Chapter 55: Starsea Pro Debuts, the World's First True Full-Screen Phone

A crisp snapping sound slammed into the entire venue through the top-tier sound system.

As soon as the sound faded, hundreds of floodlights in the sports center went out with a "whoosh."

The sudden darkness made tens of thousands of audience members subconsciously hold their breath.

Even the clicking camera flashes paused for a moment.

Behind the stage, that two-story-high giant circular screen softly lit up with a cold blue glimmer.

Points of light converged and elongated in the center of the screen.

Accompanied by a tech-inspired low-frequency sound effect, a metallic frame with a sharp luster slowly emerged.

It rotated at a constant speed against the black background.

From the side to the back, the deep glass back panel refracted a luster as warm and smooth as jade.

Immediately after, the image flipped violently.

The front of the device slammed into everyone's field of vision.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

It was a deathly silence, where even a needle dropping on the floor could be heard.

Charlie's body, leaning against the back of his chair, stiffened abruptly.

His fingers loosened.

The expensive voice recorder hit the chair leg with a "clatter" and rolled under the front row seats, but he didn't even glance at it.

The bearded man opened his mouth wide, his beard trembling slightly.

He held his telephoto camera, eyes fixed intently on the big screen through the viewfinder, forgetting even to breathe.

"Is... is this a mobile phone?"

Charlie swallowed dryly, his voice as hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

The device on the screen completely shattered their perception.

There was no dense T9 keypad.

No joystick, no directional buttons.

Even the wide plastic chin under the screen used to house buttons was gone.

A single piece of deep, pure glass was spread almost perfectly from the top of the device to the very bottom.

The bezel was so narrow it was just a black line.

No unnecessary embellishments, no complicated designs.

It was just a clean, transparent screen that occupied almost the entire front.

In the eyes of these foreigners, "Made in China" had always been associated with "plastic," "cheap," and "LED strips."

But now, the machine displayed on the big screen was like a futuristic creation plucked straight out of a sci-fi movie.

This industrial design, which spanned an entire era, tore their stereotypes to shreds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the future."

Lu Jingming's voice sounded steadily in the darkness.

A spotlight shone down, enveloping him in a pillar of light.

He stood with one hand in his pocket, looking up at the big screen.

"For the past few decades, everyone has been accustomed to hanging a cumbersome keyboard on the lower half of their mobile phones."

Lu Jingming turned around, facing the pale-faced foreign media reporters in the audience.

"For the sake of buttons, you sacrificed the screen, sacrificed your field of vision, and even sacrificed aesthetics."

He took a step and paced slowly along the edge of the stage.

"I heard that Silicon Valley, on the other side of the ocean, has also been figuring out some new tricks lately."

Lu Jingming scoffed, his tone filled with undisguised mockery.

"They cut off the physical keyboard, but left a chin under the screen large enough to park an aircraft carrier."

"And that big, dumb, black screen bezel—it's wide enough for a horse race."

As soon as these words were spoken, the four Apple engineers in the audience wearing duckbill caps turned deathly pale.

Cold sweat broke out instantly on the Blonde Captain's forehead.

What Lu Jingming was describing was exactly the first-generation iPhone they were preparing to release in three days!

The industrial design they were so proud of looked like a piece of bronze just unearthed compared to this Full-screen Display render.

"That's not a revolution; that's squeezing toothpaste."

Lu Jingming stopped and held up a finger.

"The true future should have no boundaries."

He pointed at the big screen behind him, his voice rising sharply, exuding an air of dominance.

"xinghai pro. The world's first true Full-screen Display mobile phone."

Boom!

The roar in the venue finally erupted at this moment.

Tens of thousands of audience members jumped up from their chairs like crazy, waving their arms and roaring.

"Full-screen Display! This is what you call all screen!"

"It's too beautiful! This exterior design instantly kills all the machines currently on the market!"

"Xinghai is awesome! Mr. Lu, I'll kowtow to you!"

In the domestic live stream, the barrage was so thick that the video footage couldn't even be seen.

"Aren't the foreigners arrogant? Didn't they say they were redefining mobile phones? Come out and walk a few steps!"

"The foreigners on YouTube have already wet themselves! I just switched over to check, and they're all posting 'Oh my god'!"

In the control room.

Chu Xuan was holding a laptop, slapping the table with joy.

"Ms. Shen! We slapped their faces so hard this time! Look at those foreign media outside; their faces have turned green!"

Shen Qingqiu stood in front of the monitoring screen, arms crossed.

Her gold-rimmed glasses reflected a cold light, which couldn't hide the glimmer of appreciation in her eyes.

"Industrial design is just a stepping stone. This card that Lu Jingming played hit the foreigners' Achilles' heel."

She knew the arrogance of those Western giants too well.

Today, Xinghai slapped them hard in the field they were most proud of.

In the audience, the foreign media reporter section was in chaos.

After the shock, what followed was intense skepticism and unwillingness to accept reality.

They absolutely did not believe that a private Chinese enterprise could produce such top-tier packaging technology that crushed Silicon Valley.

"Fake! This is absolutely fake!"

A male reporter from The New York Times stood up abruptly, shouting at the top of his lungs in English.

He pointed at Lu Jingming on the stage, his face flushed red.

"Mr. Lu! This is nothing more than a 3D concept render made on a computer!"

The reporter shouted provocatively, trying to regain the last shred of dignity for the foreigners.

"This kind of narrow-bezel packaging technology does not exist in the world right now!"

"Are you trying to fool the whole world with a semi-finished model that can't be manufactured?"

Once this reporter shouted, the surrounding colleagues echoed him one after another.

"That's right! Where is the physical product? Bring it out and let us see!"

The man in the duckbill cap also breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Captain, Charles is right."

An Apple engineer next to him leaned in and lowered his voice.

"This kind of COF packaging technology is still stuck in the theoretical stage in our lab; how could they possibly mass-produce a real machine?"

The Blonde Captain nodded, his expression easing slightly.

"Right, he's just bluffing. Without a real machine, everything is just waste paper."

Facing the noise and obstruction from the audience.

Lu Jingming was not angry; instead, the smile on his face deepened.

He looked at the clamoring reporter from The New York Times as if looking at a clown.

"What is your name?" Lu Jingming asked calmly.

The reporter straightened his back.

"Charles, Chief Tech Reporter for The New York Times."

"Mr. Charles, your vision is too narrow."

Lu Jingming shook his head and switched the microphone to his left hand.

He slowly reached his right hand into the pocket of his faded jeans.

"Where you come from, it's called a concept."

He flipped his wrist and pulled a pitch-black object from his pocket.

"At Xinghai, this is called a ready-to-ship product."

Lu Jingming held the object in his hand above his head.

The lights converged on his palm.

It was a real machine.

The pitch-black screen radiated a deep luster under the spotlights.

The bezel, outlined by the light and shadow, was so thin it was almost invisible.

Charles was stunned, his mocking smile frozen on his lips.

Lu Jingming pressed his thumb against the side of the device.

"Whoosh."

The screen lit up instantly.

There was no flashy boot animation.

A deep starry sky wallpaper instantly covered the entire front.

The moment the screen lit up, the visual impact was ten times stronger than the render.

The retina-level ultra-high pixel density made the starry sky look so deep it felt like it could suck you in.

The narrow bezel was almost invisible; the entire phone looked like a piece of pure, glowing glass.

Charles' legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair.

He opened his mouth, like a fish out of water, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.

It was actually manufactured.

It wasn't a concept machine, not a model.

It was a real Full-screen Display mobile phone that could be turned on and used at any time!

The camera flashes in the venue turned it into daylight.

The telephoto lenses of the cameras locked tightly onto the screen in Lu Jingming's hand.

"What the hell... how did these Chinese people manage to do this?"

The bearded man was frantically pressing the shutter, muttering to himself.

"This packaging technology is simply incredible."

The edge of the spotlight swept precisely over that row of disguised Apple engineers.

The camera flashed across the big screen.

These four people sat in their chairs, their bodies shaking like a sieve.

The cold sweat on their foreheads reflected a greasy light under the lamps.

The Blonde Captain's face was as pale as if it had been plastered with a thick layer of wall putty.

They knew that Apple had lost.

In terms of industrial design, they had been unilaterally slaughtered by this machine.

As long as this machine walked off the launch stage today, that iPhone in their hands, which was supposed to redefine mobile phones, would instantly become an antique from the last century.

"Captain..."

The young Apple engineer next to him swallowed dryly, his voice filled with a crying tone.

"The Full-screen Display is real, and the packaging is real. How are we going to explain this to Mr. Cook when we go back?"

The Blonde Captain gritted his teeth, staring at the lit-up screen on the stage.

He was unwilling to accept this, still making a final struggle.

"What are you panicking about!"

The Blonde Captain lowered his voice, cursing viciously.

"It's just a screen; without physical buttons, let's see how he unlocks it?"

He stared intently at the big screen.

"Touchscreens are prone to accidental touches. Without a physical Home button and without physical feedback, this device is just a piece of trash that will randomly dial calls when kept in a pocket!"

After hearing this, the young engineer regained a bit of confidence.

He looked up at Lu Jingming on the stage.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

His voice sounded as if someone had grabbed his throat, trembling as it squeezed out of his throat.

"Cap-Captain..."

The engineer pointed at the big screen, cold sweat streaming down "whoosh."

"He... his finger, touched the bottom of the screen."