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

Ninety-nine yuan.

When these three words were transmitted via network signal to tens of millions of screens around the world, the entire world experienced a collective disconnection lasting five seconds.

The barrage of comments in the live stream, a torrent of taunts, insults, and question marks, suddenly froze.

It was as if an invisible hand had pressed the pause button on the universe.

Five seconds later, instead of an explosion, it disintegrated.

All logic, common sense, and business principles were shattered at this moment by this absurdly priced price.

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[Am I hallucinating? Ninety-nine? He's talking about the currency of the Dragon Kingdom?!]

[Upstairs, even if it's a high-end brand, this is ridiculous! Ninety-nine yuan for a power bank that can charge a phone ten times and fully charge it in one minute? Why doesn't he just rob a bank? Oh no, he's practically giving money away to the bank!]

Ninety-nine yuan? Seriously? That price doesn't even cover the shipping cost of a decent brick-sized power bank!

[This is insane! This guy has completely gone mad! He's not holding a press conference, he's performing performance art!]

Backstage, Su Wanqing's brain, which had just restarted thanks to the brilliant idea of ​​"energy bars," burned out again on the spot because of this suicidal pricing.

She swayed slightly, but managed to hold onto the equipment rack beside her to prevent herself from slipping down.

Ninety-nine?

She personally calculated the costs. Even with the support of a contract manufacturer like Foxconn, maximizing the yield rate, the material cost of that ridiculously small "Qiming No. 1" battery cell alone far exceeded this figure!

This is not selling anything.

For every unit sold, we lose money on two, and we even have to pay for the shipping.

"What...what is he trying to do..." Wang Tao's voice trembled as he looked at the unbelievably calm man on the screen, feeling his worldview being repeatedly crushed, reshaped, and crushed again.

On the other side of the world, at Apple headquarters.

Tim Cook's hand, holding the coffee cup, stiffened almost imperceptibly at the wrist. A drop of scalding coffee spilled out, landing on his expensive trousers, but he didn't notice.

In his mind, all the plans regarding business competition, market suppression, and patent barriers became worthless in the face of the three words "ninety-nine yuan".

Because the other party had no intention of playing at the business table.

This is like flipping a table.

Use a suicidal approach that no one can understand.

In the Fox News studio, Richard Stone's face, poised to denounce it as a "business scam," twisted stiffly. He wanted to laugh, to say, "See? I told you it was a publicity stunt," but he couldn't.

Because this price has a more frenzied, reckless impact than any extravagant advertising.

Amidst this global chaos and bewilderment, Bai Che on stage finally made a new move.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the massive uproar he caused, simply offering a slightly annoyed smile to the camera.

"I know you don't believe me."

His tone was calm, yet it clearly penetrated everyone's ears, eerily silencing the noisy discussions.

Everyone looked at him, wondering how this madman would explain his madness.

"So," Bai Che slowly raised the small energy bar, "let's play a game."

The voice just fell.

Behind him, the huge LED screen that had been completely black since the start of the press conference suddenly opened silently and slowly from both sides.

What was revealed was neither a product rendering nor a company logo.

It was a wall.

A huge wall, composed of countless tiny, densely packed points of light, covered the entire stage backdrop.

When everyone could see the outline of the light spots on the wall, the live stream audience, especially those in China, erupted in gasps of surprise.

It was a huge map of the Dragon Kingdom, made up of tens of thousands of tiny LED lights!

Each LED represents a city, a landscape. At this moment, they are all dimmed, hanging there silently, yet exuding a silent grandeur.

"My God..." Backstage, Su Wanqing instinctively covered her mouth.

She suddenly had a premonition, a premonition mixed with tension and fervor, that she was about to witness history.

Under the watchful eyes of the world, Bai Che walked to the side of the stage. There, there was an inconspicuous interface panel.

He took out a specially made splitter, connecting one end to the small "energy bar" in his hand, while the other end, with its hundreds of densely packed branch interfaces, was all connected to the power supply system of the map light wall.

This scene is full of extreme and absurd visual contrasts.

A metal strip the size of a piece of chewing gum.

A giant map made up of ten thousand lights covered the entire stage.

To illuminate a disproportionately large whole with something insignificant.

This is no longer a product demonstration.

Tens of millions of viewers worldwide, whether they were mocking, expectant, or astonished, held their breath at that moment.

Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

After finishing all this, Bai Che dusted off his hands and walked back to the center of the stage.

He didn't say another word, but simply raised his hand and gently pressed the virtual switch that controlled the light wall.

Click.

A soft sound.

next second.

There was no delay, no warm-up, and no gradual process of lighting up one light at a time.

It's an instantaneous explosion!

The entire massive map of the Dragon Kingdom was lit up simultaneously in that instant!

Ten thousand LED lights burst forth with dazzling white light, which dispelled all the shadows on the stage and transformed into a surging wave of light that crashed into every corner of the studio, pierced through the lens, and illuminated tens of millions of screens around the world!

At this moment, the rooster of the East shines with boundless brilliance!

Holy crap!!!!!!!!!

After a ten-second period of absolute silence, the live stream chat exploded with these two words.

What followed was an endless, indistinguishable torrent of white, a confluence of astonishment, ecstasy, and utter awe.

[Light! It really lit up! A single piece of chewing gum lit ten thousand lamps!]

This isn't a power bank! This is a miracle! This is a miracle from our own Dragon Kingdom!

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the press conference! White God! Forever God!]

Backstage, Wang Tao suddenly knelt down with a thud. He held his head in his hands, staring at the dazzling sea of ​​light on the screen, his whole body convulsing with emotion, tears streaming down his face, yet he couldn't utter a sound.

Su Wanqing gripped the machine frame, her body trembling slightly. She looked at the figure in the center of the stage, enveloped in dazzling light, and for the first time, her usually aloof and composed phoenix eyes were blurred by a layer of scalding mist.

She finally understood.

I understand everything.

Ninety-nine yuan is not the price, it's a declaration.

This press conference isn't about selling products; it's about passing on the torch!

Bai Che stood at the center of the light he had personally illuminated, before the magnificent map of the Dragon Kingdom.

He picked up the microphone again, the light illuminating his calm face, but in his eyes, two unprecedented flames ignited.

His tone remained calm, yet it carried a power strong enough to pierce through steel, resounding throughout the world through the microphone.

"There will always be some people in this world who try every means to cut off our electricity and cut off our energy lifeline."

"Today, I want to use this little thing to tell them—"

He paused, looked around the camera, as if he were looking at the whole world.

"In our Dragon Kingdom, as long as we want..."

"We ourselves are the light!"

The moment the words fell, the servers in the global live stream could no longer withstand the overwhelming torrent of data, and the screens turned a pure white, a symbol of extreme fervor.