32: Chapter 32: Getting Ready to Smash the Party!

The 150 security guards on duty were all dumbfounded.

Hundreds of aunties and uncles holding their rice bowls froze in place, forgetting to chew.

This speed, this commotion, absolutely did not belong to this pile of scrap metal.

"Brake!" Lu Chen shouted sharply.

Da Biao slammed his foot down on the brake pedal.

The screeching sound of brake pads rubbing echoed throughout the entire complex.

The car's four wheels locked up, sliding forward over a dozen meters before coming to a halt.

Because of the massive braking inertia, a rusty iron handle on the car door fell off and hit the ground on the spot.

Dust filled the car's cabin.

Da Biao panted heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His hands left the steering wheel, shaking uncontrollably, trembling with excitement.

Lu Chen pushed the car door open and stepped out.

He looked down at the two thick, pitch-black tire tracks on the ground.

He was very satisfied.

"Old Zhou." Lu Chen patted the car's body.

"Here! President Lu!"

Old Zhou trotted over, his legs still shaking from fright.

"Continue assembling the shells in the factory. Don't stop. Work two shifts and push through."

Lu Chen turned to look at Da Biao. "Da Biao, call fifty brothers and follow me in the trucks."

Da Biao slammed his fist hard onto the broken steering wheel. "Going to crash the party!"

Lu Chen didn't deny it and sat back in the passenger seat. "Go to the city center."

Jiangcheng City Center. International Convention and Exhibition Center.

This was the city's highest-spec, most expensive luxury venue.

At this moment, luxury cars were gathered outside, and security was tight.

The inside of the exhibition hall was covered in red carpets.

Huge crystal chandeliers cast bright, cold light.

Long dining tables were filled with tall champagne towers and exquisite Western-style pastries.

This was a feast that absolutely belonged to the upper-class capital.

Sitting on the leather sofas in the front row were all the procurement heads from major new energy vehicle manufacturers across the province and even the nation.

In the back rows, over a hundred high-definition cameras from various media outlets were densely set up, with flashes going off one after another.

In the center of the stage was a huge LCD screen.

On it, the iconic deep blue eagle logo of the Morgan Consortium flickered constantly.

Next to it was a set of extremely beautiful technical data charts marked in golden colors.

Today, Wang Teng had abandoned his usual tacky, nouveau riche attire.

He had specially changed into a custom-made deep blue suit with dark patterns, and his hair was slicked back meticulously with hair wax.

He stood in the very front center of the stage.

Behind him stood three blonde, blue-eyed technical representatives from the Morgan Consortium, their chins held high.

Wang Teng held a custom microphone in his hand, his face full of that arrogant, all-controlling condescension.

"Distinguished guests. Friends from the media."

Wang Teng's voice was steady, with a calm smile on the corners of his lips.

"Today is a day worth remembering for the entire new energy industry."

Wang Teng turned sideways, raising his hand to point at the jumping data on the screen behind him.

"After months of working day and night, with the full support of the Morgan Consortium's top technical expert team in the Asia-Pacific region."

Wang Teng deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "Morgan Consortium."

"Tengfei Electronics has developed the latest generation of Future Light fast-charging lithium batteries!"

Enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, who were extremely cooperative.

Procurement heads from several major factories whispered to each other, nodding frequently.

"I know what core data everyone is most concerned about." Wang Teng pressed his hand down, signaling for the venue to be quiet.

"That is energy density."

Wang Teng raised one index finger.

"Compared to all mainstream battery products currently on the market, our new battery has increased its energy density by a full ten percent!" Wang Teng announced loudly, raising his voice.

The flashes of over a hundred cameras went off frantically again.

A pot-bellied executive of a new energy vehicle company in the front row stood up.

"President Wang, this ten percent increase is indeed not easy."

"But this also means the vehicle's range will only increase by at most fifty or sixty kilometers."

"Do you have an absolute advantage in terms of price?"

Wang Teng smiled, smiling with confidence.

"President Liu, this question hits the nail on the head."

Wang Teng paced on the stage.

"Behind us stands the Morgan Consortium's global material supply chain."

"To all the executives present, as long as you sign the procurement intent contract on the spot today."

"For the same specifications and parameters, Tengfei Electronics' supply price will be five points lower than the current market average!"

The audience was instantly in an uproar, followed by thunderous applause.

This was already naked capital dumping and market manipulation.

Giving competitors no way to survive; this was the terrifying confidence provided by a multinational giant's endorsement.

A short-haired female reporter in the back row immediately stood up, holding a microphone.

"Hello, President Wang, I am a live reporter for the Jiangcheng Economic Channel."

"Recently, a foundry named Chenguang Electronics in this city has been very active online."

The female reporter spoke very fast.

"They have publicly recruited a large number of unemployed college students and have claimed to be developing a Solid-state battery. How do you evaluate this local competitor?"

Upon hearing the words "Chenguang Electronics," the gentle smile on Wang Teng's face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely disdainful sneer.

He had been waiting for this question for a long time.

This was a shill he had arranged beforehand.

If he didn't step on Lu Chen's corpse to rise, how could this ten percent parameter advantage be highlighted?

Wang Teng held the microphone with one hand.

"Competitor?"

Wang Teng shook his head sarcastically. "My reporter friend, you think too highly of them. Do they even deserve to be called competitors?"

The whole venue went quiet.

All the camera lenses, long and short, zoomed in, aiming at Wang Teng.

"That is just the boss of a low-end mobile phone case foundry facing bankruptcy liquidation. It's just a clumsy trick played to attract attention and deceive people for sympathy."

Wang Teng snorted coldly.

"Scientific research is a serious matter. It requires top-tier clean laboratories, teams of returned overseas PhDs from double first-class universities, and long-term burning of large capital."

Wang Teng raised his hand and pointed to the foreign technical representatives behind him, who had their noses in the air.

"The reason we were able to achieve this ten percent technological breakthrough is thanks to the accumulated efforts of hundreds of international material experts from the Morgan Consortium."

Wang Teng turned around abruptly, staring straight into the live broadcast camera.

"What kind of character is this person named Lu Chen? He recruited a bunch of bottom-tier college students who couldn't even get a university degree and whose technical schools were about to shut down."

"He found a dilapidated factory, bought a few second-hand machines, and dares to shamelessly claim he's building a Solid-state battery?"

Many peers in the audience let out a burst of harsh mocking laughter.

"Asking college students to build high-precision, cutting-edge new energy batteries is as ridiculous as asking a beggar on the street to build an aircraft carrier!"

Wang Teng raised his voice again.

"This is purely a clown putting on a show!"

The female reporter continued to follow the script and ask.

"But the internet says they have been purchasing large quantities of parts recently. It seems they are really carrying out physical assembly and research."

Wang Teng laughed heartily, laughing until he bent over.

"Buying parts to assemble?"

"Even if I were to show mercy today and give our full set of imported core blueprints to that group of bottom-tier college students for free."

"They wouldn't even be able to recognize the English abbreviations on the manual!"

Wang Teng went full-on attack mode, mocking everyone.

"Do they know what an electrochemical model is? Can they understand material microscopic crystal structures?"

"A bunch of brain-dead losers who only deserve to work in a workshop selling their physical labor to screw in bolts, and they dare to come and try to leech off new energy technology?"

Wang Teng strode to the very front edge of the stage, scanning the audience with an extremely insolent gaze.

He knew that hundreds of thousands of netizens were watching this live broadcast across the entire internet.

He wanted to stomp Lu Chen and Chenguang Electronics Factory into the cesspit at this highest-profile moment under the spotlight.

"Today, taking advantage of the live broadcast across the entire internet, I, Wang Teng, will put it this way."

Wang Teng pointed towards the luxurious gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

"If those ignorant technical students from Chenguang Electronics Factory can really use their hands to build a piece of scrap metal that can even light up a light bulb!"

Wang Teng patted his suit chest hard.

"I, Wang Teng, today, in front of the whole internet, will chew up the pure copper gate of this Convention and Exhibition Center and swallow it on the spot!"

His words were sonorous, and the whole venue was in an uproar.

Several procurement executives took the lead in cheering loudly.

Wang Teng thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of being in the spotlight.

He opened his arms, smiling as he prepared to welcome even more thunderous applause and adulation.

Just at this moment.

Just at that second when all the reporters were frantically pressing their shutters, and the flashes were lighting up the place like daylight.

"Screech—"

A sound of extremely shrill, extremely piercing metal friction screeching suddenly came from the wide welcome plaza outside the Convention and Exhibition Center.

This noise was terrifyingly loud. It even directly penetrated the Convention and Exhibition Center's extremely expensive, thick soundproof glass curtain wall.

It was a terrifying sound of tire friction, like a steel beast tearing through the road surface.

Mixed within it was the crazy howling of an ultra-high-frequency motor reaching its critical speed point, about to explode.

Even the huge crystal chandeliers on the venue's ceiling vibrated with a hum.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, and the thunderous applause came to an abrupt halt.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned in unison, staring fixedly at the tightly closed pure copper gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

This commotion did not sound like it was made by a civilian car at all.

It sounded more like a completely out-of-control armed fighter jet slamming heavily onto the stone plaza outside.

The arrogant, unbridled smile on Wang Teng's face froze instantly.

The microphone was still held in mid-air, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

The screeching sound on the plaza outside not only didn't stop.

Instead, it got closer and closer, carrying a destructive, violent aura of killing gods and Buddhas, rushing straight towards the gate.