51: Chapter 51 The Arrogant Man's Revelry: Charge In Without Slowing Down!

City International Expo Center, Main Hall No. 1.

The venue was decorated with extreme luxury.

A huge crystal chandelier cast a cold white light.

The audience was packed with dozens of well-known media outlets, as well as executive representatives sent by major car companies.

Flashbulbs flickered crazily, and the entire venue's cameras and equipment were aimed at the center of the stage.

Wang Teng was wearing a custom-made suit worth one hundred thousand, striding up to the stage.

Behind him was a super-clear LED screen of over one hundred square meters, looping a promotional video with a strong sense of technology in blue.

Wang Teng picked up the microphone and walked to the very front of the stage.

"Everyone, look at the screen."

Wang Teng waved his hand.

A row of huge golden characters popped up on the screen.

"Ten minutes to fully charge, eight hundred kilometers of extreme range, this is the product that our Tengfei Electronics has brought out."

Wang Teng's voice spread throughout the venue, amplified by the speakers.

A gasp of cold air came from the audience.

An editor-in-chief of an automotive website in the front row stood up, holding a microphone and asked loudly.

"Mr. Wang, the parameters are too astonishing. I would like to ask on behalf of the vast number of car companies, what is the price range for this epoch-making battery?"

Wang Teng hooked a smug smile.

He slowly raised three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand RMB, not a cent of bargaining."

As soon as the words fell, the whole venue exploded.

The faces of several executives from domestic car companies changed on the spot, whispering to each other.

"Three hundred thousand per set? This is too unscrupulous!"

"Adding the chassis and motor, the total vehicle cost is heading towards five hundred thousand. Who is this car being built for?"

"Wang Teng is just robbing people!"

Listening to the discussions below, Wang Teng snorted disdainfully.

"Quiet!"

Wang Teng held the microphone, his gaze sweeping over the complaining car company executives.

"Expensive? That's your problem."

Wang Teng retorted unceremoniously, "This battery is benchmarked against the world's highest-end luxury market."

Wang Teng patted his chest.

"If you can't afford it, go build low-end commuter cars for twenty or thirty thousand. Our things are only sold to cutting-edge users who understand the industry and have the strength."

David, the Vice President of the Asia-Pacific region of the Morgan Consortium, sat on the VIP sofa in the first row.

He stood up slowly and took the microphone handed by the etiquette lady.

David spoke in stiff Chinese.

"Mr. Wang is right. Morgan's technology represents the highest level of the blue planet."

David looked down at the car company executives with ugly faces from high above.

"In the international market, three hundred thousand is a welfare price. If your Chinese companies are unwilling to accept it, you can choose not to use it, as long as you can bear the cost of stopping production and delisting."

David's words were full of threats. Several executives clenched their fists, but did not dare to talk back.

Under the eaves, with core technology being strangled, they could only swallow their anger.

Wang Teng regained control.

He walked two steps on the stage with the microphone, his eyes suddenly looking at the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall opposite.

Through the glass, one could see Hall No. 2, which was pitch black across the road.

"Since we mentioned scrap metal, I have to say a few digressions."

Wang Teng was full of mockery.

"Everyone knows that there is a black factory in Jiangcheng that is about to go bankrupt, called Chenguang Electronics."

The reporters below pushed their lenses toward Wang Teng's face one after another.

"The boss of this factory, Lu Chen, hired a few college students who repaired electric scooters, and dared to spread rumors on the Internet that they had produced a Solid-state battery."

Wang Teng laughed loudly.

The media bought off below also followed with boos and laughter.

"He even sent invitations, threatening to set up a stall in Hall No. 2 opposite today, and to slap my face in person."

Wang Teng pointed at the dark Hall No. 2.

"Do you see any ghost shadows opposite? Even a light bulb can't light up!"

Wang Teng's face suddenly became vicious.

"I'll put these words here today."

Wang Teng yelled at all the live broadcast cameras.

"This shell company is maliciously disrupting the market. We have united all upstream suppliers to completely cut off their material chain!"

"They can't even get a gram of purified material!"

"They can't even make a screw nut now. This factory is already on the verge of bankruptcy!"

The paid trolls and media below applauded wildly.

David walked onto the stage and stood side by side with Wang Teng.

"Technology is the crown of industry."

David looked arrogant, "Are those low-end copycat workshops in China worthy of touching it? They aren't even worthy of carrying shoes for Morgan."

"Tonight, this is the only stage."

Wang Teng raised his arms to welcome the cheers of the audience.

At the same time.

On the elevated highway in the center of Jiangcheng.

Da Biao gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his palms full of sweat.

The dilapidated car weaved frantically through the traffic.

When leaving the factory gate, Da Biao insisted on grabbing the driver's seat, saying that this broken car was too wild and needed a veteran like him to control it.

Lu Chen sat in the passenger seat.

The night wind poured in from the cracks in the broken car windows, whistling.

Da Biao twisted his broad back.

"Brother Lu, this broken seat has even the sponge leaked out, and the broken springs underneath are pricking my butt." Da Biao shouted at the top of his voice.

Lu Chen leaned against the back of the seat, which was full of oil stains, and took out a cigarette case from his pocket.

"Chen Hao cut the iron plate under the seat with an electric saw in order to stuff that super-large battery module into the chassis. Just make do with it."

Lu Chen bit a cigarette.

Da Biao stepped on the accelerator.

The motor let out a high-frequency, terrifying hiss.

The huge push-back force instantly pressed the two of them firmly against the seats.

"This damn thing is not a car! The starting speed is ten times fiercer than the military armored vehicle I drove back then!"

Da Biao was flushed with excitement.

"The triple energy density Solid-state battery module is directly connected to the full-load motor, without a limiter."

Lu Chen lit the cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Drive carefully, don't run this rusty unassembled chassis into pieces."

"Don't worry, Brother Lu. Can the heavy truck convoy led by Old Zhou follow behind?"

Da Biao glanced at the empty rearview mirror.

"Heavy trucks are loaded with cargo and can't run fast. Let them drive slowly."

Lu Chen looked ahead, "Let's go and scout the way first."

Just as he was talking.

Turning at the intersection, a red Ferrari sports car roared over and parked side-by-side in front of the stop line waiting for the traffic light.

The young owner of the Ferrari glanced at the rusty, paint-peeling car next to him.

The owner rolled down the window with a look of disgust.

"Hey! Driving a piece of junk, stay away from my car! If you scratch the paint, you can't afford it even if you sell your blood."

Da Biao's eyes glared, and he stuck his head out of the window directly.

"You little brat who hasn't even grown your hair, what are you pretending to be a big bad wolf for when your dad bought you a toy car?"

Da Biao never hesitated to curse.

The Ferrari owner's face was flushed red.

"Hillbilly, you're looking for death, right? When the green light turns on, I'll make you not even be able to eat my exhaust."

The owner stepped on the accelerator frantically.

The exhaust pipe spewed out an arrogant sound wave.

The green light turned on.

The Ferrari tires slipped violently, and it shot out with a bang.

Da Biao grinned with his mouth full of flesh.

"Provoking the battery with me, huh? Grandson."

Da Biao stepped heavily on the accelerator pedal with his right foot.

That gray battery module instantly released a terrifying current.

A sharp explosion came from under the chassis.

The two-ton broken car didn't need to shift gears at all, and there was no stuttering.

The whole car head lifted up violently.

The speed broke through one hundred in two seconds.

Whoosh!

A rusty black shadow pulled out an afterimage.

It instantly caught up with the Ferrari in front, and then passed it without any suspense.

At the moment of overtaking, Da Biao even stretched out his hand and gave the Ferrari owner a huge middle finger.

"Follow behind Grandpa and eat dust!"

The broken car sped away.

The Ferrari owner was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes, and the whole car spun a big circle on the road, almost hitting a street lamp pole.

The owner grabbed the steering wheel, his eyeballs almost popping out.

"Holy crap… Is this a ghost? What kind of damn car is faster than a supercar!"

Two kilometers outside the Expo Center welcome avenue.

On the only way.

Several rows of water barriers and barbed wire fences were laid across the middle of the road.

Four hooligans dressed in flashy clothes were squatting on the side of the road, smoking and playing cards.

The bald man threw a hand of rotten cards on the ground.

"Brother Ma explained that Mr. Wang is holding a press conference today, so this road is sealed. If you see a car with the words Chenguang Electronics Factory, just stop it and puncture the tires for me."

The yellow-haired guy next to him spat.

"Brother, we are doing extra work. Who in Jiangcheng doesn't know that Chenguang's broken factory has been cut off for ten days? It's about to close down, how can they come to make trouble."

"Making trouble with their lives, such a black-hearted factory should die early and be reborn early."

The bald man lit another cigarette.

Before he finished speaking.

A dull, heart-tightening motor roar approached rapidly from the darkness.

The yellow-haired guy stood up abruptly.

Two dim, broken headlight beams tore through the night.

A paint-peeling car was speeding over at an extremely unreasonable and perverted speed.

"Holy crap! What is that? Why is it running so fast!" The yellow-haired guy was terrified.

The bald man jumped up and roared, "No matter what car it is! Stop it! Go and pull up the barbed wire fence!"

The yellow-haired guy took out a flashlight from his pocket and rushed to the middle of the road, waving desperately.

"Stop! The road ahead is blocked! Get the hell back!"

Inside the car.

Da Biao saw the roadblock clearly.

"Brother Lu, these grandsons dare to block even the main road. There are iron fences and water barriers in front."

Da Biao held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Lu Chen leaned against the seat, expressionless.

He glanced at his watch.

"Ten o'clock sharp, Wang Teng is waiting for the whole world to kowtow to him now."

Lu Chen flicked the half-burned cigarette butt out through the window crack.

Da Biao turned his head and looked at Lu Chen.

"Brother Lu, should I hit the brakes?"

Lu Chen raised his head, his gaze crossing the roadblock, staring fixedly at the brilliant neon lights of Hall No. 1 of the Expo Center in the distance.

"Crash through it."