Chapter 56. The executives at Guozijia were sweating bullets watching from below the stage.

The Blonde Captain looked in the direction the young engineer was pointing.

On the big screen, that lit-up xinghai pro was emitting a deep blue light.

No big black bezels, no wide chin.

A single piece of pure glass screen, perfectly embedded in a metal frame, like a pool of lake water about to overflow.

And Lu Jingming's thumb was firmly pressed against the glass at the very bottom of the screen.

The Blonde Captain gripped his knees tightly, his fingernails nearly digging into his flesh, his knuckles turning white.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, dripping onto the collar of his gray casual clothes.

"This packaging technology is at least two and a half generations ahead of us."

His Adam's Apple bobbed violently, his voice as hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of coarse sand.

"If Mr. Cook saw this, he would definitely flip the tables in the design department."

Several Apple engineers huddled in the corner, their hands and feet cold.

This wasn't just a difference in screen size; it was a dimensional reduction massacre of the entire mobile phone manufacturing philosophy.

After a brief silence, the Donghai City New International Expo Center completely exploded.

It was as if a depth charge had been dropped on the tens of thousands of audience members.

The roar of the crowd instantly blew off the dome, vibrating people's eardrums until they ached.

Everyone waved their glow sticks frantically, screaming at the top of their lungs, and the barriers in the front row creaked under the pressure.

"Is this f*cking alien technology?!"

"A single piece of glass used directly as the front? Mr. Lu has brought science fiction movies into reality!"

"With this look and this screen-to-body ratio, I declare that phones with keyboards are officially dead!"

In the domestic livestream, the barrage of comments was so thick it looked like a solid white wall.

The alarm lights in the server backend were flashing non-stop, and the popularity index was skyrocketing crazily.

"Apple fans, come out and show yourselves! Where is your true god? Bring it out and compare!"

"Where did that foreigner who was yelling earlier go? Doesn't that slap to the face hurt?"

On overseas video streaming platforms, the originally arrogant English comments also saw large areas of silence.

Foreign netizens, separated by the internet, were left scalp-tinglingly shocked by this futuristic machine.

"God, my BlackBerry looks like a brick in front of it!"

"This must be computer special effects; Chinese people couldn't possibly build something like this!"

Inside the venue, the foreign media reporter area was in chaos.

The bearded man frantically pressed the camera shutter, and the flashes merged into a blinding daylight.

Charles from The New York Times slumped in his chair, sweat dripping down his high nose bridge from his forehead.

He stared fixedly at the machine, his brain racing.

No, this didn't make sense.

Chinese assembly plants can't even make a decent flip-phone hinge, so how could they leap across eras to create a Full-screen Display?

This machine must have a fatal flaw.

Charles grabbed his voice recorder and sprang up from his chair.

"Quiet! This is definitely a half-baked model that looks good but is useless!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs in English.

This sudden outburst tore a hole through the noisy venue.

The audience in the front row stopped cheering and turned to look at the red-faced foreigner.

Charles strode out of his seat, pointing at Lu Jingming on stage, his face full of provocation.

"Mr. Lu, this sleight of hand might fool the laymen, but it can't fool us professional tech journalists!"

He held up his old-fashioned full-keyboard phone and tapped the keys heavily.

"Making the entire front a screen is certainly a good gimmick to attract attention."

Charles grew more confident as he spoke, even sneering out loud.

"But when a phone is in your pocket, without physical buttons as a barrier, the slightest pressure on the screen will cause it to make random calls."

He stepped forward, looking up at the stage.

"May I ask, regarding this so-called Full-screen Display, how are users supposed to prevent accidental touches? And how are they supposed to unlock the screen?"

Charles spread his hands, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Without physical buttons, are we supposed to control it with our minds? This is clearly a useless piece of junk that can't be put into use!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the four undercover Apple engineers in the audience collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

The Blonde Captain raised his hand and wiped the cold, greasy sweat from his forehead.

His tense nerves relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up again.

He leaned back in his chair and whispered into the young engineer's ear.

"Charles hit the nail on the head."

The Blonde Captain snorted coldly, his eyes regaining their arrogance.

"These Chinese people are only focused on stacking screen area; they haven't considered the core interaction logic at all."

The young engineer also started to laugh.

"Captain is right. Mr. Steve spent three whole months finalizing the underlying algorithm for screen unlocking."

He looked at the xinghai pro on stage with a face full of disdain.

"They don't even have a home button; even if this machine lights up, it's just a piece of scrap metal. It's impossible to use."

The few of them exchanged glances, their worries completely dispelled.

They overreached.

This is the price one must pay for stealing the spotlight and creating gimmicks.

On the side of the stage.

Chu Xuan was rubbing his hands in anxiety, the back of his floral shirt soaked with sweat.

"General Manager Shen, this foreigner has such a nasty mouth! He's picking on us specifically!"

Chu Xuan craned his neck to look at the stage, stomping his feet in anxiety.

"Unlocking is a huge problem; didn't our previous engineering prototype keep freezing?"

Shen Qingqiu was wearing a sharp, dark gray suit, her arms crossed over her chest.

She pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, the lenses reflecting the cold light of the stage.

"Shut up and watch the show."

Shen Qingqiu's gaze was fixed on the tall, upright figure on stage.

"When has Lu Jingming ever fought a battle he wasn't prepared for?"

Under the spotlight.

Lu Jingming wasn't wearing a suit, still in that black T-shirt and jeans, exuding a sense of casualness.

Facing Charles's aggression, he didn't get angry, nor was he in a hurry to have security kick him out.

He unhurriedly switched the microphone to his left hand.

His right hand held the xinghai pro, spinning it nimbly on his fingertips.

"Reporter Charles from The New York Times, right?"

Lu Jingming lowered his head slightly, his eyes looking as if he were watching a bumpkin who had just arrived in the city.

"Your question is excellent. It fully demonstrates that your imagination regarding phone forms is still stuck in the last century."

The whole venue erupted in laughter, and Charles's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Don't just run your mouth here!"

Charles refused to back down, pointing at the machine.

"If you can't come up with a solution, this Full-screen Display of yours is just a piece of garbage concept to scam investors!"

Lu Jingming shook his head, letting out a slight sigh.

He ignored Charles and turned to walk toward the high-definition camera in the center of the stage.

Lu Jingming held the xinghai pro in his hand steadily in front of the lens.

On the big screen behind him, that deep glass screen was magnified countless times.

The metal frame at the bottom of the device, and the narrow gap below the screen—every detail was clearly visible.

"Accidental touch prevention relies on the underlying touch-blocking algorithm."

Lu Jingming stared at the lens, his eyes becoming playful.

The corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit, revealing a cunning smile.

The Blonde Captain in the audience sat up straight, gripping the armrests with both hands.

Charles also stretched his neck, not even blinking.

The tens of thousands of people in the venue, along with the millions of netizens in the livestream, all held their breath.

Lu Jingming extended the thumb of his right hand.

The pad of his thumb gently touched the very bottom edge of the screen.

"As for unlocking?"

Lu Jingming's voice traveled through the speakers across the venue, exuding an arrogance of dimensional reduction attack.

"Who told you that unlocking this thing requires buttons?"