Chapter 34 One-Click Device Transfer Function Leads to Mass Defection of Competitor Users

President Kang Peila sat on the leather soft chair in the VIP section.

He watched helplessly as Fatty Xu was carried onto a stretcher by several medical staff and hauled away like a dead pig.

On stage, Lu Jingming was holding a white data cable.

A casual smile, as if everything was under control, hung on his young face.

President Kang Peila clenched his back teeth, forcing himself to calm down.

"Boss, this device is truly bizarre." The interpreter leaned over, wiping the oily sweat from his forehead.

He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, his voice very low.

"But our Symbian users have high stickiness. Switching phones is too much of a hassle; who would want to waste that effort?"

These words really hit home for President Kang Peila.

In 2007, the smartphone ecosystem was still a barren wasteland.

Changing a phone was as life-threatening as moving house.

The SIM card capacity was small; storing a few hundred numbers was the limit. When it was full, you could only take a small notebook, put on reading glasses, and copy them down stroke by stroke.

Not to mention those business text messages and personal photos, which couldn't be transferred across systems at all.

"Exactly, this is our moat."

President Kang Peila straightened his expensive suit tie, a bit of arrogance returning to his blue eyes.

"So what if he sells it for 1999? So what if the screen is smoother?"

He stared at Lu Jingming on stage and let out a cold laugh.

"The contact lists of high-end business professionals are more important than their lives. I don't believe they would risk losing client information just for a pretty shell."

This thick barrier to switching phones was the foundation that major manufacturers relied on for survival.

Yet Lu Jingming on stage, as if he could read minds, swept his gaze precisely toward the VIP section.

"Many people want to change phones, but are afraid of the trouble."

Lu Jingming held the microphone, his voice echoing under the dome of the stadium.

"You have to hand-copy full phone books, and you can't export precious photos. Going to a service center is slow and a rip-off."

The tens of thousands of audience members below felt the same way and nodded like they were pounding garlic.

A brother wearing glasses in the front row shouted at the top of his lungs: "President Lu! You are so right! My crappy phone is lagging to death, but I just can't bear to part with the text messages inside!"

Lu Jingming snapped his fingers.

"Dazhuang, bring the prop up."

Niu Dazhuang trotted onto the stage and handed over an old Nokia flagship phone.

That was the Symbian flagship phone that President Kang Peila was so proud of.

"Today, I will use this antique to do an experiment."

Lu Jingming held up the heavy Nokia, the camera instantly cut to a close-up, projected onto the big screen behind him.

The fat on President Kang Peila's face twitched.

Lu Jingming picked up the data cable, plugged one end into the Nokia, and connected the other end to the xinghai gen 2.

With a soft "beep."

On the big screen, a window popped up on the deep blue interface of the Xinghai OS.

[Old device detected, do you want to enable one-click switch?]

Lu Jingming extended his index finger and gently tapped the "Yes" button.

The whole venue was dead silent.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen.

A progress bar popped up, and the green light band began to rush forward rapidly.

The data below was scrolling crazily.

[Reading contacts... Complete.]

[Cloning historical text messages... Complete.]

[Migrating media gallery... Complete.]

"Don't blink; miracles only take three minutes."

Lu Jingming had one hand in his jeans pocket, his posture as relaxed as if he were walking in his own backyard.

The audience in the stands didn't even dare to breathe.

In the VIP section, executives from several established mobile phone manufacturers had already started wiping cold sweat.

President Kang Peila stretched his neck out long, his hands gripping the seat armrests tightly.

"What is he doing? Reading our underlying data across systems?"

President Kang Peila's blue eyes were full of disbelief, and his lips were trembling.

"The foundation of Symbian is encrypted! How does he dare to bypass the firewall and extract data directly! This doesn't follow software logic!"

Three minutes passed in a flash.

The progress bar on the big screen reached one hundred percent, and a green checkmark popped up.

[Cloning complete, new device is ready.]

Lu Jingming unplugged the data cable and casually threw the Nokia to Dazhuang beside him.

He tapped open the contacts on the xinghai gen 2.

He scrolled to the bottom.

Hundreds of contacts, along with notes and groups, were neatly lying in the new system.

Not a single punctuation mark was missed.

He tapped open the gallery again.

Those low-pixel landscape photos and group photos from the old phone were all laid out on the screen, not a single one missing.

Even the categorized folders created in the photo album were moved over intact.

"Even those cheesy text messages you sent to your girlfriend are all here."

Lu Jingming shook the phone, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Now, is there anything else that can stop you from switching phones?"

Silence.

A brief, suffocating silence.

Then, a roar capable of blowing the roof off erupted in the stadium.

"Holy crap! Awesome! This is what the hell black technology actually is!"

"It even stripped the underwear in three minutes! Why the hell would I copy the phone book!"

"I'm throwing this crappy candy-bar phone in the trash tomorrow! No one can stop me from buying a Xinghai!"

This one-click switch move was like a sharp machete.

It physically severed the last bit of connection between the user and the old era.

The cost of switching phones was forcibly reduced to zero by Lu Jingming.

This made competitors feel even more desperate than the 1999 yuan price tag.

President Kang Peila completely lost his composure.

His face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing wildly.

"Robbers! This is barefaced robbery!"

President Kang Peila stood up abruptly, roaring wildly in English, spittle flying everywhere.

He grabbed his own spare Nokia from the table and smashed it hard onto the floor.

With a crisp "crack."

The plastic shell shattered into pieces, and the battery flew far away.

"He is stealing our user assets! He has no business ethics!"

President Kang Peila was like a mad dog whose tail had been stepped on, raging in the VIP section.

The interpreter was so scared that he shrank under his chair, hugging his head, not daring to go up and trigger his anger.

Several domestic competitor executives looked ashen.

They knew it like the back of their hand.

This wasn't about not following martial arts ethics; this was about pulling the rug out from under them.

After this combination punch from the xinghai gen 2, the domestic mobile phone market would inevitably be reshuffled.

Lu Jingming stood under the spotlight, watching the frenzied crowd below.

He lifted his wrist and glanced at his digital watch.

"Nine o'clock sharp. The Xinghai official website flash sale channel is officially open."

This light sentence became the last spark that ignited the powder keg.

Tens of thousands of audience members frantically pulled out their phones, their hand speed so fast it created afterimages.

Reporters in the front row stopped writing their drafts, directly dialing their newspaper offices to tell their colleagues on duty to hurry up and place orders online.

In the backstage control room.

Chu Xuan stared intently at the several big-headed computers in front of him, his palms full of sweat.

Shen Qingqiu walked in wearing high heels, holding a cup of freshly brewed black coffee.

"How are the numbers?"

This cold and aloof female financial genius pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, a rare hint of nervousness in her tone.

Chu Xuan swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva and pointed at the red curve on the screen that was shooting vertically upwards at ninety degrees.

"President Shen, the moment the channel opened."

His voice was trembling, as if he had seen an alien.

"A full twenty million unique IPs flooded in!"

Shen Qingqiu's hand shook, and the coffee nearly spilled onto her white shirt.

Twenty million!

This was equivalent to nearly half of the country's netizens squeezing into the Xinghai official website at this moment.

"Can the servers handle it?" Shen Qingqiu asked anxiously.

"They crashed. After holding on for ten seconds, the main server smoked and went offline."

Chu Xuan wiped the oily sweat from his face, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"But it doesn't matter. In the second before the crash, the one million units of stock in our warehouse..."

He grinned, revealing an exaggerated smile.

"Sold out in seconds!"

Shen Qingqiu gasped.

One million units, nearly two billion in revenue.

In ten seconds, it was snapped up until not even a hair was left.

This wasn't just selling phones anymore; it was basically a money printer spinning so fast it created afterimages.

Just as the two were preparing to pop champagne to celebrate.

The smile on Chu Xuan's face suddenly froze.

His brows knitted tightly together, and his fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard a few times.

"Something's wrong."

Chu Xuan put his face close to the screen, staring intently at a set of abnormal data intercepted in the background.

"President Shen, there is a big problem with these orders that sold out in seconds."

Shen Qingqiu put down her coffee cup, her brows slightly furrowed.

"What's wrong? Did the scalpers use a new hack to stir up trouble again?"

Chu Xuan shook his head, his face turning a bit pale.

"It's not domestic scalpers. Just in that second when it crashed, there was a mysterious overseas account using a super-high-frequency botnet proxy."

He pointed to a long string of complex tracking code on the screen.

"They swept away one hundred thousand units of our stock in one go."

Shen Qingqiu's eyes turned cold; her intuition told her things weren't that simple.

"One hundred thousand units? Are they planning to ship them overseas to resell?"

"Resell, my ass."

Chu Xuan looked up, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"I just reverse-traced their nodes."

"President Shen, the final IP address of this mysterious account shows..."

Chu Xuan took a deep breath, his voice very low.

"Across the ocean, Silicon Valley. The headquarters building of Apple."