A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Academician Zhang Chengping's hoarse questioning hung in the deathly silence, each word carrying immense weight.

Can it be rebuilt?

That's the key. An unrepeatable miracle is a myth. A miracle that can be mass-produced is a revolution.

Bai Che snapped out of his reverie and met the old academician's eyes, which burned with both expectation and fear. His first thought was, "This is so troublesome."

Rebuild? Of course. Once the influence points arrive, the system will reward you with complete industrial blueprints that are even more detailed than a Lego instruction manual. You can build as many as you want then.

But can I say that?

If he had said that, this national treasure-level academician in front of him would probably have pulled him aside on the spot to dissect and study his tissues. That would have completely ruined his peaceful campus life.

Therefore, Bai Che chose the answer that best suited his "Buddhist tech geek" persona.

He merely raised his eyelids lazily and gave the other party a vague yet intriguing hum.

"Um."

One word.

A single syllable that neither affirms nor denies implies an arrogant sense of "isn't this just common sense?"

Academician Zhang Chengping's body trembled violently; this "hmm" was nothing short of a revelation to him.

However, just as all the academic luminaries were still immersed in the infinite mysteries of this single word, a discordant shout, filled with bloodthirsty excitement, suddenly shattered the sacred and solemn atmosphere of the scene.

"Redon!"

A quick-thinking financial reporter, after a brief moment of bewilderment, finally returned to reality from the pedestal of physics.

He realized that compared to that vague scientific revolution, there was a more explosive, more widely disseminated news story that could earn him a year-end bonus!

That shout was like a signal.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

On stage, the dozens of spotlights that had been chasing Bai Che and Academician Zhang suddenly turned around and, with a sense of vengeful pleasure, converged on the front row of guests.

The light condensed into a scorching white beam, precisely and cruelly pinning the distraught figure slumped in the chair to the spot.

Lei Dong.

Just moments ago, he was an arrogant business tycoon, pointing fingers and belittling Bai Che as a clown.

At this moment, he was pinned to the center of this pillar of light, with nowhere to escape. His expensive suit was covered in sweat and wrinkles, his hair was disheveled, and he was exposed to the scrutiny of millions of viewers, looking utterly pathetic.

The memory was awakened.

Everyone remembered the arrogant and condescending attitude of this man at the beginning of the press conference.

I also remembered the extremely arrogant promise he made.

"If this piece of scrap metal could light a light bulb, I'd swallow it right now!"

Now, that piece of scrap metal not only lights up a light bulb, it powers an industrial motor, kicks Newton's coffin lid off, and incidentally rubs the second law of thermodynamics into the ground.

So...

It's time to keep our promise.

A reporter wearing black-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and cultured, was the first to raise the microphone. His question was sharp and devoid of any warmth.

"Mr. Lei! When you said you were going to swallow the battery whole, were you planning to dip it in soy sauce or vinegar? Our media can provide you with a live broadcast!"

This problem is like the first stone fired at the criminal.

"Pfft~"

Backstage, Wang Tao couldn't help but burst into laughter, letting out a loud squeal. He clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

"What talent! There's so much talent among journalists! It's devastating! It's so devastating!"

Su Wanqing couldn't help but turn her head away, her clear, cold phoenix eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She realized that she had underestimated Bai Che's destructive power.

He doesn't even need to do anything; he just needs to stand there quietly, and countless people will rush to hand him the butcher's knife.

Lei Dong's body trembled violently. He raised his head, his pale lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Another female reporter seized the opportunity and shoved the microphone even closer to his face, almost poking it.

"Mr. Lei, before the press conference, you publicly called Mr. Bai Che an 'academic scum' and a 'disgrace to China's scientific research community.' What are your thoughts now? Will you publicly apologize to Mr. Bai and the public who were misled by you?"

"Apologize!"

"Yes! Apologize!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, immediately igniting the pent-up emotions of the entire crowd.

Lei Dong felt his ears ringing, the sounds converging into a series of awls, drilling into his brain.

Then, the third, fourth, and fifth questions came one after another, like a barrage of artillery shells.

"Mr. Lei! Will Tianxing Auto's stock hit the daily limit down tomorrow? As chairman, will you resign to take responsibility for this disastrous decision-making error?"

"Mr. Lei, it's said that you spearheaded the development of Tianxing Motors' 'Tian Shu' battery system. Now, it seems to be no different from a pile of garbage compared to Zero Boundary Technology's products. Are you suspected of deceiving consumers?"

"Mr. Lei! You just incited the crowd and slandered Mr. Bai's magic tricks. Does this constitute commercial defamation? Will Zero Boundary Technology sue you?"

"Mr. Lei..."

"Boss Lei!"

Countless sharp questions, each one hitting the nail on the head.

They stripped away his glamorous facade as a business tycoon, tore apart his dignity as an industry leader, and exposed his most wretched and ugly side nakedly to the world.

He's finished.

The thought clearly surfaced in his mind.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

Driven by the instinct to survive, Lei Dong suddenly jumped up from his chair, pushed aside the microphone in front of him, and tried to rush out like a madman.

He wanted to escape this place, to escape the court that was judging him.

However, how could the reporters let this biggest news of the year slip by? They instantly and spontaneously formed a thick human wall, using their bodies, cameras, and tripods to block him from the spot.

"Mr. Lei, don't go! Answer our questions!"

"Mr. Lei, give us an explanation!"

During the scuffle, a reporter was pushed to the ground, and the scene completely spiraled out of control.

Those other car company representatives who had previously surrounded Lei Dong, flattering him and echoing him, hoping to get a share of the pie from Tianxing Auto, all silently retreated, and retreated again, for fear of being caught on camera and having any connection with this jinx.

On the stage, Bai Che crossed his arms and quietly looked down at the chaos below.

His gaze passed over the commotion of the crowd, over the frenzied flashes of light, and landed on that face contorted with fear and despair.

He didn't say anything.

His silence was the loudest verdict, a sword sharper than any words.

Your pride in power, your unwavering belief in rules, are worthless before me.

This is the overwhelming power of technology.

An unreasonable, absolute, dimensional reduction attack.

Amid the pushing and pulling of the crowd, Lei Dong stumbled and lost his balance.

"Bang!"

He fell awkwardly to the floor, his expensive custom-made suit covered in dust.

He raised his head, and his eyes, which had once been filled with arrogance and disdain, were now filled with endless regret and fear.

What he saw were countless cold cameras pointed at him, and the figure of a young man standing in the spotlight, looking down at him like a god.