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

Bai Che's irritated mutterings were jarringly clear in the deathly silent reception room.

Just as Li Jianguo finished giving the order to retreat, he turned around and saw Bai Che immersed in another world again.

He stared at the complex models flashing on the specially made tablet, models he couldn't comprehend at all, and then thought of the top agent "Nightingale" who had just been taken away and completely collapsed. An absurd sense of disconnect filled his mind.

A national strategic asset capable of easily dismantling the CIA's core secrets is currently troubled by some kind of "magnetic fluid" model.

This world is becoming increasingly incomprehensible.

Su Wanqing, on the other hand, had a completely different feeling. She had just witnessed a silent war that would go down in the history of intelligence, and her heart was still pounding when the instigator had already changed channels and started complaining that his new toy wasn't fun anymore.

A sense of powerlessness welled up inside me. This guy, it seems, would never take these earth-shattering events to heart.

"Bai Che," she finally couldn't help but say.

Bai Che looked up, put the tablet aside, and wore a relieved expression. He didn't even look at Li Jianguo, but turned to Su Wanqing and waved his hand, acting like a hands-off manager who had dumped the entire business on his wife.

"Alright, the fly's dead. From now on, you'll be in full charge of all external affairs for Zero Boundary Technology."

Su Wanqing was taken aback: "What?"

"I'm going into seclusion." Bai Che stretched and announced matter-of-factly, "This new thing is a hundred times more troublesome than T1, and I need absolute quiet. So, don't let anyone bother me."

He paused, thought for a moment, and added a sentence.

"Come back to me only if the Earth is about to explode, or if you can't handle it."

After saying that, he stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked towards the door without looking back.

The people left in the room staring at each other in bewilderment.

Li Jianguo looked at Bai Che's lazy back, then at Su Wanqing who had been forcibly "donned the yellow robe" beside him, his expression complicated. He suddenly felt that this girl named Su Wanqing might be the most unbreakable line of defense for Zero Boundary Technology.

Because what she has to guard against is not only wolves from the outside world, but also "one of her own" who might cause a major incident and then go to sleep at any time.

Su Wanqing stood there, watching Bai Che disappear through the door. A few seconds later, she slowly exhaled.

That absurd feeling of being forcibly entrusted with the world eventually transformed into a burning determination.

If you can't handle it, then go find him?

No.

She would absolutely not let that happen.

She picked up her briefcase and nodded slightly to Li Jianguo.

"Minister Li, my assistant will be in charge of coordinating our future cooperation."

~

In Bai Che's world, time is code and blueprints, but in Su Wanqing's world, it's a schedule that's so long you can't even break it into eight pieces.

One week later, at Zero Boundary Technology's headquarters (a rented office building), in the CEO's office.

Su Wanqing sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city traffic below. In front of her was a densely packed schedule of meetings and appointments.

Since Bai Che completely relinquished his hands as manager, she has become the sole face of Zero Boundary Technology. Letters of intent for cooperation from all over the world have piled up, practically wearing down the company's doorstep.

She represents not only Zero Boundary Technology, but also Bai Che. She must select the most suitable partner and secure the most favorable conditions for that guy buried in the laboratory.

Assistant Xiao Zhang knocked on the door and came in, speaking very quickly.

"President Su, the Bavarian Power team has arrived and is in Conference Room One."

"understood."

Su Wanqing stood up and straightened her tailor-made black suit. In the mirror, she saw a woman with a beautiful face but a commanding presence.

Bavarian Powertrain, a century-old European luxury car manufacturer, is renowned worldwide for its exquisite engine craftsmanship and brand heritage. They were among the first traditional automotive giants to express strong interest in T1 batteries.

Su Wanqing walked into the conference room.

At one side of the long conference table sat three Germans in suits. The man at the head of the group was around fifty years old, his hair meticulously combed, his chin slightly raised, exuding an innate arrogance. He was the head of the delegation, Hans von Edgar.

When he saw Su Wanqing walk in, his arrogance was tinged with a barely perceptible hint of disdain.

Su Wanqing didn't pay any attention and went straight to the head seat to sit down.

"Mr. Edgar, welcome to Zero Boundary Technology." Her opening remarks were concise and official.

Hans responded in a condescending tone through the translator.

"Ms. Su, time is precious, so let's get straight to the point. Bavaria Power is very interested in your flexible battery technology."

He deliberately emphasized the word "interested," as if it were a privilege.

"Our evaluation team believes that while this technology has some novelty, it still has a long way to go in terms of industrial application and stability."

Su Wanqing didn't respond, but just listened quietly.

Hans was pleased with his control of the conversation and continued, "However, we're willing to give you a chance. Bavarian Dynamics can offer our global channels and the backing of a century-old brand to help you, well, perfect this technology."

He finally revealed his terms.

"In return, we need an exclusive license for the T1 battery in the European market for ten years. Of course, we will pay a licensing fee."

The meeting room was quiet.

Wang Tao, who was following behind Su Wanqing, almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Good grief, is this German guy here to buy goods or to pay respects at a grave? He's asking for exclusivity right off the bat?

Su Wanqing's face remained expressionless. She simply tapped the table lightly and pushed a pre-prepared document to the center of the conference table.

"Mr. Edgar, Zero Boundary Technology never grants any form of exclusive license."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a steel nail, precisely striking the other person's heart.

"This is our standard cooperation plan. The entry threshold for T1 partners is a minimum purchase volume of five million T1 units per year, with the unit price remaining unchanged. In addition, we need to receive three percent of the sales revenue of the cooperative vehicle as a technology share."

Hans's expression changed instantly.

His two assistants behind him also let out a low gasp of disbelief.

Purchase quantity, unit price, and sales revenue sharing?

Did this young girl from China even realize who she was talking to? This is Bavarian Powertrain! The crown jewel of the automotive industry!

"Miss Su, are you joking?" Hans's composure finally crumbled. "Do you know who we are? We're giving you a chance! You should be kneeling down and thanking God, not making such outlandish and unreasonable demands!"

Su Wanqing slowly stood up and looked down at him.

"Mr. Edgar, I think you've made a mistake."

"First, it's not you giving us the opportunity; it's us here teaching you how to cooperate."

"Secondly, it is your honor to be able to use Zero Boundary Technology's technology, not ours."

Her words were calm, yet carried an overwhelming power.

This is no longer a negotiation; it's a unilateral notification.

Hans was completely enraged. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up. He was so angry that he forgot to use a translator and burst out in broken Chinese.

"Arrogant! You just got lucky and stumbled upon some technology from who-knows-where! Do you really think you're the godfathers of technology?"

He pointed at Su Wanqing, his face full of contempt and disdain.

"We are Bavarian Dynamics, a company with a century-long history! And you? A shell company that's only been established for a few months, and even your factory is rented!"

"A company built by a little girl like you, like playing house! What right do you have to negotiate with me?"

The meeting room door was slammed shut, cutting off Hans's incessant roaring in the corridor.

Su Wanqing sat alone at the head of the empty conference table, remaining motionless for a long time. The sunlight streaming through the window shone on her, but it couldn't dispel the chill emanating from her.

little girl?

play house?

......

The next morning.

A long-brewing media storm suddenly erupted over the European continent.

A Century of Bavarian Rejection: Why Did We Distrust Student Workshops from the East?

Unveiling Zero Boundary Technology: A Capital Scam Led by College Students!

"The Vase Pushed to the Forefront: Su Wanqing, a CEO with Nothing But Beauty?"

At the same time, dozens of mainstream European automotive media outlets and financial magazines published aggressive reports on Zero Boundary Technology and Su Wanqing in the most prominent sections.

They exaggerated Su Wanqing's student status to an extreme, portraying her as an incompetent "pretty face" who only relied on her looks to get ahead.

The article is filled with all sorts of disgusting sexism and personal insults, and every word reveals the deep-seated prejudice and malice of the old-era elites towards the emerging forces.