Chapter 203 The Desperate QT 10

The bullet chat in the livestream scrolled frantically:

[This is what top-tier sales looks like! Not talking about specs but scenarios, selling mediocre goods with maximum emotion!]

[This street-stall style marketing is brilliant; it perfectly targets the pain points of small business owners!]

[To be honest, if I owned a factory, I'd buy Tianshu too. Durability is what really matters.]

[He was just born in 1982. If he had this silver tongue today, what would be left for Old Luo?]

Standing at the edge of the elevated Mazak booth...

Yamamoto Ichiro looked down coldly at everything.

He wore a well-tailored deep blue suit, the pocket square in his chest pocket folded meticulously.

Watching Lin Xi's almost "street-vendor-like" sales method...

A contemptuous curve formed at the corner of Yamamoto's mouth.

"A mere trick."

Yamamoto said quietly in Japanese,

"Still using last year's old tricks."

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.

Then, he calmly gave an order into his headset:

"It's time."

"Let this low-class noise end."

"Hai!"

The next second...

A grand symphony suddenly erupted, the sound waves instantly drowning out Lin Xi's megaphone.

Everyone's attention was drawn over.

In the center of the Mazak booth, the large circular area that had been shrouded in a mysterious black cloth was now brightly lit.

The black cloth slid off.

Revealing an orange-painted machine tool beneath.

The electric rotating stage underneath began to turn.

Presenting this industrial beast to the world from every angle.

Yamamoto Ichiro stood under the spotlight, his arms slightly spread.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Yamamoto's voice was steady.

"Please forgive the noise just now."

"In this era of pursuing efficiency and precision, noise often signifies backwardness."

As he spoke, his gaze pierced toward the Red Star booth without hesitation.

The merchants who had originally surrounded Lin Xi...

...were drawn by the momentum here and turned one after another, surging toward Mazak like a tide.

"Now, allow me to represent Yamazaki Mazak..."

"...to introduce the future of the machine tool industry to the world—"

Yamamoto Ichiro suddenly pointed to the machine behind him, his voice rising:

"The QT-10!"

The sound of camera shutters filled the air.

Standing on the periphery of the crowd, the faces of Zhou Jianjun, He Zhenhua, and Tu Zhi instantly turned solemn.

Although they didn't understand marketing...

...as technical personnel, their intuition told them that this machine was not simple.

Yamamoto Ichiro walked to the machine tool's control panel.

It was a large CRT display screen glowing with a faint green light.

In an era where CNC machine tools generally still used digital tube displays...

...this screen seemed like technology from the future.

"I believe everyone here has a headache-inducing problem."

Yamamoto Ichiro's gaze swept across the room.

"And that is finding professional programmers who understand G-code."

"Training a mature programmer takes months, or even years."

There was a wave of nodding in the crowd.

"But in the face of the QT-10, all of this will become history."

Yamamoto Ichiro pressed a few keys.

Several intuitive geometric shapes popped up on the screen—cylinders, cones, and threads.

"Look, this is the 'Mazatrol T-1' conversational programming system we are releasing."

Yamamoto didn't enter a single line of obscure, difficult-to-understand code.

Like filling in the blanks, he pointed at the screen to demonstrate:

"I want to machine a shaft."

"Diameter? Input 50."

"Length? Input 100."

"Material? Select carbon steel."

He spoke while his fingers pressed the keys.

"Just like that, it's done."

"The system automatically generates tool paths and automatically selects cutting parameters."

"Programming work that used to take 20 minutes..."

"...now only takes 5 minutes!"

"Whoa—"

A burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd.

For those small and medium-sized enterprise owners, this was simply a miracle!

"Besides a smart brain, it also has a strong heart."

Yamamoto patted the side of the machine tool:

"The QT-10 has completely phased out the clunky hydraulic servo system."

"It adopts our latest development—all-AC servo motors!"

"The mean time between failures has reached an astonishing 8,000 hours!"

Yamamoto paused intentionally, casting a provocative look toward the diagonal opposite.

That was the booth of the Lighthouse Country's machine tool giant, 'Cincinnati.'

"As far as I know, some Lighthouse Country counterparts who claim to be advanced..."

"...have an average time between failures of less than 6,000 hours."

Yamamoto gave a contemptuous smile.

The manager at the Cincinnati booth gave his cup of hot coffee a violent jolt, splashing it onto his snow-white shirt.

But he didn't care to wipe it, staring at the Japanese man with a livid face.

This wasn't just a provocation; it was a declaration of war.

Yamamoto Ichiro didn't seem to think it was enough.

He smiled and dropped the final bombshell:

"As for the price—"

"The starting price for the QT-10 is only $80,000."

Boom!

As soon as those words were spoken, it was as if a bomb had been detonated in the entire Hall 2.

The Cincinnati manager completely lost his composure, the coffee cup in his hand falling to the floor with a 'crack,' shattering into pieces.

"Impossible!"

"This is dumping! This is malicious dumping!"

That Lighthouse Country man began to scream hysterically.

You must know that a Lighthouse Country machine tool with equivalent performance would sell for at least $150,000.

$80,000?

That's not even enough to cover the Lighthouse Country's cost!

This is no longer competition; this is a massacre!

The bullet chat in the livestream instantly became dense, carrying a heavy sense of historical destiny.

[It's here! This is the famous '1982 Pearl Harbor Moment' in history!]

[The QT-10 is the culprit. After this battle, the Lighthouse Country's dominance in machine tools collapsed, and Japan's machine tools reigned supreme globally for thirty years.]

[This isn't just about killing Lighthouse Country machine tool companies. It's about squeezing the survival space of manufacturers like Red Star Technology, who focus on cost-effectiveness, until they burst!]

The faces of He Zhenhua, Zhou Jianjun, and Tu Zhi were livid, their palms drenched in cold sweat.

Too strong!

This all-around crushing power was so strong it was despair-inducing!

Yamamoto Ichiro stood on the high rotating stage, enjoying the shock and fear of the entire audience.

His gaze crossed the crowd and landed precisely on Lin Xi.

It was the pity of a winner.

"Do you see?" Yamamoto mouthed silently. "This is the chasm of industrial civilization."

However...

Yamamoto Ichiro did not see the panic he had expected.

Against the backdrop of everyone's despair...

...that young Manager Lin still stood there calmly, one hand in his pocket.

It was as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.

Lin Xi closed the notebook in his hand, his expression showing not a single ripple of emotion.

There was even a faint, almost imperceptible smile flashing in those eyes.

It was the expression of a hunter watching his prey finally step into the trap.