: A competitor's press conference turned into an assassination attempt? I'll just interact with the comments section.

Two o'clock in the afternoon, at the most luxurious Shangri-La Hotel in Donghai City.

The product launch for Bolang Mobile started right on time, with agents and digital media from all over the country filling the seats.

Fatty Xu was wearing a high-end tailored suit, his hair slicked back so tightly that a fly would slip if it landed on it.

He held a silver flip phone in his hand, looking triumphant under the dazzling spotlight.

"Everyone, this is a true work of art in mobile phones, the Wave V8!"

Fatty Xu raised the device in his hand and shouted towards the camera.

"We at Wave are a big factory, we do honest business, unlike some shady workshops that are about to go bankrupt."

He paused deliberately, a mocking sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"They cobble together a solid block of iron, seal it with glue, and have the nerve to come out and scam the common people."

"That kind of industrial trash that doesn't even have a color screen—what can you do with it other than using it to prop up a wobbly table?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and several agents shouted at the top of their lungs that President Xu was right.

In the Penguin Video livestream room, the paid trolls hired by Wave began to spam the chat, filling the screen with comments that praised their own product while stepping on others.

At the same time, in the first-floor office of Xinghai Electronics Factory.

Chu Xuan stared at the livestream on the computer screen, slapping the table in anger.

"This damn fatty is too shameless! He's stepping on our xinghai generation 1 to climb up; he's not afraid of biting his tongue!"

Niu Dazhuang clenched his thick fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Young Master, can we just swallow this? I'll take a few brothers to the Shangri-La right now and pull his internet cable!"

Lu Jingming sat in the boss's chair, calmly taking a sip of iced green tea from his cup.

"Pulling the internet cable lacks sophistication, Uncle Dazhuang. In a society ruled by law, we must reason with them."

He pulled the keyboard over, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the keys.

"Chu Xuan, is the Penguin livestream account topped up?"

"It's topped up, President Lu! One hundred thousand yuan worth of fish tokens are sitting in the account!" Chu Xuan nodded quickly.

Lu Jingming chuckled and clicked the mouse with his index finger.

"Alright, gift him ten Super Rockets, consider it a wedding gift."

With a click of the mouse, ten dazzling rocket special effects suddenly burst into the Bolang Mobile livestream room.

The huge donation banner completely blocked Fatty Xu's face.

All the trolls' comments were forcibly cleared by this sudden, extravagant donation.

Immediately after, a dazzling ID with a gold V verification entered the livestream room brazenly.

That ID clearly read: Xinghai Technology - Lu Jingming.

At the launch event.

Fatty Xu had just finished bragging about the chassis material and was preparing to introduce the key features.

"Everyone, look at the metal backplate of this V8. It's unibody, and holding it in your hand gives you a full sense of business class..."

Before he could finish, a line of bold red comments drifted across the secondary screen used to interact with netizens behind him.

"It's wrapped in metal from top to bottom, without leaving a single injection molding breakpoint. Where is the antenna clearance area?"

"As soon as you hold the bottom half of the body with your left hand, the signal goes to zero immediately."

"This is called a 'Death Grip.' Does President Xu plan to give every user an external signal amplifier?"

This comment was not only large in font size but also had the exclusive flashy special effects of a tycoon, pinned firmly in the center of the screen.

The millions of netizens in the livestream were stunned for a moment, and when they saw the ID, the whole place exploded.

"Holy crap! Xinghai Factory Manager Lu Jingming! It's the real one!"

"Official real-name gatecrashing? This guy is here to wreck the place!"

"Can the knowledgeable folks come out and say if the 'Death Grip' is real or fake?"

Hardcore players in the digital circle immediately came out to popularize the knowledge, confirming that all-metal indeed blocks antenna signals.

The wind direction turned instantly, and the trolls couldn't even get a word in.

Fatty Xu, with his back to the big screen, didn't notice the anomaly online at all.

He still thought the netizens were praising him, his face folded into a ball of smiles.

"Everyone can be absolutely assured about the signal. We are using the latest processor from MediaTek."

Fatty Xu patted his chest to guarantee it.

"Playing games, watching videos, it's absolutely silky smooth!"

Lu Jingming leaned back in his office chair, his fingers tapping on the keyboard so fast they left afterimages.

A second red comment emerged, dominating the screen again.

"Forcing an overclock on an old processor, and you're too stingy to even add half a sheet of graphite thermal pad."

"The casing is also metal, which conducts heat quickly. After running for half an hour, the temperature can spike to fifty degrees, enough to cook an egg."

"President Xu is truly considerate. Knowing winter is coming, he's custom-made a portable hand warmer for everyone."

Once these two comments came out, the entertainment value of the livestream hit the ceiling.

"What the hell, a hand warmer! Did President Lu borrow the mouth of an ace troll?"

"No wonder Bolang's old phones got hot after playing for a long time; it turns out they don't even include a thermal pad!"

"This fatty is still bragging on stage, and his underwear has been completely stripped bare by God Lu!"

Several media reporters in the front row had long been enjoying the show with their laptops.

They exchanged glances, and camera flashes fired rapidly at Fatty Xu.

The agents below also sensed that something was wrong and took out their phones one after another to watch the livestream.

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became strange, and the original cheers turned into whispered discussions.

Fatty Xu finally noticed that something was wrong.

He turned his head and, following the gaze of the agents, looked at the huge secondary screen behind him.

There were no expected flowers or applause on it.

The whole screen was filled with "Death Grip" and "Overpriced Hand Warmer."

And at the very top of the comments, that ID, Xinghai Technology - Lu Jingming, was like an inescapable King of Hell.

The color drained from Fatty Xu's face instantly.

He widened his triangular eyes, staring fixedly at those lines of technical analysis, his mouth open but unable to utter a single word.

How did Lu Jingming see these internal hardware flaws through the screen?

This was the most confidential of Bolang secrets!

"President Xu, could you explain this overheating problem?"

A reporter in the audience who feared no chaos stood up and shouted, holding a voice recorder.

"Does buying your phone come with burn ointment?"

Fatty Xu's fat face turned blue and then white, and cold sweat streamed down his cheeks.

He felt as if his chest was stuffed with a ball of torn cotton, unable to catch his breath like a bellows.

Everything went black before his eyes, and he suddenly dropped the microphone in his hand, clutching his chest tightly with both hands.

"President Xu! President Xu, what's wrong with you!"

Accompanied by the exclamations of the surrounding assistants, Fatty Xu's legs went soft, and he collapsed straight onto the stage like a mountain of meat.

The venue turned into a mess, the live broadcast was hastily cut by the director, and it turned into a black screen.

Inside the Xinghai office.

Lu Jingming let go of the mouse, stood up, and stretched lazily.

The system notification sound in his mind was ringing frantically, like a floodgate opening.

The breakdown value hit a new peak instantly with Fatty Xu's collapse.

"President Lu, that was amazing! Fatty Xu was sent straight to the emergency room by your few comments!"

Chu Xuan was so excited that his face was flushed red, and he slapped the table loudly.

Old Li, however, pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, his brows locked in a frown.

"Young Master, although we crashed his event, what are we going to sell our xinghai gen 2 with?"

"Even if that prototype doesn't lag after flashing the new system, the appearance is still a plastic lump; can we really beat these competitors?"

Lu Jingming walked to the window, looking at the sunset outside, a fanatical smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Who told you that our new phone is going to use a plastic shell?"

He turned his head and looked at the two stunned people.

"Go notify Shen Qingqiu to prepare a deposit of fifty million, and come with me to Shenzhen tomorrow morning. I'm going to give those competitors an ancestor of all-glass bodies!"