Hong Kong films: From street thugs to Hong Kong financial tycoons

Chapter 89 Dimensional Reduction Attack, Is This a Computer Game?

Hong Kong Convention and Exhibition Centre, Press Conference Hall 1.

"Buzzing..."

The murmurs from the audience were like boiling water, impossible to quell. Lu Qiu's introduction of the GPU concept was like dropping a depth charge into a calm lake.

Those well-informed Western technology journalists and Silicon Valley hardware engineers were all blushing and whispering excitedly among themselves.

"A dedicated graphics processor? That's simply wishful thinking. Separating graphics computing entirely from the motherboard—can the motherboard's data bus bandwidth handle it?"

"Even if the hardware can be manufactured, the problem is that the current software ecosystem simply doesn't need such massive graphics computing power."

"DOS is all text-based, and Apple's graphical interface is just a few simple windows. Using a dedicated chip to run these is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, a waste of resources."

"That's right, this must be a marketing gimmick by Yaosheng Technology, a gimmick to sell at a higher price!"

Amidst a chorus of doubts, in the tech world of 1987, hardware often followed the demands of software.

Since there isn't even a decent color graphics software on the market, what's the use of creating a GPU with terrifying computing power? To use it for Minesweeper?

On stage, Lu Qiu listened to the doubts from the audience without getting angry at all.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

He knew all too well the blind spots in these foreigners' thinking. They simply couldn't imagine what kind of mind-blowing monster the software ecosystem their boss had spent a billion dollars to create was.

"It seems that many of you still have questions about the actual application scenarios of our GPU."

Lu Qiu held the microphone, his voice carrying steadily throughout the venue, "It's alright, seeing is believing."

He turned to the side and waved towards the backstage area.

"Next, please welcome Mr. Wang Sanri, the chief director of the Ecological Entertainment Business Unit of Yaosheng Technology, to give us a live demonstration."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights in the hall went out at once, plunging the entire convention center into complete darkness, leaving only the power indicator light of the Loongson microcomputer in the center of the stage emitting a faint blue glow.

The more than two thousand people in the audience instinctively held their breath.

"Thump"

A deep, resonant ancient bell suddenly rang out from the top-of-the-line surround sound system around the venue, making everyone's eardrums tingle.

Immediately afterwards, the giant high-definition screen at the back of the stage, which was twenty meters long, lit up.

The scene depicts a vast and precipitous mountain range, with churning clouds and howling winds. The camera, with a grand perspective reminiscent of an eagle swooping down, pierces through layers of clouds and plunges sharply downwards.

"Whoosh!"

A low gasp rippled through the audience. This visually striking camerawork stunned the Western journalists who were used to Hollywood Westerns and space operas.

The camera pierced through the sea of ​​clouds and landed steadily in front of a magnificent oriental Taoist temple.

The Tai Chi Bagua Square, paved with bluestone slabs, is covered with mottled moss, exuding a sense of the vicissitudes of time.

A middle-aged man dressed in a bright yellow Taoist robe stood with his back to the camera, holding a dark red, century-old lightning-struck peach wood sword in his hand. The mountain wind blew the hem of his robe, making it flutter.

That profound, restrained yet seemingly unleashing devastating Eastern charm was captured perfectly by the camera.

"Is this...is this a movie?"

The senior engineer from Silicon Valley in the front row paused for a moment, then muttered, somewhat bewildered, "Isn't Yaosheng Technology a computer company? Why are they suddenly playing movie trailers?"

The Wall Street Journal reporter next to him, snapping photos rapidly, frowned and speculated, "Maybe it's to demonstrate the clarity of the video playing on their computer?"

"But to be honest, the visual quality of this Eastern film is really good. The set construction must have cost at least tens of millions of US dollars, right?"

Just when the foreigners thought it was just a high-quality movie recording, the scene on the big screen suddenly reached its climax.

"roar--!"

With a deafening roar, a colossal, five-meter-tall, bluish-gray figure emerged from the shadows deep within the hall.

That was a heavily armed flying zombie, with a frame made of pure steel and thick arms driven by hydraulic pumps. With each step, it shattered the bluestone slabs inch by inch.

The overwhelming sense of violent aesthetics, combined with the eerie atmosphere of Eastern mythology, creates a chilling visual contrast.

"My God, what kind of monster is that, King Kong?"

"The special effects are so realistic! No, these aren't computer-generated effects; they're purely physical props. It's incredible that Asians can produce visually stunning films of this caliber?"

Western journalists were utterly stunned; they had never seen such a perfect combination of heavy metal machinery and mysterious Eastern Taoist arts.

On the big screen, Uncle Nine moved. He stepped into the Seven Star Steps, his figure as fast as lightning, and charged towards the five-meter-tall steel monster.

He twirled the peach wood sword in his hand and thrust it straight at the monster's core.

The mechanical flying zombie swung its several-ton steel arm, creating a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air, and slashed fiercely at Uncle Nine.

The sword tip was about to collide with the steel, and the battle between life and death was about to be decided in the next second. Everyone's heart was in their throat, and hundreds of reporters stared intently at the screen, not daring to even breathe.

However, at this critical moment, the image froze without warning.

As if the projector had suddenly jammed, Uncle Nine's soaring figure, the giant arm of the flying zombie sweeping across the screen, and even a piece of rubble flying in mid-air were all frozen on the big screen.

"What happened? The tape got stuck?"

"Fuck, I was just getting to the exciting part, and the media player crashed?"

A murmur of discontent erupted from the audience. The Silicon Valley engineer stood up and shouted sarcastically, "I knew it! Decoding such a high-definition video stream with a computer is too much for the CPU. See? It crashed!"

Just when everyone thought Yaosheng Technology's demonstration was about to become a laughing stock, Fatty Wang, who had been sitting silently in the shadows at the edge of the stage, chuckled and picked up the keyboard and mouse set that were on the small round table.

"Everyone, please calm down."

Wang Pangzi gently grasped the mouse with his chubby hand, and then slowly moved it an inch to the right.

The next second, a scene that left the entire audience of over two thousand people stunned appeared.

On the big screen, the frozen movie scene did not resume playback. Instead, as Fatty Wang moved the mouse, the entire camera angle began to rotate smoothly around the frozen Uncle Nine and the flying zombie.

Thirty degrees, ninety degrees, one hundred and eighty degrees, turn around to the back of the flying zombie!

The entire place was deathly silent. Not a single person spoke. Even the paparazzi who were frantically pressing the shutter button seemed to be frozen in place, their fingers stiff on the shutter button.

This is not a video recording, as videos cannot change the perspective. This is a complete virtual three-dimensional space that you can freely roam in.

Just as everyone's minds went blank, Fatty Wang pressed another key on the keyboard.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a red health bar and a blue mana bar popped up in the upper left corner of the big screen, while a row of neat skill icons appeared in the lower right corner.

"Dear foreign friends, let me formally introduce myself."

Fatty Wang's voice echoed through the microphone in the eerily quiet hall.

What you are seeing now is not a movie videotape.

"It is the world's first full 3D graphics card independently developed by our Yaosheng Technology, equipped with the Loongson 1.0 system and GPU graphics processor."

A visually stunning action-adventure fantasy epic, *Mythology: The Zombie Master*.

"The light and shadow, the reflections on the water, and the metallic texture on the monster that you just saw were all calculated in real time by this computer in the background using physical rendering."

boom!

Wang Pangzi's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering the common sense of everyone in the tech industry present.

Real-time rendered 3D games?

The Silicon Valley engineer who had stood up to mock him felt his legs go weak, and he slumped back into his chair with a thud. He covered his face with his hands, completely devastated.

"This world has gone mad!"

The engineer muttered nervously, "How much polygon calculation is that? How terrifying is the texture rendering speed?"

"This is something that current personal computers simply cannot do. Just what kind of monster is that GPU in that black box?!"

Not only him, but all the Wall Street bigwigs and Western mainstream media reporters in the front row had a feeling of their worldview collapsing at that moment.

They originally thought that the 2D pixelated games created by Apple and Microsoft represented the pinnacle of human electronic entertainment.

But now, Yaosheng Technology has turned a Hollywood-level visual blockbuster into a game that can be played in real time on a computer.

While you're still playing with two-dimensional paper figures, others have already started fighting monsters and leveling up in a three-dimensional world. These are products from completely different eras; this is a true dimensional reduction attack.

"To prove this isn't a recording, I'll walk around a couple of steps for you."

Fatty Wang chuckled and started typing away on the keyboard and mouse.

On the big screen, Uncle Nine canceled his attack and turned to run to the other side of Tai Chi Square. He even controlled Uncle Nine to jump onto a stone lion and make a provocative gesture.

As Uncle Nine moved, the shadows on the ground stretched and shortened in real time under the sunlight. This impeccable physical light and shadow effect once again made the faces of the foreigners in the audience feel like they were being rubbed into the ground.

Only at this moment did everyone finally understand why Yaosheng Technology insisted on creating an independent graphics processing unit (GPU) at this critical juncture.

It's not that they're using a cannon to kill a mosquito; rather, what they're holding in their hands isn't a mosquito at all, but a prehistoric behemoth capable of devouring the global gaming market.

In the VIP room on the second floor, Lin Yao sat quietly on the sofa, holding a glass of warm water in his hand.

Looking down at the Western media figures in the lobby who were in a state of frenzy and despair, his expression remained unchanged.

"Old Chen."

Lin Yao called out softly.

"Boss, I'm here."

Chen Zheng stepped forward respectfully.

"It's time to send a signal to Wall Street."

Lin Yao put down his water glass, his eyes flashing with the cold light of someone reaping capital.

"The show has already laid all the groundwork; these foreigners are completely terrified and their brains are fried—"

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"Now, let them see what a true business loop is. Tell Lu Qiu to announce the price directly and ignite the last fire completely."

Lin Yao leaned back on the sofa, activating the wealth-predicting surface in front of his retina.

On the chart, the red curve representing Yaofei Technology's hidden valuation has now broken through the sky and is rising wildly at an incredible angle.

The show is about to reach its most exciting climax.