Chapter 48 Bingbing comes for an interview, and Lu Jingming creates another meme that goes viral.

At two in the afternoon, the sun scorched the asphalt road, causing it to steam.

A white interview van, marked with the eye-catching red "CCTV" logo, slowly drove into the gates of Xinghai Technology.

The door opened, and a slender leg clad in a nude-colored high heel stepped out.

Bingbing smoothed out her light gray slim-fit professional suit, held a microphone with the station's logo, and looked up with a sweet smile.

Lu Jingming wasn't wearing his signature black T-shirt; for once, he had donned a casual dark suit.

With one hand in his pocket, he strode forward to greet her.

"Reporter Bingbing, thank you for your hard work in this heat."

Lu Jingming extended his right hand, a refreshing smile playing on his lips.

Bingbing shook his hand gracefully, her eyes darting with charm.

"You are too polite, Mr. Lu. The media outlets wanting to enter the gates of Xinghai now could probably line up all the way to the Huangpu River."

The two stood in front of the main factory building exchanging pleasantries, the sunlight casting a golden rim around them.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman, the scene was as pleasing to the eye as an idol drama.

By a flower bed not far away, Chu Xuan nudged Dazhuang's arm.

"See that? Even standing next to a famous CCTV anchor, our Mr. Lu's aura is undeniable."

Chu Xuan smacked his lips, "Once this footage airs, he'll probably reel in another wave of female fans."

After the pleasantries, the cameraman shouldered his equipment and followed behind, turning on the camera.

This was a live broadcast simultaneously reaching netizens and television viewers across the country.

"Mr. Lu, could you first take us to see Xinghai's production line?" Bingbing smiled sweetly at the camera.

"Our viewers are very curious about the magical workshop that produced the xinghai gen 2."

"No problem, this way please."

Lu Jingming gestured and led the group to push open the fire door of Workshop No. 1.

The roar of machinery rushed toward them instantly.

Three fully automated assembly lines operated like tireless steel beasts, with mechanical arms waving frantically.

The workers' eyes were focused, their movements so fast they left afterimages; not even one looked up as the camera swept past.

Bingbing keenly noticed a dozen or so folding cots neatly stacked in the corner.

"Mr. Lu, are the employees… living in the factory?" She widened her eyes slightly, her face full of surprise.

"It's voluntary," Lu Jingming shrugged, his tone sounding somewhat helpless.

"I gave out some bonuses a couple of days ago, and they insisted on working three shifts to max out production capacity. I couldn't stop them."

Bingbing covered her mouth and chuckled.

She had done her homework before coming; that was a massive cash bonus equivalent to five years of salary per person.

This wasn't just overtime; this was clearly working for someone who truly understood and valued them.

After touring the workshop, the group headed straight to the software laboratory.

Pushing open the glass door, they saw discarded circuit boards scattered all over the floor.

Xia Weiliang was sitting cross-legged on a swivel chair, barefoot, her hair a mess like a bird's nest, typing away at code.

"Weiliang, stop for a second, we have guests." Lu Jingming tapped the back of her chair.

Xia Weiliang didn't even turn her head, her eyes glued firmly to the C language code filling the screen.

"Wait a minute! I'm testing system concurrency! I'm just two lines of code away from getting it to run!"

This pure tech-geek behavior of leaving a CCTV reporter hanging left the cameraman stunned.

Bingbing didn't mind at all; instead, she found this girl's studious spirit quite endearing.

She leaned forward to look at the xinghai gen 2 on the table with its back cover removed.

"Is this the legendary Xinghai OS that uses the 'Tombstone Mechanism'?"

Bingbing curiously extended her finger and lightly swiped across the screen.

The silky, satin-like resistance was transmitted from her fingertip to her brain instantly.

She opened over a dozen background apps in one go, and the phone remained smooth without the slightest lag.

"It's amazing!" Bingbing exclaimed, her beautiful eyes wide.

"This is completely different from the phones we usually use that take three seconds to respond after a tap; it's a product from a different era!"

Lu Jingming pulled over a high-magnification industrial microscope and pushed the phone screen under the lens.

"It's not just the system, look at this screen that caused us to be cut off by Samsung."

The camera aimed at the microscope's eyepiece.

The millions of netizens in the live stream clearly saw the tightly interlocking, grain-free diamond pixel array.

The colors were rich, and the edges were as smooth as an oil painting.

The bullet comments instantly exploded; the screen was completely covered with "Awesome" and "Pride of National Products."

The tour ended, and the exclusive interview officially began.

The location was chosen as Lu Jingming's spacious and bright CEO office.

The two sat on leather sofas with a mahogany tea table between them.

The red light turned on; the highlight moment of the national broadcast had arrived.

Bingbing adjusted her sitting posture, her expression becoming professional and serious.

She looked at the question card in her hand, then looked up, staring straight at Lu Jingming.

"Mr. Lu, a while ago, Xinghai Technology suddenly faced a supply cutoff from the multinational giant, Samsung Group."

Bingbing's voice was crisp and clear as she posed the question that netizens nationwide were most concerned about.

"Faced with the desperate situation of suppression by foreign capital and mockery from peers, Xinghai didn't just survive; it independently developed the world's number one retina screen."

She leaned forward slightly, admiration sparkling in her eyes.

"Everyone is curious, how did you strategize and lead Xinghai to complete this desperate counterattack?"

"Is there some grand corporate strategic layout behind this?"

As soon as this question was asked.

Chu Xuan and Dazhuang, watching in front of their computers, clenched their fists tightly in excitement.

What a great opportunity!

As long as Lu Jingming followed the lead and talked at length about the resilience of national enterprises and the grand blueprint of serving the country through technology.

Xinghai's brand image would definitely be elevated by several dimensions and directly placed on a pedestal.

The camera was locked tight on Lu Jingming's young, handsome face.

Lu Jingming leaned back on the sofa, his fingers crossed on his knees.

He didn't sit upright like a traditional entrepreneur, nor did he prepare a long-winded, inspirational speech.

He chuckled, a sense of nonchalance revealing itself in his eyes that made one's scalp tingle.

"A grand strategic layout?"

Lu Jingming shook his head, a smile with a hint of mockery curling at the corners of his lips.

"Reporter Bingbing, you think too highly of me. Actually, I really didn't think that much at the time."

Bingbing was taken aback, and her hand holding the microphone paused slightly.

"You didn't think that much? Then how did you manage to stay ahead at every step?"

Lu Jingming shifted to a more comfortable position, his eyes staring straight into the pitch-black camera lens.

As if piercing through the screen to look at those big-company executives currently watching in front of their televisions.

"It's really not that I'm so amazing."

He spread his hands, his tone so sincere it made people want to hit him.

"It's mainly because the current competitors are too weak."

As soon as this sentence was spoken.

The air in the office seemed to be sucked dry, quiet to a terrifying degree.

The cameraman's hand shook, almost knocking his equipment off balance.

Lu Jingming didn't care whether others could handle it or not; he continued to output his infuriating, outrageous statements.

"At the beginning, I just wanted to make a phone that doesn't lag."

He sighed, appearing very regretful about this market that had no challenge at all.

"Who knew they couldn't even meet such a simple requirement."

Lu Jingming looked at the camera, his tone filled with a sense of 'humblebrag.'

"I casually put together a Tombstone Mechanism, and it became the number one system."

"I casually went to Shenzhen, found a bankrupt factory, invested some capital, and produced the world's number one screen."

He shrugged, his smile arrogant.

"We are all in the same industry, and I wanted to give them some face."

"But they can't even copy my homework properly. This makes my victory feel so unfulfilling."

Lu Jingming gave a slight smile at the camera.

"I hope the competitors will step up their game; don't let me get too bored."

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

Two seconds later, the Tencent Video live stream room froze and went black.

The number of bullet comments from netizens instantly exceeded the server's capacity.

"Holy f*ck, holy f*ck, holy f*ck! The King of Flex has descended!"

"Casually did it and became number one? Listen to that, is that even human language!"

"That's killing the person and punishing the heart! This slap was delivered directly to the face of the entire mobile phone industry!"

"Mr. Lu's flex is so smooth and transparent, it's truly unprecedented and unrepeatable!"

Meanwhile, in a high-end club in Beijing.

Fatty Xu had just finished drinking with a few agents and was leaning on the sofa in a private room watching the live stream.

Upon hearing the phrase "the competitors are too weak," his eyes suddenly bulged out.

"Pfft—"

Fatty Xu sprayed the tea he had just sipped all over the large LCD TV across from him.

"What is he being arrogant about! What is he being arrogant about!"

Fatty Xu grabbed the purple clay teacup on the table and smashed it fiercely on the floor.

Shards flew everywhere; he was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he clutched his heart, gasping for air.

"This brat is pointing at our noses and calling us trash!"

Seoul, South Korea, Samsung Headquarters Building.

Lee Jae-yong, who had just woken up a few days ago, was lying in a hospital bed reading the briefing sent back from the Greater China Region.

The TV was also broadcasting this interview.

When he heard the translator trembling as they translated Lu Jingming's line about "casually going to Shenzhen and finding a bankrupt factory to become world number one."

The muscles on Lee Jae-yong's face began to twitch violently.

This wasn't an interview.

This was clearly taking the self-esteem that Samsung Group had spent billions of dollars to build, throwing it on the ground, and grinding it into the dirt with the soles of his shoes!

"Sibal!"

Lee Jae-yong roared, grabbed the remote control, and smashed it hard against the TV screen.

With a dull "bang," the screen cracked, and it went completely black.

Inside the Xinghai CEO office.

Deep in Lu Jingming's mind, the system's mechanical voice rang out incessantly like a violent symphony.

[Ding! Detected that Fatty Xu of Bolang Mobile is infuriated, and his Dao heart has collapsed again!]

[Ding! The crown prince of Samsung Group smashed the TV in anger and is plunged into deep humiliation!]

[Ding! Netizens nationwide are experiencing intense emotional fluctuations; the title of 'King of Flex' has taken root in their hearts!]

[Congratulations to the host! You have obtained a massive amount of collective defense-break points: 850,000 points!]

Listening to these wonderful notification sounds, Lu Jingming felt incredibly comfortable.

Just by flexing, he could earn over 800,000 points; this business was truly too profitable.

Bingbing, sitting opposite him, had a hard time holding back her laughter; her facial expression management almost failed.

She had worked at CCTV for so many years and had seen countless low-key and reserved entrepreneurs.

Someone like Lu Jingming, who wore his arrogance on his forehead yet made it impossible for people to refute him, was the first she had encountered.

"Mr. Lu is indeed straightforward."

Bingbing tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and, following his lead, pushed the exclusive interview to its climax.

Her eyes darted around, and her lively eyes sparkled with curiosity and inquiry.

Bingbing leaned forward slightly, holding the microphone, a playful smile curling the corners of her lips.

"Since the domestic competitors are too weak and there are no longer any opponents that you find interesting."

She looked straight into Lu Jingming's eyes and threw out the final, fatal question.

"Then, may I ask, Mr. Lu, where does Xinghai Technology plan to go next?"