Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Want me to show you a bigger one?"

Sato Ichiro held a glass of red wine, his eyes coldly fixed on Zhang Huaimin, who slowly walked out from the corner.

He looked the excessively young Chinese man up and down.

Wearing a suit without any logos, he exuded an indescribable air of nobility and composure.

"Who are you?"

Sato Ichiro frowned deeply. This kid's aura was too strong, making it hard for him to breathe.

Before Zhang Huaimin could even speak...

A senior expert from the Ministry of Electronics Industry of China, who had long been angered by Sato's arrogance, stood up excitedly.

"Mr. Sato! This is our Red Star Heavy Industry's lifetime specially appointed chief consultant and the chairman of Future Technology Group!"

The old expert pointed at Zhang Huaimin, his back ramrod straight.

"Comrade Zhang Huaimin!"

Upon hearing the name "Zhang Huaimin".

The Western representatives and reporters in the banquet hall, who had just been watching with expressions of amusement, all gasped in surprise.

Is this the legendary genius who single-handedly created China's super alloy and micro generator?!

So young?!

Sato Ichiro's expression also changed.

His "honey trap" scheme in the courtyard back then was foiled by this kid.

Although he didn't know what methods Zhang Huaimin used to make Liu Haizhong confess in front of the entire factory.

But this name is etched in his memory!

"Oh? So it's Chairman Zhang."

After a brief moment of shock, Ichiro Sato quickly regained his arrogant and haughty demeanor.

In his view, Zhang Huaimin was a genius because he understood mechanics and metal materials.

But this is completely unrelated to precision electronic semiconductors!

"I've heard that you have made some achievements in the steel industry."

Sato Ichiro swirled his wine glass, a cold, extremely contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"But this is an electronics technology exchange, not your kind of blacksmith shop where you swing sledgehammers and hammer iron!"

He turned around and arrogantly pointed at the three heavy Sony CRT televisions on the display stand.

He then pointed to the elderly Chinese experts in the audience, whose faces were ashen.

"Mr. Zhang, my earlier statement that you won't be able to manufacture a color TV in thirty years might be a bit of an overstatement."

Sato Ichiro's voice suddenly rose, becoming extremely arrogant.

"Look at you so-called electronics experts, you can't even understand the most basic principle of electron beam deflection in a cathode ray tube!"

"I'll give you fifty years!"

"You will never be able to break free from your dependence on the cathode ray tubes of our Great Japanese Empire!"

"In the consumer electronics sector, you Chinese will forever be relegated to your knees, picking up our leftovers!"

Arrogant!

Arrogant and disrespectful!

These words are utterly insulting and trampling on Chinese researchers!

Several hot-tempered senior experts were so angry that they were trembling and almost rushed onto the stage to fight.

"Sato! You're too arrogant!"

"We Chinese people will never buy your electronic waste!"

Faced with this scene of intense public outrage.

Zhang Huaimin, however, appeared unusually calm.

He did not fly into a rage, nor did he shout in rebuttal.

He simply strode forward, pushing through the crowd, and walked steadily to the center of the booth.

He stood in front of the three enormous CRT television sets.

Long, slender fingers tapped lightly on the thick plastic casing, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"Old man."

Zhang Huaimin turned his head, his clear black and white eyes coldly looking down at Sato Ichiro.

"This is a high-energy-consuming picture tube that is as thick as a large water tank, emits a lot of radiation, and produces picture quality with snow-like particles."

His tone was calm, yet it exuded an absolute confidence that was impossible to refute.

"In my lab, it would have been treated as electronic waste and thrown into the trash long ago."

What?!

Electronic waste?!

These words caused an uproar throughout the room!

The Western journalists were so excited they were practically on steroids, their camera flashes going off like crazy.

This is absolutely huge news!

A young chairman of a Chinese company dared to publicly declare that Trinitron color TVs, representing the world's highest technology, are electronic waste!

Sato Ichiro was taken aback at first, then seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He threw his head back and laughed wildly, completely unaware that he had spilled red wine on his suit.

"Mr. Zhang, have you been spending too much time in the blacksmith's shop? Has your brain been fried by the furnace fire?"

Sato Ichiro pointed at Zhang Huaimin, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

"This is the most cutting-edge technology that our Great Japanese Empire spent hundreds of millions of US dollars and ten years to develop!"

"You actually called it garbage?"

He abruptly stopped smiling, his eyes turning incredibly sinister.

"Since you're so arrogant, then show us a decent television set!"

"Don't tell me that your advanced Chinese technology only exists in your laughable words!"

Faced with Ichiro Sato's relentless pressure.

Zhang Huaimin smiled faintly and straightened the cuffs of his suit.

"Watching TV is fine."

"However, just watching isn't very interesting. Why don't we add some prizes?"

Zhang Huaimin's gaze was like lightning, piercing straight at Sato Ichiro.

"Let's make a bet."

"Ten minutes."

Zhang Huaimin stretched out a long, slender finger and waved it in front of Sato Ichiro.

Give me ten minutes.

"I'm right here on this platform, in front of reporters from all over the world."

"I will personally build a brand-new concept television that completely surpasses Japan's highest technology in terms of picture quality, thickness, and color reproduction!"

crazy!

This young man is absolutely insane!

All the Chinese and foreign guests present, including the leaders of China's Ministry of Foreign Trade, stared wide-eyed at Zhang Huaimin as if he were an alien.

Ten minutes?

In the banquet hall of the state guesthouse, there is no cleanroom, no precision assembly line, and not even a soldering iron.

Hand-made color television?!

This is a million times more outrageous than making an atomic bomb with bare hands!

"Consultant Zhang! Don't act impulsively!"

An elderly expert was so anxious he was stamping his feet. If they lost, China would completely lose face on the international stage!

Upon hearing this, Ichiro Sato was first shocked, then overjoyed.

This kid is incredibly arrogant!

If you're asking for it, then don't blame me!

"Okay! I'll bet with you!"

Sato Ichiro readily agreed, fearing that Zhang Huaimin might change his mind.

He stared intently at Zhang Huaimin, his eyes filled with cruelty and smugness.

"If you lose, I want you to represent your Future Technology Group, and the entire Chinese electronics industry!"

"Kneeling on this exhibition platform in front of all the Chinese and foreign journalists!"

"From here, climb all the way out of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse!"

This bet can only be described as vicious.

This is tantamount to completely destroying Zhang Huaimin's dignity and breaking the backbone of China's technology!

The leaders of China's leaders changed their expressions drastically and were about to speak up to stop them.

Zhang Huaimin nodded without hesitation.

"Can."

He looked at Sato Ichiro, his lips curling into an even colder expression.

"But if you lose."

"I want your Japanese Chamber of Commerce, along with all this junk."

Zhang Huaimin pointed to the CRT televisions, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Similarly, crawl out of China on your knees!"

"It's a deal!"

Sato Ichiro roared, as if he could already see Zhang Huaimin kneeling on the ground begging for mercy.

At that moment, all the spotlights went off like crazy, illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for this seemingly absurd yet earth-shattering gamble that concerned the dignity of a great power.

Zhang Huaimin turned his head away, ignoring Sato Ichiro, who was acting like a clown.

He waved to Chen Bing, who had been standing below the stage with a stern expression.

"Brother Chen."

Zhang Huaimin spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were really just preparing to make a trivial little craft.

"Go to the car and get my box of discarded carbon-based silicon wafers and luminescent powder from the trunk."