Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

Within the Second Ring Road of Beijing, there is a top-tier courtyard house with an extremely large area.

The century-old locust tree in the courtyard was blown away by the autumn wind, leaving behind a carpet of withered yellow leaves.

Under the mahogany corridor, two large red lanterns swayed gently in the wind.

Yan Qingfeng, wearing a black cashmere coat, lay on a rattan chair.

He held a purple clay teapot in his hand, his eyes closed as he listened to the Peking Opera singing from the opera box.

Zhou Yuan strode through the moon gate, his shoes making a dull thud on the bluestone slabs.

"Master Yan, our informant in Hangzhou has sent back a message."

Zhou Yuan lowered his voice and handed over a top-secret intelligence document with both hands.

Yan Qingfeng didn't take it, but glanced at it with half-open eyelids.

"Is Ma Tengyun getting anxious?"

"How can we not be anxious? We've sealed off Handong's market share, and this guy surnamed Ma has completely overturned the table!"

Zhou Yuan grinned, his tone laced with schadenfreude and mockery.

"He moved 50 billion yuan in cash overnight, preparing to use the subsidies to break through our system barriers first thing tomorrow morning."

"They're giving away eggs with every vegetable purchase and even paying extra for home appliances. They're trying to win over the hearts and minds of the people of Handong with real money."

Yan Qingfeng picked up the purple clay teapot, took a sip, and suddenly laughed.

The laughter boomed from his chest, carrying a hint of disdain as if watching a monkey show.

"Five hundred billion? This Mr. Ma is really generous."

"Mr. Yan, should we also allocate some funds?"

Zhou Yuan rubbed his hands together, his eyes flashing with a warlike glint.

"We have hundreds of billions sitting idle in our accounts. If we go all out on subsidies, we'll crush them!"

"Throw money at it?"

Yan Qingfeng slammed the purple clay teapot onto the stone table, making a crisp sound.

"That's the kind of stupid thing only a nouveau riche would do. Since Ma Tengyun thinks he's some kind of internet god, then I'll use god-like tactics to send him on his way."

He took out his encrypted phone from his pocket and dialed an overseas number.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and broken Chinese came from the other end.

"Boss, stand by at the North American lab."

"The base stations in Handong are almost fully deployed."

Yan Qingfeng took out a cigar, and Zhou Yuan quickly came over to light it.

"Release the hidden underlying algorithm. At midnight tonight, all Yunxiao OS systems in Handong will undergo a forced hot update."

The voice on the other end of the phone trembled with excitement.

"Is the holographic infiltration system finally going live? This is a revolutionary monster!"

Yan Qingfeng exhaled a thick cloud of blue smoke, which blurred his cold and stern face.

"Unleash the monster. I'm going to turn Ma Tengyun's internet empire into a pile of worthless paper by tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Handong Province was in an uproar.

In the male dormitory of the Department of Economics and Management at Kyoto University, the fat guy rubbed his messy hair and climbed out of bed.

"Brother Feng! Have you seen the news?"

The fat man held up his phone, pointing at the red text on the screen, spitting everywhere.

"That big platform in Hangzhou is having a 50% off sale! A brand new computer is now 3,000 yuan cheaper!"

Lin Feng was tying his tie in front of the mirror, without even turning his head.

"So what if it's half price? The Cloud System has already blocked their links. Do you think you can even open them?"

"It works!" the fat man exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. "They've exploited a vulnerability in their website; we can place orders directly!"

"With 50 billion in subsidies, wouldn't we be stupid not to take advantage of this?"

Just then, both of their phones simultaneously emitted a piercing buzzer.

The screen started flickering uncontrollably and then went black instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a dark gold Lingxiao logo lit up in the center of the screen.

The system notification sound was crisp and loud.

"Yunxiao OS has been forcibly updated, and the holographic VR shopping system is officially online."

"What the heck? Holographic VR?"

The fat man scratched his head and casually clicked on the newly appeared online store icon on his desktop.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Suddenly, a light blue laser beam appeared on the camera on the back of the phone.

The laser beam struck the empty concrete floor of the dormitory, rapidly weaving into a three-dimensional grid.

With a "whoosh".

A high-end windbreaker, one-to-one size, was floating in mid-air!

Without a screen or VR headset, it was projected directly into the real world!

"Holy crap! This is unbelievable!"

The fat man was so frightened that he took two steps back and fell to the ground with a thud.

Lin Feng was also stunned, not even noticing that the tie in his hand had slipped down.

He strode over, tentatively reaching out to touch the floating garment.

The moment my fingertip touched the projection.

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This...this is impossible!"

He rubbed the air back and forth in disbelief.

The originally ethereal light and shadow actually gave him the real, rough feel of fabric!

The chip inside the phone emitted a faint, high-frequency vibration, precisely stimulating the nerves in his fingertips.

Not only does it simulate the feel of the fabric, but it also perfectly replicates the weight of the clothes in your hand!

"Fatty, feel it."

Lin Feng's throat was dry, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

The fat man got up and touched it, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"My goodness! This isn't online shopping, it's like bringing a whole shopping mall to our dorm room!"

The fat man didn't believe it and drew a line in the air with his finger.

The page automatically flips, revealing a heavy electric guitar.

He reached out and grabbed, but his wrist suddenly sank down.

"Wow! This guitar really weighs over ten kilograms! You can even feel the grain of the wood!"

The fat guy was so excited he kept spinning around in the dorm.

"Why go to the mall? I can try on shoes and clothes at home!"

This is no longer a software competition.

This is a cross-dimensional technological crushing victory!

Faced with this holographic system, Ma Tengyun's traditional e-commerce business, which relied on a few shabby pictures and product detail pages, paled in comparison.

It's so rudimentary, it looks like something from the last century.

In just three hours.

Tens of millions of users in Handong Province flocked to Yunxiao Holographic Mall like madmen.

The older women were trying on cheongsams in the living room, while the older men were weighing fishing rods by hand on the balcony.

Who cares about half-price subsidies anymore?

A few dry, uninteresting pictures; even if you paid someone to look at them, no one would bother to glance at them!

The server traffic curve of the Lingxiao Consortium rose vertically like a rocket.

It directly overwhelmed the bus lines of major network operators in Handong.

Meanwhile, in Hangzhou, the headquarters of the Internet Empire was located.

In the data monitoring room, red alarm lights flashed wildly, and a piercing buzzing sound echoed through the corridor.

Old Wei stared at the plummeting traffic line on the big screen, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

The data representing Handong and its surrounding provinces was instantly wiped out, as if swallowed by a black hole.

Wearing black cloth shoes, Ma Tengyun scrambled into the monitoring room.

He couldn't even maintain his usual composure anymore and grabbed Lao Wei by the collar.

"What happened? I've spent 50 billion on subsidies! Where's the data traffic?!"

Ma Tengyun's eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost all his chips.

Old Wei, his lips trembling, handed over a technical analysis report.

"Mr. Ma... it's no use, no matter how much subsidy you get, it won't help."

Old Wei pointed at the demonstration of Lingxiao Holographic Network on the screen and swallowed hard in despair.

"Yan Qingfeng has brought holographic technology to budget smartphones, turning our traditional e-commerce into something resembling an old newspaper from the last century!"

Ma Tengyun released his grip and stared incredulously at the 3D projection on the big screen.

"Holographic shopping? No helmet needed? Is this some kind of alien technology?!"

His chest heaved violently, and his voice was hoarse.

"Where's our tech team? Crack it right now! Copy it!"

Old Wei shook his head with a bitter smile, his eyes filled with despair.

"Mr. Ma, Mr. Yan's underlying algorithm and chip manufacturing process are at least twenty years ahead of ours!"

"We're like primitive people with stone axes, being mowed down by Gatling guns on the other side."

Ma Tengyun staggered two steps and slumped into a chair.

"Twenty years? You mean, 50 billion thrown into the water and not even a sound is heard?"

"Forget about the noise, even our own long-time users are trying to bypass the Great Firewall to download Yunxiao OS!"

Old Wei pointed to the blue dots that were spreading across the national map, his voice trembling with tears.

"Yan Qingfeng isn't just trying to steal Handong's business; he's trying to promote this system nationwide!"

"Mr. Ma, if we don't get their system authorization soon, it won't be long before we're in trouble."

Old Wei swallowed hard and delivered the most devastating blow.

"Our trillion-dollar e-commerce empire is about to shut down completely!"