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

While Qin Bing and the three national treasure-level experts were still immersed in the shock brought by his declaration, Bai Che had already entered his own world.

He stood in front of Terminal A-1. On the huge holographic screen, the blueprints for the "Zhurong" transformation were no longer displayed, but rather a spherical energy core that was constantly rotating, decomposing, and recombining—the prototype of the "Ark Reactor".

Countless streams of dark blue data danced wildly under his fingertips, and every slight adjustment to a parameter would trigger billions of chain calculations within the model.

This is his happy hometown.

There are no external distractions, no tedious social interactions, only pure science and creation.

He had even planned that once the "Ark" was finished, he would ask Qin Bing to approve a piece of land so he could build an anti-gravity levitation pod for himself. He would then float around in this S1 laboratory, sleeping and playing games without having to turn over.

We've won so much!

Just as he was fully focused on tackling the problem of energy dissipation from the palladium core, an urgent communication request tone rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Beep~ Beep~ Beep~"

A rapid, high-priority communication request suddenly broke the silence of the laboratory.

Bai Che ignored him, his entire focus was on the final stress test of the core reaction zone.

"Beep beep beep beep~!"

The communication requests were persistent and increasingly frequent, carrying an anxious intensity that left no room for refusal.

Bai Che paused in his movements, and a barely perceptible disturbance appeared in the perfect data stream.

He stopped, somewhat annoyed.

Who's so blind as to disturb my rare peace and quiet? Don't they know that disturbing a tech geek's thinking means they'll be stuffed into a reactor as fuel?

Communication is established.

"Bai Che, something terrible has happened!"

Her voice was strained, and every word conveyed immense pressure.

Bai Che leaned lazily against the control panel, his hands in his pockets.

"Has the sky fallen?"

"It's worse than the sky falling!" Su Wanqing wasn't in the mood for jokes. She quickly pulled up a set of data: "Those sharks on Wall Street have made their move against us!"

On the screen were candlestick charts for more than a dozen stocks.

Each one is a shocking, blood-red cliff almost perpendicular to the ground.

"This is Huaxin High-Tech Materials, our exclusive supplier of the T1 flexible casing. This is Jingwei Microelectronics, the foundry responsible for manufacturing our power management chips..."

Su Wanqing's fingers traced the plummeting curves, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Since the US stock market opened yesterday, every publicly listed company in our supply chain has suffered a devastating blow. Their market capitalization has evaporated by 30%, no, it's 40% now!"

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but her words still carried an uncontrollable panic.

"I received calls from the chairmen of eight suppliers within an hour. Huaxin High-Tech Materials has clearly told me that if the stock price continues to fall, they will have no choice but to unilaterally suspend the supply of materials to us in order to protect themselves!"

"A single pause will trigger a chain reaction. Everyone now thinks Zero Boundary Technology is a huge bubble, and that cooperating with us will drag everyone down with us!"

Oh, you work in finance.

He thought it was something serious.

Isn't it just using a bunch of virtual numbers to manipulate another bunch of virtual numbers, ultimately causing a bunch of people to cry and complain?

How boring, not even as interesting as the model in his hand.

"My emergency plan is..." Su Wanqing forced herself into work mode, reporting her solution at top speed, "Immediately announce a postponement of the global release date of T1, reduce all production capacity, and prioritize domestic orders that have already been paid for. Use time to buy space, stabilize our core business and the emotions of our suppliers, and wait until the storm passes before..."

Why the postponement?

Bai Che finally spoke, interrupting her.

His voice still carried a hint of languor as if he had just emerged from deep thought, as if he were asking about something completely unrelated to himself.

"What?"

Su Wanqing's train of thought was thrown into disarray by this casual rhetorical question.

Why? At a time like this, instead of retreating to defend, are we supposed to charge in and die?

Bai Che ignored her astonishment. He turned around and looked at his reactor model again, as if talking to himself or giving an order.

"Issue a global announcement."

"We want to express our gratitude to our global users for their enthusiasm. We promise that all paid T1 orders will be shipped out within three days."

Su Wanqing felt as if her brain had been struck by lightning, and it went completely blank for a moment.

She suspected that she was experiencing auditory hallucinations due to excessive stress.

"Three...three days? Bai Che, are you crazy? Our production line is almost at a standstill because of our suppliers' indecisiveness! We can't even gather 10,000 units right now! You're promising delivery in three days? That's suicide!"

She completely lost her composure, and her words were almost shouted.

This is no longer a business decision; it's gambling with the entire company's reputation and jumping off a cliff!

"Oh, right."

Bai Che seemed to remember something and slowly added a sentence.

"Add another clause to the announcement: If there is a delay, we will compensate ten times the price for any counterfeit product."

"boom!"

Su Wanqing's mind completely exploded.

Tenfold compensation for counterfeit goods?

Does he even know how many overseas pre-orders the T1 has? It's an astronomical number! If they breach the contract, the compensation would be enough to bankrupt Zero Boundary Technology a hundred times over!

"Bai Che! Do you even know what you're saying?! You're trying to drive us to our deaths!"

Bai Che finally turned around completely, no longer looking at the flashing model.

"President Su."

"They have their way of playing, and we have ours."

"They play the finance game, I play the technology game."

Bai Che extended a finger and gently shook it at Su Wanqing. His calm demeanor made it seem as if he was dealing not with a global financial crisis, but with a simple math problem.

"Go, do as I say."

He paused, looking into her beautiful eyes that were now completely in turmoil, and finally softened his tone.

"Trust your... technical advisor."