Chapter 40 Is this a neck trap? This defense-breaking system even has panel technology!

Beijing, the office of the President of Samsung Group's Greater China Region.

"Beep... beep..." The busy signal on the phone sounded like a resounding slap in the face.

Park Min-young froze for two seconds, then suddenly grabbed the bone china coffee cup from the desk and smashed it hard against the floor-to-ceiling window.

With a crisp "crack," the porcelain shattered all over the floor, and the brown liquid splashed onto the expensive Persian rug.

"Unappreciative idiot!" Her delicate face twisted, and she bit her red lips tightly.

The female assistant beside her shrank her neck in fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Go notify the Shenzhen supply chain to completely block Xinghai's orders! Not a single piece of glass is allowed to be shipped!"

Park Min-young's chest heaved violently, and her high heels creaked as she stepped on the carpet.

She sneered, her eyes filled with malice.

"I want to see how he, Lu Jingming, will explain himself to those netizens in China tomorrow when he can't produce the machines!"

Meanwhile, in Donghai City, at the Xinghai Technology building.

The air pressure in the president's office was so low it could freeze a person.

"Lu Jingming, do you have any idea what you just did?"

Shen Qingqiu walked to the desk in her high heels, braced her hands on the mahogany tabletop, and breathed heavily.

"You may have felt satisfied yelling 'get out,' but our production line will have to shut down tomorrow!"

She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, her eyes reddening with anxiety.

"How many ready-made components do we have left now?"

Lu Jingming leaned back in his chair, pulled a plastic lighter from his pocket, and spoke in a calm tone.

Old Li wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

"At most, it's only enough to assemble fifty thousand units. But there are still eight hundred thousand orders on the official website that have been fully paid for and are waiting for shipment!"

The veins on Dazhuang's hand, gripping a pipe wrench, bulged, and he looked like he wanted to smash something.

"If all else fails, can we go find some domestic factories to make do?"

"Where in the country can we find a comparable substitute?" Shen Qingqiu directly interrupted Dazhuang's fantasy.

"Currently, all domestic panel factories are producing those rough, low-resolution screens with ridiculously high color deviation."

She bit her lower lip, her tone filled with a deep sense of helplessness.

"If we install those defective screens on the xinghai gen 2, the silky-smooth experience of Xinghai OS will be completely ruined. That would be smashing our own brand."

Chu Xuan was scratching his scalp anxiously on the side.

"Then what do we do? Go to Japan or Korea and buy smuggled goods at a high price? The cost would more than double!"

Lu Jingming didn't respond; with a "click," he lit his lighter.

The deep blue flame danced as he narrowed his eyes slightly, his consciousness sinking deep into his mind.

The show of force from Park Min-young just now, combined with the resentment contributed by President Kang Peila and Fatty Xu a few days ago.

The mental breakdown value on the system panel had already soared to a terrifying number.

[Current total mental breakdown value: 1.2 million points.]

Lu Jingming sneered in his heart.

Did these international giants really think they could cover the sky with one hand and monopolize China's lifeline?

He clicked directly into the system's highest-level mall.

His gaze skipped over the basic components and locked onto the row of purple-glowing icons at the very top.

["Retina-grade LCD Panel Mass Production Core Technology", requires 1 million mental breakdown points to redeem.]

Without any hesitation, Lu Jingming pressed the redemption button with his mind.

A dazzling purple light flashed, and a massive stream of data instantly flooded into the metal USB drive in his pocket.

"Bang."

Lu Jingming casually tossed the chipped USB drive onto the desk, making a dull thud.

"Since there are no capable screen factories in the country, we'll build them ourselves."

This light remark exploded in the office like a thunderclap.

Shen Qingqiu froze, looking at him as if he were a madman.

"Build them yourself? Lu Jingming, the panel industry is asset-heavy! The technical barriers are terrifyingly high!"

She pointed at the USB drive, her chest heaving.

"Samsung spent billions of dollars to build that technical moat; what are you going to use to build it?"

"Use this."

Lu Jingming tilted his chin up, a playful arc appearing at the corners of his mouth, "Plug it into the computer and see."

Half-doubting, Shen Qingqiu pulled off the USB cover and plugged it into the laptop nearby.

Old Li and Chu Xuan also hurriedly crowded over, three heads squeezed in front of the screen.

The folder opened, densely packed with engineering drawings and underlying pixel arrangement algorithm code.

Shen Qingqiu knew the industry; she opened the first master document and quickly scanned the core parameters.

"Pixel density of 326ppi?"

She gasped sharply, her voice changing pitch, her fingernails digging hard into the mouse.

"How is that possible! The human eye's retina limit is only 300ppi. Is this screen's image quality clearer than the real thing?"

Although Old Li didn't understand the English code, he understood the backlight module structure diagram above.

"Young Master, this backplane is as thin as paper. Is the light leakage problem solved entirely by these few layers of polarizers?"

Old Li's hands shook so much he nearly dropped his glasses, his old face flushed red.

"With these process requirements, even if we used the oldest second-hand production line in the country, we could start trial production with just a few modifications!"

Chu Xuan was so excited he slapped Dazhuang on the back.

"Holy crap! With this out-of-print technology in our hands, why should we be afraid of those Koreans choking us?"

Dazhuang, although he didn't understand it, laughed along foolishly, swinging his pipe wrench with a whooshing sound.

Shen Qingqiu stared fixedly at the data on the screen, her heart pounding like a drum.

She knew exactly how valuable these blueprints were.

This wasn't just overtaking on a bend.

This was flying a space shuttle directly over the head of Samsung Group with a roar!

"If this technology is implemented, it could instantly turn Samsung's current screens into a screen full of pixels."

Shen Qingqiu pulled out the USB drive and gripped it tightly in her palm, her eyes flashing with uncontrollable fanaticism.

"But Lu Jingming, building a new production line will take at least half a year. Far-off water can't quench our immediate thirst for production."

Lu Jingming stood up and picked up the black suit jacket draped over the back of his executive chair.

He put on the jacket unhurriedly and straightened his crisp collar.

"Who said I was going to build a factory myself?"

Lu Jingming walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling streets of Donghai City, his eyes revealing the fierce light of a hunter.

"Those domestic screen foundries that are on the verge of bankruptcy due to suppression by foreign capital have ready-made production lines and skilled workers everywhere."

He turned around, looked at Chu Xuan, and snapped his fingers crisply.

"Chu Xuan, go book me two tickets to Shenzhen, as soon as possible."

Chu Xuan excitedly stood at attention, grinning broadly like a villain.

"Got it, Boss Lu! Which unlucky bastard are we going to find to take over this time?"

Lu Jingming shoved his hands into his suit pockets and strode toward the office door, leaving behind a ruthless remark.

"Go find the most miserable one. I want Samsung's screens to only be fit for lining sewers in this country from now on!"