Chapter 43: He pulls out retinal technology with a backhand gesture, leaving the four-star executive stunned.

Three days later, Shenzhen Technology Exhibition Center.

No matter how high the air conditioning was turned up, it couldn't suppress the sweltering heat inside the venue.

The area below the stage was packed, with over a hundred cameras and microphones set up in the aisles, their flashes blindingly bright.

The first row of the VIP section.

Park Min-young wore a wine-red haute couture gown, legs elegantly crossed.

She held a gold-stamped Xinghai Technology invitation in her hand, a mocking smile hanging on the corner of her lips.

"This shabby exhibition can't even afford to lay out a red carpet."

She tossed the invitation to her assistant and brushed off non-existent dust from her skirt.

"Lu Jingming actually dared to invite me. I want to see how he finishes this pathetic play today."

Sitting beside her was a somewhat bald Korean old man.

This was the chief display technology expert of Samsung Group, Expert Choi Tae-won.

"Don't worry, President Park."

Expert Choi Tae-won pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and replied in broken Chinese.

"I have inspected those bankrupt contract factories in China. A few refurbished, second-hand assembly lines—besides making that industrial trash with pixelation, they can't handle capacitive screens at all."

The surrounding peers and the media who had accepted appearance fees whispered to each other.

Everyone was waiting, waiting to see how Xinghai Technology would fall from grace and how it would end this farce.

"The lights are dimming!" someone shouted.

A spotlight "snapped" onto the center of the stage.

Lu Jingming wasn't wearing a suit; he was still in that faded black T-shirt, walking onto the stage in canvas shoes.

He was carrying two powered-off mobile phones in his hand.

A reporter in a duckbill cap stood up directly from the audience and shoved a microphone forward.

"President Lu! Rumors online say that xinghai gen 2 has been cut off from foreign suppliers and was forced to switch to low-end domestic screens!"

The reporter's words were sharp, "Are you gathering the media today to publicly apologize to the users who paid in full?"

Lu Jingming wasn't angry.

He walked to the long demonstration table and slammed the phones onto it.

"Apologize? Those two words don't exist in my dictionary."

He picked up the microphone, his voice echoing through the spacious hall.

"I didn't invite you all here today for any other reason than to open your eyes."

Lu Jingming snapped his fingers crisply.

Chu Xuan, accompanied by two workers in blue uniforms, pushed a piece of precision equipment half a person's height onto the stage.

It was a laboratory-grade industrial high-magnification microscopic camera.

"What kind of trick is he playing?"

Park Min-young furrowed her delicate brows and sat up straight.

Lu Jingming pointed to a white mobile phone on the table.

"This is the most expensive flagship phone currently sold by Samsung, touted as having the best screen image quality in the world."

He picked up the phone and placed it under the lens of the microscopic camera.

"Words are empty; let's look directly at the microscopic world."

The massive, two-story-high LED circular screen behind him lit up instantly.

The image on the Samsung phone's screen was forcibly magnified hundreds of times.

On the giant screen, the standard RGB pixel arrangement was clearly visible.

The three rectangular sub-pixels—red, green, and blue—were arranged neatly like a wooden fence.

The colors were indeed vibrant, but under high magnification, the black gaps between the pixels were as wide as a ditch.

The edges of the image had obvious jaggedness.

"See that?"

Expert Choi Tae-won leaned back in his chair, his old face full of arrogance.

"This is our Samsung's top-tier craftsmanship. The pixel pitch is controlled to the industry limit; no one in the world can surpass it."

Park Min-young scoffed, her eyes full of contempt.

"Lu Jingming, did you spend so much money on an exhibition just to give us at Samsung free advertising?"

The media below the stage burst into laughter.

Flashes went wild at the giant screen; the reporters had even drafted their mocking news headlines.

Lu Jingming's mouth curled up; he completely ignored her.

He casually pushed the Samsung phone aside, like throwing away a dirty rag.

Then, he picked up the dark blue xinghai gen 2.

"Old Wang, show these bumpkins the goods that just came off the line at our Oriental Screen factory."

Lu Jingming shouted towards the backstage.

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong, wearing that yellowed old shirt, trotted out.

He was so excited his hands were trembling, and he personally operated the focal length knob of the microscopic camera.

He steadily placed the screen of the xinghai gen 2 under the lens.

The image on the giant screen switched instantly.

The venue, which was noisy just a second ago, was like someone had forcibly pulled the power cord.

It stopped abruptly; there was a deathly silence.

On the giant screen was the same microscopic view, magnified hundreds of times.

But here, there were no rough pixels like a fence, nor were there those glaring black gaps.

Those tiny sub-pixels were tightly interlocked in a diamond array that completely defied traditional logic.

The density was shockingly high, seamless and tight.

The edges of the image were rounded and smooth; the naked eye couldn't find a single trace of jaggedness.

The color transition was as natural as an oil painting with paint just splashed on.

Rich and transparent, as if the image was about to spill out of the screen and smash onto everyone's faces.

The reporter in the duckbill cap opened his mouth wide, and the voice recorder in his hand went "clatter" as it hit the floor.

He didn't even feel the pain when it hit his instep.

"Is... is this a screen?"

He rubbed his eyes desperately, thinking he was hallucinating.

The bullet comments in the livestream stalled for a full five seconds.

Then, they erupted like an avalanche, a white sea completely covering the screen.

"Holy crap! Is this actually a domestic screen? You call this big-grain pixelation?"

"Compared to this, that Samsung flagship is just a wall built with broken bricks!"

"No graininess at all! This image quality is amazing! Xinghai is awesome!"

Public opinion reversed instantly; the netizen frenzy was earth-shattering.

The media below were going crazy, their cameras and microphones almost poking into Lu Jingming's face.

In the VIP seats.

Expert Choi Tae-won sprang up from his chair.

He got up too quickly, his knee hitting the solid wood railing in the front row, causing him to wince in pain.

But he couldn't even care about rubbing it.

The old man's eyes were glued to the giant screen, his lips trembling violently.

"No... that's not right! How can the pixel density be this high!"

Expert Choi Tae-won frantically clawed at his already sparse hair, howling in Korean with heart-wrenching agony.

"It exceeds 300ppi! This breaks the physics of display panels! This is alien technology!"

He had spent half his life in screen R&D; he knew better than anyone what this image meant.

Samsung's proud technological moat had been flattened by a bulldozer.

The arrogance on Park Min-young's face shattered instantly.

Like a crumpled piece of waste paper, it couldn't have looked uglier.

She stood up abruptly, her high heel twisted, and she stumbled, almost falling to her knees.

"Impossible! Those crappy domestic factories absolutely cannot produce something like this!"

Her eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, like a gambler who had lost all her chips.

Park Min-young pointed at Lu Jingming on the stage, her voice shrill and cracking.

"Lu Jingming! Which top overseas laboratory did you steal this technology from!"

Lu Jingming sneered.

He stood with one hand in his pocket, took a step forward, and stared down at the exasperated Korean woman.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, revealing a crushing arrogance.

"Steal?"

Lu Jingming tapped the microphone in his hand, his voice booming through the hall.

"Open your eyes wide and look carefully. This world-leading screen has 100% pure Chinese bloodline!"