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

Su Wanqing brewed the tea very steadily, even though her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Bai Che took the teacup, gently blew away the foam, and looked as relaxed as if he wasn't the one who was about to overturn the century-old automobile industry in thirty days.

However, the world outside the window had been completely thrown into chaos by those few dozen words.

The internet has a memory, but it is also bloodthirsty.

Although the ID "Plain Water" has been missing for years, its 50 million followers, coupled with the identity of "CEO of Zero Boundary Technology," caused the post to paralyze Weibo's trending topics within ten minutes and top Twitter's global trending list half an hour later.

#ZeroBoundaryTechDeclareWarOnBavaria#

#Is a one-month car manufacturing myth or a joke?#

#Suicide Attack at Nürburgring North Loop#

Good grief, this has stirred up a hornet's nest in the global automotive industry.

"Are you crazy? A month? Are you trying to build cars or coffins? You wouldn't even finish making a PowerPoint presentation!"

"Although I'm a fan of the white god's looks, I'm siding with the Germans this time. They have a century of accumulated experience, while you're just a battery seller, getting all cocky."

"I'm waiting to be proven wrong. If they can actually build it, I'll livestream myself doing a handstand and eating a tire!"

"Upstairs, are you trying to freeload? That's impossible! Industry operates according to objective laws!"

……

Across the ocean, in Munich, Germany.

The top-floor conference room of Bavarian Powerhouse headquarters building.

Hans von Edgar held a glass of expensive Riesling white wine in his hand, looking at the Chinese post his assistant had projected onto a huge monitor.

The translator read the contents aloud with trepidation.

There was a three-second silence in the conference room, followed by a burst of laughter loud enough to lift the roof off.

"A month? Hahahaha! My God, is this Eastern kid drunk on fake alcohol?"

"Nürburgring? Does he even know what that's called? The Green Hell! I'll admit he's a genius if his car can run a lap there without falling apart!"

"This is an insult to mechanical engineering! It is a blasphemy against the laws of physics!"

Hans laughed so hard he almost cried. He elegantly wiped his eyes and slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"This is a common problem among young people: arrogance, ignorance, and thinking they are the masters of the world after achieving a little success."

He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the bustling night view of Munich, his eyes flashing with the cruel light of a hunter seeing his prey deliberately crash into a tree to its death.

"Since he wants to die, then we'll grant him that wish. This isn't just a competition; it's a golden PR opportunity. We're going to show the world what true industrial sophistication is, and what... the Joker's performance is."

Ten minutes later, Bavarian Dynamics' official account released a global announcement, along with a video of Hans.

In the video, Hans is wearing a bespoke suit, with the backdrop being Bavarian Dynamics' wall of honor covered with Le Mans championship trophies.

He faced the camera, flashing a gentlemanly yet arrogant smile:

"Dear Mr. White, we accept your challenge. To show respect for 'courage,' if your car can break 8 minutes and 30 seconds at the Nürburgring—the time of our entry-level grocery-getter—we will retract our previous statement and issue a public apology. Otherwise, please take your toys and get out of the automotive world."

"Also, a friendly reminder: the guardrails on the Nürburgring are very expensive, and you'll have to pay for them if you crash into them."

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This response sent the global automotive media into a frenzy.

"The Last Lesson from an Industrial Giant to Young People!"

A gamble of the century! Zero Boundary Technology's doomsday countdown!

……

Domestically, in Shanghai, at the headquarters of Tianxing Motors.

As a rising star in China's new energy vehicle industry, Zhao Tianxing, the CEO of Tianxing Motors, frowned deeply as he watched the news. He tossed his tablet onto the table and said to his secretary:

"Release a press release, but in a more tactful tone. Say that car manufacturing requires a sense of awe. While we support independent innovation, we do not advocate this kind of...blind leap forward that violates scientific principles. Don't let this one bad apple spoil the reputation that our domestic cars have worked so hard to build."

The wall fell and everyone pushed.

Overnight, Zero Boundary Technology seemed to become the public enemy of the entire industry, a madman who didn't know his own limitations.

……

Hefei, Zero Boundary Technology.

Su Wanqing looked at the overwhelming ridicule, but her eyes remained surprisingly calm.

She closed the webpage, shut down her computer, and turned to look at Bai Che, who was drinking tea.

"Besides money and that run-down factory, what else do you need?" she asked.

Bai Che put down his teacup, his eyes clear: "One-way ticket to that run-down factory, and also, seal off the surrounding area. I don't want anyone disturbing my 'seclusion'."

"Okay." Su Wanqing nodded and picked up the phone decisively. "Wang Tao, stop playing dead. Contact the security company immediately. Also, I need all the blueprints and inventory lists for that 'Zhufeng Auto' company. Now, right now."

Wang Tao, who was standing outside the door thinking he was about to lose his job, was startled by the sound, and the ruthlessness in his bones was forced out.

"Damn it, I'll risk it! If it gets bad, I'll just have to get my screen protector installed under the overpass from now on!"

Just then, Bai Che's personal phone vibrated.

There is no caller ID, and only one encrypted frequency band.

Bai Che answered the phone, and Li Jianguo's voice came from the other end:

"Kid, you're really going big, huh? Are you planning to build cars or Gundams?"

Bai Che's lips curled slightly: "If we're building a Gundam, one month won't be enough."

Li Jianguo laughed heartily on the other end: "Alright, stop joking. The higher-ups have said that whatever you want to do, as long as you don't blow up the Earth, you can do whatever you want. The special materials depot at the Kunlun base is open to you. If you need any rare metals, just make a list, and military aircraft will transport them to you."

"Furthermore..." Li Jianguo paused, "Although I don't know where you get your confidence from, since you've already made those remarks, don't embarrass the country. I've disliked those Germans' attitude for a long time too."

"Don't worry," Bai Che replied calmly. "A month from now, I will teach them how to write the character '服' (fú, meaning 'to serve').

After hanging up the phone, Bai Che stood up.

He didn't bring much luggage, just a black backpack containing the specially made tablet.

He stopped at the door and looked back at Su Wanqing.

That once aloof senior is now buried in mountains of documents, fighting against the whole world for his momentary impulse.

"President Su."

Su Wanqing looked up.

"When I get back, I'll treat you to hot pot." Bai Che smiled, his smile brimming with the youthful exuberance of a young man. "The spiciest kind."

Su Wanqing paused for a moment, then her eyes reddened slightly, but she smiled.

"Okay. If you lose, you'll be responsible for washing dishes for the rest of your life to pay off the debt."

……

Two hours later.

On the border of Zhejiang Province, there is a desolate industrial park.

A black Hongqi sedan stopped in front of the rusty iron gate.

This is the factory area of ​​"Zhufeng Motors".

This is the battlefield where Bai Che will create miracles.

The officer who brought him there looked at the scene and hesitated to speak.

In a place like this, let alone building a supercar, it would be difficult to even build a tractor.

Bai Che didn't care at all.

He pushed open the car door, stepped over the gravel and weeds, and walked straight toward the largest main factory building.

"You can go back now." He waved to the officer. "Remember, no matter what noises are going on inside, even if it's an explosion, don't let anyone in."

The officer saluted and drove away.

Bai Che stood in the center of the empty and desolate factory.

Deep within his mind, the previously silent interface of the [Movie Black Technology System] was now emitting a ghostly blue light.

A new icon is flashing wildly on the taskbar.

That was a car.

A car that doesn't belong to this era, or even this dimension.

Its lines are both ferocious and elegant, like a steel behemoth crouching in the darkness, with every part exuding a violent aesthetic.

[Mission Activated: Recreate the high-tech vehicles from the movie.]

[Target vehicle: A modified version of the Batmobile from *The Dark Knight*.]

Current environmental assessment: Very poor.

Loading the "Industrial Machine Tool" module... Taking over the factory's power system... Optimizing material formulations...

Bai Che opened his eyes.

In his eyes, which were originally pitch black, it seemed as if countless streams of data were surging.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

In the once deathly silent factory, the abandoned robotic arms suddenly moved, emitting a piercing metallic scraping sound, as if the sleeping spirits of the dead had been awakened.

In the corner, the screen of an old CNC machine tool suddenly lit up, and dark green code flooded the screen like a waterfall.

"Everyone, let's get to work."

Bai Che took off his coat, casually tossed it onto the oil drum beside him, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and walked toward the pile of scrap metal.

A month?

Dealing with those old fogies won't take a month at all.

As night deepened, a blinding burst of electrical sparks suddenly erupted inside the factory, illuminating the desolate industrial area as if it were daytime.

The show is about to begin.