Chapter 42 The entire internet is mocking Xinghai for not being able to make a good screen; let's wait and see.

Beijing, China World Trade Center. The top-floor CEO office of the Samsung Group Greater China Region headquarters.

In front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, Park Min-young held a glass of red wine.

After listening to her assistant's report, she suddenly sneered.

Her laughter grew louder, causing her high-end bodycon skirt to tremble slightly, and ripples spread through the Lafite in her glass.

"Oriental Screen?"

Park Min-young set the wine glass on the solid wood desk and tapped her fingernails lightly against the surface.

"Is that the dumpy workshop that bought a few scrapped second-hand lines and can't even manage to make a low-resolution screen?"

The female assistant nodded repeatedly, bending over to hand over the tablet in her hands.

"Yes, President Park. I heard the factory manager has been pushed to the point of jumping off a building by debt collectors."

"Lu Jingming took Xinghai Technology's money, flew to Shenzhen overnight, and spent five million to take over this entire mess."

Park Min-young's eyes lifted with a hint of mockery.

She turned around and walked to the sofa in her high heels, then sat down.

"I thought this kid had some real capability, but it turns out he's just desperate and grasping at straws."

She crossed her long legs, her eyes filled with a sense of condescending contempt.

"That kind of outdated second-hand production line has a yield rate of less than thirty percent."

"He wants to use this kind of trash to make high-end capacitive screens? It's simply a pipe dream."

Park Min-young pulled open a drawer, flung out a black bank card, and threw it directly into her assistant's arms.

"Find the best PR firm and hire the most aggressive internet trolls."

She issued the command coldly, her red lips curling into a vicious arc.

"Tell the whole internet that xinghai gen 2 has been cut off from its supply and will soon be fitted with blinding, pixelated domestic screens."

The female assistant caught the black card, her eyes lighting up.

"Understood, President Park! I'll go contact the moderators of all the major digital forums and buy the trending searches right now!"

"Go." Park Min-young picked up her red wine and took a sip. "I want Lu Jingming to die knowing exactly why."

Once the power of capital is set in motion, it moves at a terrifying speed.

In less than two hours, major social platforms and digital forums were instantly flooded with smear posts.

The internet trolls swarmed like locusts, and all sorts of sensationalist headlines dominated the front pages.

"Shocking! The Fall of a Legendary Device: xinghai gen 2 Forced to Use Low-End, Inferior Screens!"

"Domestic Pixelated Screen Warning! It's Blinding to Look At; Brothers Who Paid in Full, Hurry and Cancel Your Orders!"

The internet instantly exploded.

Those users who had just paid in full and were eagerly waiting for their shipments were instantly plunged into panic.

"Holy crap, is this for real? Did Samsung cut off the supply?"

"What kind of back-alley factory is Oriental Screen? I heard the screens they make are so bad you can't even see Snake!"

"Refund my money! I spent 1999 to buy a high-end device, not a blinding toy!"

Donghai City First People's Hospital, high-end VIP ward.

Fatty Xu from Bolang Mobile was leaning against the hospital bed, drinking porridge.

As he looked at the phone his assistant handed him, he was so happy he kept slapping his thigh.

The slap tugged at the IV tube in his chest, making him hiss in pain, but his face was filled with ecstasy.

"Serves you right! Let's see you be arrogant now, kid! Weren't you all about 'living and dying with indifference'?"

Fatty Xu slammed his bowl onto the bedside table and pointed at the phone screen, laughing loudly.

"Without Samsung's screens, your crappy system is just a blind man with no eyes!"

He turned his head to look at his assistant, a flash of malice in his eyes.

"Go, call our marketing department."

"Issue a press release saying that Bolang Mobile would rather take a loss than ever use inferior domestic screens!"

Fatty Xu gritted his teeth and sneered.

"Strike while he's down and take his life. Let's trample over Xinghai Technology's corpse and take back the market share we lost!"

It wasn't just Wave.

Several established domestic manufacturers that had been suffocated by Xinghai Technology jumped at the chance to kick them while they were down.

For a time, Xinghai Technology seemed to become a public enemy, on the verge of falling from its pedestal.

Shenzhen, Peninsula Hotel top-floor suite.

The neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling window were blindingly bright, illuminating the room.

Lu Jingming leaned back on the leather sofa, holding a glass of iced cola.

The phone on the coffee table was on speaker, and Chu Xuan's voice was loud enough to blow out the speaker.

"President Lu! The orders are being canceled! Everything is in chaos!"

Chu Xuan was hopping mad on the other end of the line, his breathing sounding like a bellows.

"The customer service hotline has been swamped, and users who paid in full are all demanding refunds!"

"They said they'd rather buy second-hand button phones than use blinding, pixelated screens!"

Shen Qingqiu sat on the single sofa nearby.

Her fingers were typing rapidly on her laptop keyboard, her expression grave.

"In just half a day, there have been over 50,000 refund requests. The capital outflow is extremely fast."

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and looked up at Lu Jingming.

"Park Min-young has made her move. This media storm is being fueled by major capital; it's more intense than any previous one."

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong sat on a stool in the corner, nervously rubbing his rough hands together.

The white shirt he wore was still the same old one, and his face was full of guilt.

"President Lu, I'm the one who dragged Xinghai Technology down."

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong's eyes were red, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper.

"The netizens are right. The reputation of domestic screen technology is indeed rotten. Everyone doesn't trust our Oriental Screen factory."

He stood up, walked to the coffee table, and bowed deeply.

"Why don't you issue a statement saying the capital injection is canceled? Don't let Xinghai Technology's brand be ruined because of my dumpy factory."

Lu Jingming put down his cola glass.

The bottom of the glass clinked against the coffee table, making a crisp sound that interrupted Factory Manager Wang Jingdong.

"Ruining the brand?"

Lu Jingming sneered, pulled a plastic lighter from his pocket, and lit it with a "click."

The flame illuminated his deep eyes, revealing a sharp ambition.

"You have 326ppi Retina technology in your hands, and you're talking to me about ruining the brand?"

He stood up and patted Factory Manager Wang Jingdong on the shoulder.

"Straighten your back. People mocking you is in the past. From today on, you need to get used to people looking up to you."

Lu Jingming picked up the phone from the table and snapped his fingers at the microphone.

"Chu Xuan, don't stop the refunds. Open all channels. Let them return as many as they want."

Chu Xuan on the other end of the line was stunned.

"President Lu, are we really doing refunds? That's real money! If we refund everything, what will we use to pay the suppliers' final payments?"

"Refund them."

Lu Jingming's tone was cold and carried an unquestionable decisiveness.

"The tide washes away the sand. Those who cancel their orders now won't be able to buy one later, even if they pay a premium."

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Go immediately to the largest technology exhibition center in Shenzhen and book me the most luxurious venue."

"Three days from now, we're holding a Domestic Screen Technology Appreciation Conference."

Chu Xuan was dumbfounded, his voice even changing pitch.

"An appreciation conference? The whole internet is watching us like a joke right now. Isn't holding a conference at a time like this just making us a sitting duck!"

"Those media outlets that took dirty money will definitely be looking for faults with a magnifying glass!"

Shen Qingqiu also stopped typing.

"Chu Xuan is right. Holding a press conference right now is too risky."

She analyzed, frowning.

"If there's even a single flaw in the screens displayed on site, Xinghai Technology will truly be beyond redemption."

Lu Jingming walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling night view of Shenzhen.

Not only was he not panicked, but the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile, like a predator watching its prey.

"What is there to fear? If they want to watch a show, I'll build the biggest stage."

"Not only will we invite the media, but we'll also invite our competitors. The more fanfare, the better."

Lu Jingming turned his head and looked at Shen Qingqiu with burning eyes.

"Qingqiu, go get a top-tier gold-plated VIP invitation."

"Send someone on the earliest flight to Beijing."

Shen Qingqiu's eyes widened slightly, guessing what he wanted to do.

"Who are you going to send the invitation to?"

Lu Jingming shoved his hands into his pockets, his voice as cold as a knife.

"Send it directly to the Samsung headquarters and hand it to Park Min-young."

"Doesn't she want to watch us make a fool of ourselves? I'm worried that when she sits in the audience three days from now, she won't even have the face to walk off the stage."