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

Su Wanqing froze on the spot, the icy touch of the terminal spreading from her fingertips to her entire body.

Has the sky fallen?

No, it's even more exciting than the sky falling down.

Zero Boundary Technology Office.

When Su Wanqing returned here, she was in a dazed, detached state.

The internal telephone on the desk was still flashing its indicator lights for more than a dozen lines, frantically calling desperate, relentless calls from chairmen of suppliers all over the country.

On the tablet she casually swiped open, more than a dozen bright red candlestick charts plummeted vertically, each representing the market value of a listed company being strangled by Wall Street.

On the corner of the table were front-page headlines from The Wall Street Journal and the Financial Times, which the assistant had just printed out, each headline shocking.

The Eastern Deception: Zero Boundary Technology's Production Capacity Myth and the Death of its Supply Chain

"A Carefully Planned Capital Bubble: The Truth About T1"

Short selling! Short selling! Wall Street issues an ultimatum to ZeroBoundary Technology!

Her fingers unconsciously traced the headlines, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Every word is like a knife plunged into the heart of Zero Boundary Technology.

Bai Che had just handed her an even bigger knife, forcing her to stab her own carotid artery.

Shipped worldwide within three days.

Delayed, or you'll be compensated tenfold for any counterfeit product.

This is practically suicide.

Her emergency plan, the rational solution of "shrinking the front lines and buying time," now lies in the corner of the screen, appearing both so correct and so ridiculous.

Why?

Why not adopt it?

Why rush forward when you're already at the edge of a cliff?

Su Wanqing's mind was a complete mess. She suddenly stood up and paced anxiously back and forth in the office.

Her high heels pounded on the polished floor, each strike landing heavily on her heart.

If executed, Zero Boundary Technology will declare bankruptcy in the most absurd way in human commercial history. And she, Su Wanqing, will go from being a favored daughter of heaven to the biggest joke, her reputation ruined, never to recover.

But if it is not executed...

She stopped in her tracks, and Bai Che's face involuntarily appeared in her mind.

That face that's always sleepy, always finds troublesome, yet always manages to create miracles with the most understated demeanor when everyone else is in despair.

Not long ago, she witnessed firsthand how he transformed a small battery technology into a global technological revolution.

This man has his own logic.

He never does anything he's not sure about.

Behind his nonchalance lies an absolute confidence that can crush everything.

Trust him?

Or should you trust the business acumen you've built up over the past two decades?

Su Wanqing's breathing became rapid, her chest heaved violently, and her heart stopped beating.

Her gaze eventually fell on the T1 power bank on the desk, which was being used as a sample.

Its warm, jade-like white exterior and smooth lines make it resemble a work of art.

This is his work.

It was a miracle he created from nothing, with his own hands.

Every time, he said he could do it.

He really did it every single time.

What about this time?

A high-stakes gamble.

She was willing to gamble her future, the company's future, and everyone's trust on Bai Che creating another miracle.

Su Wanqing slowly walked back to her desk, the previous anxiety and bewilderment gradually fading from her. In its place was a resolute determination, as if she had already burned her bridges.

She sat down and straightened her back.

Instead of looking at the stock market curves and negative news that seemed like death knells, she directly accessed Zero Boundary Technology's official backend.

Her slender, fair fingers flew across the keyboard without the slightest hesitation.

[Zero Boundary Technology Global Announcement]

To all users and partners who care about Zero Boundary Technology:

Thank you all for your enthusiasm. The planned global release of the T1 next Wednesday will remain unchanged.

We promise to ship all paid orders within three days.

If there is any delay, we will compensate ten times the price for any counterfeit product.

Zero Boundary Technology

CEO: Su Wanqing

When she pressed Enter and sent the announcement to all media outlets around the world, she felt all her strength drain away.

It’s over.

She and Bai Che went mad together.

Goldman Sachs headquarters in New York.

Jonathan Klein's assistant, in a sleepwalking manner, handed him the latest announcement.

"Sir, this is the response from the East."

Jonathan took the tablet, glanced at it, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It was the kind of laughter that hunters give when they see their prey willingly jump into their trap—a mixture of astonishment and ecstasy.

"Ships in three days? Tenfold compensation for fakes?"

He tossed the tablet onto the table, stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the financial empire below.

"I retract my previous assessment of them."

Jonathan turned around, and behind his blue glasses, a bloodthirsty glint flashed.

"This isn't naivety, it's utter stupidity. Stupidity beyond redemption!"

He picked up the internal phone on the table.

"It's me. The 'Cutting Off Supply' plan is upgraded. Notify all funds to increase leverage and smash the stock prices of every company in their supply chain straight to the core!"

"I'll show the whole world what happens when you brag!"

At the same time, the internet in China was in complete uproar.

The comment section on Zero Boundary Technology's official Weibo account received over 100,000 comments in just a few minutes.

"Are you crazy? Three days? Does he think this is a package delivery? This is a global order!"

"Tenfold compensation for counterfeit goods? Am I reading this right? Are they trying to get themselves killed already?"

"What do you know, upstairs! This is called guts! This is the backbone of our Chinese tech companies! We're going to stand up to those bloodsuckers on Wall Street and fight them to the bitter end!"

"Gang? What are you going to gang up on? With your mouth? I'm already prepared to take screenshots and demand ten times the compensation, just to support domestic products (doge)."

Public opinion was completely divided.

Supporters were thrilled, seeing it as a gamble that represented the ultimate expression of technological confidence.

But more often, there was rational analysis and merciless ridicule. They regarded Zero Boundary Technology's announcement as the ramblings of management who had completely lost their minds under immense pressure.

In the boys' dormitory.

Wang Tao was so angry when he saw the overwhelming criticism on his phone that he almost crushed it.

"A bunch of idiots! You know nothing! You have no idea how awesome God White is!"

He suddenly jumped up from his chair, rushed to his live streaming equipment, and started recording.

"Hey guys! Brother Tao's here!"

He gave the camera a signature sly grin.

"No sponsored content or reviews today. Let's just chat."

"Let me tell you about my god-like brother who slept in the top bunk!"

"It all started when he used a white mask to see my hemorrhoids..."

He decided to use his own methods to defend the last line of defense for public opinion for Bai Che and Zero Boundary Technology.

At the eye of the storm was Su Wanqing's office.

Half an hour after the announcement was issued, the internal phone, which had been flashing wildly, became eerily quiet.

No more suppliers called for help or to question us.

They probably also felt that the company was beyond saving.

Su Wanqing accessed the current production capacity backend of Zero Boundary Technology.

On the screen, the number that represents "packaging complete, awaiting shipment" is "8741".

The total number of pre-orders worldwide is a terrifying astronomical figure, reaching eight digits.

In the profound silence, a chill even more biting than the previous clamor slowly enveloped her.

She raised her hand, wanting to rub her throbbing temples, but found that her arm was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

Just then, her personal cell phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and pressed the answer button.

"Hello."

"President Su Wanqing?"

"I am Li Jianguo."