Chapter 38 Overseas giants finally noticed this mudslide

Silicon Valley, USA, Apple headquarters building.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the sun was shining brightly, but the air pressure in the conference room was terrifyingly low.

Steve was wearing his signature black turtleneck.

His gaunt cheeks were taut, and he was staring fixedly at the big screen on the wall.

On the screen, Bingbing was using two fingers to zoom in on an image.

That silky smooth zoom animation was like a loud slap across the face of this paranoid genius.

"These Chinese robbers!"

Steve suddenly grabbed the mug on the table and smashed it hard against the wall.

Ceramic shards scattered everywhere, and brown coffee dripped down the white wall.

Several technical executives shrank their necks, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They knew that the first-generation iPhone, which their boss had been preparing for a full decade, was set to be released next month.

Multi-touch and the minimalist UI were supposed to be their trump cards to stun the world.

As a result, an obscure assembly plant on the other side of the ocean had abruptly snatched the initiative and flipped the table on them!

The glass door of the conference room was pushed open.

Cook walked in expressionlessly, carrying a disassembled xinghai gen 2.

"Steve, you need to see this."

Cook placed the deep blue glass back panel and the dismantled motherboard on the conference table.

"The workmanship is very rough; the motherboard is covered in resin, making it impossible to see the circuitry."

Cook pushed up his glasses, a flash of shrewdness passing behind the lenses.

"But I had people test that system called Xinghai OS."

He looked up at the furious Steve.

"The touch feedback latency is two milliseconds lower than our current test machines."

Steve's eyes twitched wildly.

Two milliseconds might not mean much to an ordinary person.

But to these tech fanatics in Silicon Valley, it was a chasm.

"We absolutely cannot let this phone take a single step out of the Greater China Region!"

Steve braced his hands on the table, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"It will destroy our iPhone! It will destroy our plan to change the world!"

Cook pulled out a chair and sat down, his fingers gently tapping on the glass back panel.

"Xinghai's current production capacity relies entirely on domestic contract manufacturing, but the core capacitive screen lighting components come from Korea."

A cold arc curved at the corner of his mouth.

"I have already sent a secret letter to the Young Master of Samsung Group in your name."

Steve straightened up, a bone-chilling coldness emanating from his blue eyes.

"Tell those Koreans: cut off Xinghai's supply chain, and Apple's flash memory orders for next year will all go to them."

A trade of interests, a murder without drawing blood.

The meat grinder of multinational giants started silently at this moment.

At the same time, Seoul, Korea.

Samsung Group headquarters, the 88th-floor president's office.

Outside, it was raining incessantly, and raindrops covered the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lee Jae-yong sat in a large leather executive chair, holding a thick cigar in his hand.

On the wide desk lay over a dozen urgent sales reports from the Greater China Region.

"Young Master, our market share in the mid-range market in the Greater China Region has fallen below the bottom line."

The assistant stood before the desk, his waist bent at a ninety-degree angle, his voice trembling.

Lee Jae-yong took a puff of his cigar and exhaled a thick smoke ring.

"It dropped four percentage points in just a few days?"

His hand holding the cigar suddenly paused, and he violently pressed the burning cigarette butt onto the report.

A black hole was instantly scorched into the white paper, sparks flying everywhere.

"I don't care that Wave and Nokia have been beaten like dogs by Lu Jingming."

Lee Jae-yong stood up and kicked over the mahogany tea table beside him.

The tea set shattered all over the floor.

"But how does Xinghai Technology have the right to step on our Samsung and steal our business!"

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the matchbox-like cars below.

The Greater China Region market had always been the biggest piece of fat for Samsung Group.

Now Lu Jingming had created the 1999-yuan xinghai gen 2.

It directly turned Samsung's plastic flip phones into industrial trash.

If this continued, Samsung's stores in the Greater China Region would all have to close down.

"Young Master, there's a message from Apple."

The assistant trembling handed over a tablet.

"Cook suggests we poison Xinghai's supply chain."

Lee Jae-yong glanced at the email on the screen and suddenly sneered.

The laughter sounded hair-raising in the spacious office.

"The Americans have a good plan, wanting to use our knife to kill."

He turned and walked back to his desk, picking up a black custom phone.

"However, this suits me just fine."

The call went through, and a bewitching female voice came from the other end.

"Young Master, you were looking for me?"

This was Park Min-young, the president of Samsung's Greater China Region.

"The one million units in Lu Jingming's hands are sold out, right?" Lee Jae-yong's voice was icy cold.

"Sold out. They just placed an additional order with us for three million sets of capacitive screen components."

Park Min-young chuckled on the phone, "The deposit has already been transferred."

A glint of venom flashed in Lee Jae-yong's eyes.

"Hold the deposit. Tell Lu Jingming that the production line caught fire and all the lighting components were burned."

The assistant beside him gulped upon hearing this.

Cutting off supply? This move was too ruthless.

Without this screen, Xinghai's god-tier system would be blind.

"I want to let this mudslide die of thirst on the land of the Greater China Region!"

Lee Jae-yong hung up the phone and smashed it hard on the table.

Two giants, in different spaces and times.

Against this newly emerged eastern technology star, they reached the most lethal tacit understanding.

The storm swept through Donghai City with a speed that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Xinghai Technology building, first-floor assembly workshop.

The robotic arms on the assembly line were running frantically.

Workers wearing masks were busily assembling the newly delivered motherboards.

Lu Jingming was wearing that black T-shirt, holding a cup of freshly brewed green tea.

He stood on the second-floor glass corridor, looking down at the money-printing machine below, in a great mood.

"Young Master, with this three-shift production, we can churn out one hundred thousand units a day!"

Niu Dazhuang walked over shirtless, clutching a walkie-talkie, smiling until his teeth were showing.

"Netizens are urging for shipping; we've truly stood our ground this time."

Lu Jingming took a sip of tea, just about to speak.

A sudden rush of high-heeled footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

"Da da da da!"

The sound was fast and chaotic, completely devoid of her usual composure.

Shen Qingqiu rushed over.

She was clutching a fax document tightly, her face as pale as paper.

The phoenix eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses were full of unconcealable panic.

"Something happened."

Shen Qingqiu had run too fast, her chest heaving violently.

She slapped the fax onto the glass railing.

Lu Jingming raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Did the sky fall? Why are you so panicked?"

"It's worse than the sky falling!"

Shen Qingqiu bit her lower lip, her voice trembling.

"A breach of contract notice just arrived from Samsung Group's Greater China Region. The three million sets of screen components we ordered—they've stopped shipping!"

The walkie-talkie in Dazhuang's hand fell to the floor with a "clatter."

His eyes widened.

"Stopped shipping? Why would they stop shipping! Didn't we just pay the deposit!"

"They said the production line in Shenzhen is undergoing maintenance and capacity is insufficient, telling us to wait indefinitely for notice."

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart.

"I just checked customs data. Apple has also made a move, completely sealing off our procurement channels for finding alternatives overseas."

Chu Xuan happened to run up from downstairs, and upon hearing this, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the steps.

"Damn... Silicon Valley and the Koreans are teaming up against us?"

Chu Xuan was so anxious he ruffled his center-parted hair, "This is literally pushing us to our deaths!"

Without the capacitive screen components, the double-sided glass was just an empty shell.

The assembly line would have to stop immediately.

The bragging they had just done online would instantly turn into a slap in their own faces.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze.

Everyone's face turned pale.

This was a dimensionality reduction strike from multinational capital!

Lu Jingming didn't say a word.

He put down his teacup and picked up the thin fax paper, scanning it.

Deep in his mind, a long-lost mechanical prompt suddenly exploded.

[Ding! Detected serious hostility from overseas technology giants!]

[Competitor Breakdown System entering alert mode!]

[Store has unlocked cross-era blockade counterattack blueprints!]

Lu Jingming's fingers gripping the fax paper tightened slightly.

Not only was he not panicked, but the corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

"Lu Jingming, what do we do now?"

Shen Qingqiu looked at him, her eyes red with anxiety.

"If we can't ship the three million orders, the breach of contract damages will bankrupt Xinghai!"

Lu Jingming crumpled the fax paper into a ball and tossed it into the trash can next to him.

He turned around, braced his hands on the glass railing, and looked down at the roaring workshop below.

"Samsung wants to choke me? Apple wants to teach me how to do things?"

Lu Jingming sneered, turned his head to look at Shen Qingqiu, his eyes as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

"Chu Xuan, go book me the fastest flight to Shenzhen. I want to see just how many days these foreign devils can block me!"