Chapter 90 Google Attempts to Block GMS Services, Xinghai Was Prepared

Lu Jingming tossed the half-eaten Apple core into the wastebasket.

"Thump." A muffled sound.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his fingers unhurriedly, then leaned back into his executive chair.

Chu Xuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

The hem of his floral shirt stuck to his belly, rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

"Lu, Boss Lu, what are you spacing out for!"

He slammed his hands onto the coffee table, making the water cup wobble.

"Those foreigners are really going to return the goods. The tablets we worked so hard to ship over are all going to be a total loss now!"

Shen Qingqiu walked over in her high heels and pushed an English notice under Lu Jingming's nose.

She had pinched the edges of the paper so hard that several wrinkles had formed.

"Google has suspended our GMS service authorization."

Shen Qingqiu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses as they slid down, the gold frames reflecting the white light from the window.

"Without Google Maps, we can't watch YouTube videos, and we can't even search for overseas websites."

She bit her red lip, her breathing heavy.

"Our machines overseas are now just black glass that can't connect to the internet."

Lu Jingming picked up the paper and scanned it twice.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it lightly back onto the coffee table.

"Did you guys forget what we relied on to turn the tables when those bastards in Huaqiangbei cut off our channels back then?"

He crossed his fingers over his abdomen, a lazy curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Chu Xuan was stunned, scratching his greasy center-parted hair.

"You mean... relying on you cursing at people online in broken English?"

"Get lost."

Lu Jingming grabbed the signature pen from the desk and threw it at him.

The plastic pen hit Chu Xuan's shoulder, bounced off, and landed on the carpet.

Lu Jingming stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling traffic below.

"We relied on the underlying system code. We can build the hardware ourselves, so they think they can kill us with the software?"

He tilted his head and gestured with his chin toward the door.

"Go to the underground lab and drag Xia Weiliang up here."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, in an office building in Silicon Valley.

The coffee machine dripped brown dregs.

Several foreign reporters were staring at their computer screens, typing furiously, the sound of keystrokes merging into one.

On the homepage of The New York Times, there was a bold English headline: "The Oriental Myth Shattered, Xinghai Devices Become Scrap Metal."

Twitter was already in chaos.

Foreigners who had bought the xinghai pad from scalpers at high prices were so angry they threw their mice and vented crazily in the comment section.

"F*ck! My Google app suite won't open! It crashes the moment I open it!"

"Refund! This Chinese tablet can't even guide the way, did I buy it to use as a cutting board?"

"Nice job, Google, drive these Chinese thieves who only know how to copy out of our network!"

In the corridors of Google headquarters.

Andy Rubin held half a glass of champagne, listening to his assistant read the online comments, the curve of his mouth widening.

Back to the Xinghai Technology CEO's office.

The two solid wood doors were kicked open, slamming against the wall with a muffled thud.

Xia Weiliang stepped onto the Persian rug barefoot.

She was holding a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles, and a few drops of yellow pickled cabbage soup were stained on her lab coat.

Her messy hair was haphazardly twisted behind her head with a ballpoint pen.

"Urge, urge, urge, are you trying to kill me?"

She set the noodle bowl on the coffee table and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"I just finished the closed loop for that set of underlying code, and you interrupted it."

Lu Jingming walked over and tapped the tabletop with his bent fingers.

"The foreigners cut off our internet. Bring out that stuff you've been hiding and let's take it for a spin."

Xia Weiliang burped, and the smell of pickled cabbage wafted through the air conditioning.

She fished a silver USB flash drive that shimmered with a cold light from her lab coat pocket and slapped it onto the desktop.

Metal hit wood with a crisp sound.

"I've been prepared for a long time. If they dare to cut us off, I dare to pull the rug out from under them."

Chu Xuan leaned over, his eyes fixed on the USB drive.

"Hey, girl, what is this? Can I watch YouTube videos if I install this?"

"Watch your grandpa's YouTube."

Xia Weiliang snatched the xinghai pro phone from Lu Jingming's desk, plugged in the data cable, and shoved the USB drive in.

Her fingers flew across the screen.

In less than two minutes.

The phone screen flashed, restarted, and entered the main interface.

Shen Qingqiu stepped closer, her eyes glued to the screen.

The originally empty desktop now had a row of deep blue application icons.

Xinghai Video, Xinghai Maps, Xinghai Cloud.

"Click and see." Lu Jingming lifted his chin.

Chu Xuan wiped the sweat from his palms onto his pant legs.

He extended his index finger and tapped on the video icon.

The screen opened instantly, without even a spinning buffer animation.

A screen full of popular overseas video thumbnails was neatly arranged.

He swiped his finger up, and the waterfall flow scrolled as smoothly as butter on a hot pan.

Chu Xuan swallowed hard and clicked on a talk show video at random.

There were no pre-roll ads with a countdown of dozens of seconds.

The footage started cleanly and directly, playing in high definition.

"Holy sh*t!"

Chu Xuan slapped his thigh, his voice cracking.

"No ads? Then we're giving it to the foreigners for free, how are we going to make money!"

"Who cares about money right now, grab the users first."

Lu Jingming chuckled, took the phone, and clicked on the map icon.

A global 3D satellite map instantly covered the entire screen.

The haptic feedback when zooming in and out with two fingers was satisfying, and even the street view of a small alley was rendered clearly.

Xia Weiliang was picking at her fingernails on the side, not even looking up.

"Not only are there no ads. I've cut out all the underlying cache junk, and it uses half the memory of Google's garbage."

She lifted her eyelids, her eyes revealing the arrogance of a tech fanatic.

"As long as they use this Xinghai suite, the foreigners will never be able to quit it for the rest of their lives."

She reached out and swiped at the bottom of the screen.

A water-drop-shaped floating icon popped up, glowing with a faint blue light.

"What's this gadget?" Chu Xuan's eyes widened.

"You ignorant bumpkin."

Xia Weiliang rolled her eyes and shouted at the phone.

"AI Assistant, find me a burger place near San Francisco, California."

A female voice without much mechanical tone came from the phone's speaker.

"I have filtered the five highest-rated burger shops in the San Francisco Bay Area for you, and the navigation route has been generated."

Accompanied by the voice, the screen automatically switched to the map interface.

Several blue optimal routes were clearly drawn, and even traffic congestion was marked in red and yellow.

The room went silent for two seconds.

The sound of gasps echoed like a water pump.

"This, this, this, this machine understands human speech!"

Chu Xuan stammered, his tongue tied.

"You don't need to type, just command it with your mouth?"

Lu Jingming leaned against the edge of the table and smiled.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu.

"This is called an intelligent voice interaction algorithm."

He pointed to the screen, "Those rigid search engines of the foreigners still require typing on a keyboard. Our AI Assistant can turn them into lifestyle invalids who don't even want to move a finger."

Shen Qingqiu's breathing grew heavier, the collar of her white shirt rising and falling slightly.

She understood the lethality behind this.

This was equivalent to blasting a hole in Google's city walls with cannons and snatching all the citizens out.

Lu Jingming threw the phone back onto the table.

"Chu Xuan, go set up a cross-border live stream push."

He straightened the collar of his black T-shirt and walked to the blacked-out monitor.

"Max out the server bandwidth for me."

Lu Jingming stood with one hand in his pocket, a fierce light flashing in his eyes like a hunter closing the net.

"In half an hour, push an emergency OTA system update to all Xinghai devices overseas."

Half an hour later.

In a roadside cafe in Los Angeles, California.

A blonde young man was irritably pressing his xinghai pad, swearing as he prepared to turn it off and return it.

A blue window suddenly slid out from the top of the screen.

[Xinghai Ecosystem Native Service Package is ready. Restart to update?]

The young man cursed, and his finger tapped confirm heavily on the screen.

After the progress bar finished, the tablet screen lit up again.

He tried clicking on the brand-new Xinghai Video icon.

There were no annoying pop-up ads; he clicked in and played the talk show directly in high definition, smoothly without any lag.

He took a deep breath and clicked on the map again.

The positioning was so precise that even the palm tree at the entrance of the cafe where he was located was clearly marked with a 3D model.

The young man opened his mouth wide, and the coffee cup in his hand tilted.

The brown caramel macchiato spilled onto his jeans; he shuddered from the heat, but his eyes remained glued to the screen.

The trend on Twitter reversed instantly.

Posts complaining about returning the goods were firmly covered by another frenzy.

"God! This native software has no damn pre-roll ads! It's a hundred times smoother than YouTube!"

"The voice assistant is simply black magic! I just said one sentence, and it mapped out the route to the pizza shop!"

"Google is just a bullying thug! I'm not using your trash services anymore!"

"This Xinghai software is simply a work of art! I'm going to smash all the Android devices in my drawer!"

The rebellious heart of overseas netizens was completely ignited.

After experiencing the silky-smooth ad-free service, millions of users flocked to the Google software backend, furiously giving one-star reviews, and backhanded clicked uninstall.

In the Google headquarters building in Silicon Valley.

The champagne glass in Andy's hand fell to the floor, shattering into a pile of sparkling fragments.

He grabbed his tie tightly, his breathing short.

His eyeballs were covered with terrifying red bloodshots.

Looking at the cliff-like plunge in active user data on the backend dashboard, his legs went weak.

Andy slumped directly into his leather chair, his face as gray as a tombstone covered in moss.

The attempt to steal a chicken failed, and even his own rice jar was taken away.

In the CEO's office in Donghai City.

The computer screen was on, and the foreign media's cross-border connection window was still open.

Several blonde, blue-eyed hosts were dumbfounded.

Looking at the skyrocketing Xinghai ecosystem user data, they couldn't squeeze out a complete English word for a long time.

Lu Jingming leaned closer to the camera.

He raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and made a gun gesture at the lens.

His lips moved, spitting out a few cold English words.

"Welcome to the Xinghai era."

The casual voice smashed across the network cable, shattering Silicon Valley's last bit of arrogance.

Chu Xuan swallowed hard beside him.

He used the mouse to close the connection interface and wiped the oily sweat from his forehead.

Looking at Lu Jingming's dark-bellied profile, Chu Xuan's legs trembled a little.

"Boss Lu, Google has lost even its underwear this time."

He laughed dryly, "Who are we going to mess with next?"

Lu Jingming didn't turn around.

He reached out and picked up the plastic lighter on the table, "Click" to produce a faint blue flame.

The firelight illuminated the cold calculation in his eyes.

He blew out the flame, his voice falling lightly into the room.

"Those old men in Silicon Valley who make chips and systems must be having a small meeting right now, discussing how to kill us."

Lu Jingming turned his head, tugged at the corner of his mouth, and revealed half a row of white fangs.

"Guess, what are they most afraid of me doing right now?"