Chapter 44 I not only use it myself, but I also sell it cheaply to my domestic counterparts.

Camera flashes exploded throughout the venue like a daytime thunderstorm.

Park Min-young's legs went weak, and she collapsed with a thud back into her red velvet chair.

Her haute couture gown's hem was crumpled into a ball, but she had no mind to care.

She only felt as if a block of ice had been stuffed into her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Beside her, Expert Choi Tae-won was still tearing at his hair.

The old Korean man muttered in his unintelligible native tongue, not even noticing when his gold-rimmed glasses fell to the floor and were crushed.

"This is impossible... He was clearly cut off from supplies, how could that broken factory possibly manufacture something like this?"

Park Min-young stared fixedly at the screenshot on the big screen, which was so delicate it lacked any visible pixels.

A layer of cold sweat seeped from her back, soaking her silk lining.

She had assumed Lu Jingming held this press conference just to prove he had a substitute.

Just a stubborn refusal to admit defeat to appease those users clamoring for refunds.

But when she met Lu Jingming's eyes, which held a mocking smile, her woman's intuition sounded an alarm.

What is this madman trying to do?

On stage, Lu Jingming ignored the commotion below.

He tapped the microphone, producing a sharp, screeching feedback that forcibly suppressed the noise in the venue.

"Someone just asked if we were at our wit's end and went looking for a junk OEM factory."

Lu Jingming reached out and threw an arm around Factory Manager Wang Jingdong's shoulder.

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong's white shirt was washed until it had turned yellow.

But at this moment, he straightened his back, his eyes red-rimmed, looking proudly toward the audience.

"Let's reintroduce ourselves."

Lu Jingming's voice was resonant and full of penetrative power.

"Oriental Screen is now officially renamed the 'Xing Dongfang' Panel Alliance."

He held up the dark blue glass phone in his hand.

"The xinghai gen 2 in my hand uses the first batch of original screens that came off the Xing Dongfang assembly line."

"Our million-unit stock is already in full production with three shifts running twenty-four hours a day."

Lu Jingming's cold gaze swept across the VIP seats, stopping on Park Min-young's pale face.

"Cutting off supplies? Choking us out?"

He let out a scoff.

"Some foreign brands take themselves too seriously; do you really think the Earth stops spinning without you?"

In the livestream chat, the internet trolls who had taken Samsung's dirty money all went silent.

Real netizens' comments flooded the screen like a tsunami.

"Boss Lu is a badass! Drive the foreign junk out of China!"

"Domestic screens have stood up! This image quality is practically a dimensional strike!"

The netizens and fans off-stage cheered and jumped for joy.

But the representatives of domestic mobile phone manufacturers sitting in the middle and back rows had expressions that grew uglier by the second.

A few days ago, they had joined Samsung in mocking Xinghai.

Just waiting to reap the dividends of Xinghai's collapse and seize the vacated market.

Now, not only was Xinghai not dead, but it had pulled out this heaven-defying trump card.

How were they supposed to sell their low-resolution screen phones in the future?

Lu Jingming took in all their expressions.

He suddenly laughed, carelessly twirling that plastic lighter in his hand.

"Fellow peers, you've enjoyed the show these past few days, haven't you?"

As soon as these plain words were spoken.

The representatives of several major domestic manufacturers in the front row rubbed their hands in embarrassment, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Lu Jingming put away his smile and strode to the edge of the stage.

"But I'm not that petty."

"If there's money to be made, everyone should make it; I don't like hogging all the profits."

He dropped a nuclear bomb with resounding impact.

"Starting at noon today, the retina screens produced by Xing Dongfang will be officially available for supply to all domestic friendly businesses!"

The venue went quiet for a second.

The reporters in the front row even forgot to press their shutters.

Lu Jingming held up three fingers.

"Regardless of whether you've scolded me before, as long as it's a Chinese factory, we will accept all orders!"

"As for the price... it will be thirty percent cheaper than comparable high-end screens from Samsung Group."

He curled his lips into a devious smile.

"Cash on delivery, fair prices for all."

Boom!

The entire exhibition center felt as if a heavy bomb had been dropped into it.

The ceiling was almost blown off by the uproar.

Thirty percent cheaper! And the image quality crushes Samsung!

This is like gold bricks falling from the sky!

Domestic manufacturers have suffered under Samsung for too long.

Samsung's screens are not only expensive, but they also frequently play games with hunger marketing, threatening people with supply cuts at every turn.

Now, Lu Jingming has smashed this wall and even handed the bricks to them!

Donghai City First People's Hospital, VIP ward.

Fatty Xu leaned against the hospital bed, his phone playing the live broadcast of the press conference.

Hearing the words "thirty percent cheaper," he sat up abruptly.

The movement was too sudden, pulling on the IV needle in the back of his hand.

Blood flowed back up the plastic tube, but he didn't even feel the pain.

"Pull it out! Pull it out for me, quick!"

Fatty Xu roared at the assistant beside him, the fat on his face trembling.

The assistant was so scared they scrambled to pull out the needle.

"Boss Xu, we just issued a press release the day before yesterday scolding Xinghai for using inferior screens; will they even sell to us if we go now?"

"Bullshit! That was my account being hacked!"

Fatty Xu didn't even bother to put on his shoes, stepping barefoot onto the cold tiles.

The harder he scolded them the day before yesterday, the faster he knelt today.

"Thirty percent cheaper! With these screens, our flip phones can come back to life!"

Fatty Xu grabbed the assistant by the collar.

"Book a flight to Shenzhen immediately! Go to the backstage and intercept Factory Manager Wang Jingdong!"

"If you don't grab the first batch of orders, you can all pack your bags and get out!"

The exhibition scene was already in chaos.

Over a dozen purchasing managers in suits crossed the cordon like mad dogs.

Waving their business cards, they surrounded Factory Manager Wang Jingdong, who had just stepped off the stage, completely blocking him in.

"Factory Manager Wang! We at Wave want 100,000 units! Full payment immediately!"

"We at Gionee want 200,000 units! Old Wang, we're from the same hometown, you have to let me cut the line!"

"Don't push! Boss Lu of Xinghai said they'd take all orders, I was here first!"

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong was jostled back and forth, and two buttons were torn off his shirt.

He looked at this group of major manufacturer representatives who were usually high and mighty, now begging him like grandsons to sign their orders.

Old tears welled up in his eyes.

In his entire life, he had never even dreamed of fighting such a wealthy war.

On the side of the stage.

Chu Xuan hugged his laptop, grinning so hard his back teeth were almost falling out.

"General Manager Shen, these bumpkins have gone crazy! Our backend hotline has been paralyzed by calls from the purchasing department!"

Shen Qingqiu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, watching the swarming crowd rushing to place orders.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her wildly beating heart.

"As expected. This move by Lu Jingming not only cuts off Samsung's financial path but also channels the entire industry's cash flow into our hands."

This open conspiracy was so vicious that it was worthy of applause.

In the VIP seats.

Park Min-young felt her vision blacking out, her hands and feet as cold as dead meat.

She had originally thought she could strangle Lu Jingming, but instead, he backhanded her and overturned her entire foundation.

Not only did Xinghai survive.

It also tied all domestic mobile phone manufacturers to the Xing Dongfang war chariot.

The screen monopoly barrier that Samsung Group had built for so long.

Had been kicked to pieces by Lu Jingming!

She knew she was finished.

Her position as President of the Greater China Region was completely over; if she went back, Lee Jae-yong would definitely skin her alive.

A pair of washed-out white canvas shoes stopped in front of her.

Lu Jingming stood before her with one hand in his pocket.

Against the overhead spotlight, his facial contours appeared cold and devious.

"President Park, the show is over; are you satisfied?"

Park Min-young looked up, grinding her back teeth.

She desperately held onto her last shred of dignity, clutching her leather bag strap so hard her nails dug into her flesh.

"Lu Jingming, don't get cocky too soon."

Park Min-young's voice trembled, still making threats.

"The foundation of Samsung headquarters is not something you can imagine. In a price war, Samsung can crush you with money!"

Lu Jingming bent down.

His hands braced against the armrests on both sides of her chair.

A powerful sense of oppression washed over her, causing Park Min-young's breath to hitch as her body recoiled.

"Foundation?"

The curve of Lu Jingming's lips was as cold as ice shards, and his gaze was like looking at a pile of trash.

"Save it to wipe your crown prince's tears."

He straightened up and brushed off his hem.

"Go back and tell Lee Jae-yong to pack his bags and get ready to leave."

"The Chinese screen market, from today on, has no place for you, Samsung."

Park Min-young's lips were deathly pale, and she couldn't squeeze out a word for a long time.

Her pride as a multinational executive was shattered, leaving not even a trace.

Expert Choi Tae-won, who had just regained his senses, suddenly lunged over like a madman.

The old man scrambled to grab Lu Jingming's pant leg.

"Boss Lu! Mr. Lu!"

Expert Choi Tae-won looked up with his aged face, so excited he was incoherent.

"Are you selling this pixel arrangement technology or not? Samsung can pay double... no, ten times the price!"

As long as he got these blueprints, he would be a hero upon returning to Korea; what kind of funding wouldn't he be able to get?

Lu Jingming looked down at this ugly display.

He kicked Expert Choi Tae-won's hand away, stepped back half a step, and brushed off his pant leg in disgust.

"Ten times? Do you take me for a scavenger?"

Lu Jingming turned his head to look at Factory Manager Wang Jingdong, who was being frantically handed business cards not far away.

"Old Wang! Come here for a second."

Factory Manager Wang Jingdong finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd and ran over, sweating profusely.

"Boss Lu, what are your orders?"

Lu Jingming pointed at the old Korean man sitting slumped on the ground, smiling mockingly.

"Give this Korean expert a quote."

"Let's see if Samsung can afford our starting price for the Xing Dongfang technology transfer."