Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Brother Chen, turn on the power."

Zhang Huaimin's voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the huge banquet hall.

Without any hesitation, Chen Bing strode to the power socket next to the temporary worktable.

All eyes were on them, including those of the foreign journalists who had been expecting a laugh.

At that moment, they were all as if they were drawn to a strong magnet, staring intently at that black, incredibly thin board.

Ichiro Sato stood less than two meters from the booth, holding a half-full glass of red wine.

The mocking smirk still lingered on his lips.

"Playing tricks," Sato cursed inwardly.

"This piece of broken glass, less than a centimeter thick, doesn't even have enough space for a picture tube, and you expect it to emit light and produce an image?"

"This is idiotic behavior that defies the common sense of physics!"

He was even prepared to wait for the board to become unresponsive after being powered on, or to short-circuit and emit black smoke.

He wanted to use the most vicious language to condemn this arrogant young Chinese man and the technological dignity of the entire nation.

Stomp on it hard under your feet and grind it into powder!

"Click".

Chen Bing carefully inserted the plug into the socket and pressed the switch.

The power is on.

one second.

two seconds.

The deep black screen remained completely still.

"Hahaha!"

Sato Ichiro finally couldn't hold back any longer. He pointed at the screen and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Mr. Zhang! Is this what you call a 'brand new concept television'?"

"A blackboard that won't light up? This is the pinnacle of technology in your China?!"

Several foreign executives around them also joined in the laughter.

The leaders of China's Ministry of Foreign Trade turned pale, and some even closed their eyes in anguish.

What a disgrace! This time, we've truly embarrassed ourselves internationally!

however.

Just as Sato's laughter reached its peak.

Just when everyone thought this farce was about to end in a crushing defeat for China.

"Buzz—"

A barely perceptible hum.

That ultra-thin screen that Sato mocked as a "blackboard".

Suddenly it lit up!

There's no harsh electrical noise like when an old-fashioned TV is turned on, nor the eye-straining screen flickering and warm-up process.

Its brightness was both extremely striking and extremely natural.

It's like someone suddenly pulling back the curtains that were blocking out the view in the dark!

"boom!"

In that instant, everyone's brain felt as if it had been struck by a thousand-ton hammer!

There were no snowflakes or ripples on the screen.

What appeared was a picture.

A picture so clear it makes you doubt your own eyes, so shocking it makes your soul tremble!

That was a dynamic video test clip pre-stored in a carbon-based chip.

on the screen.

It is a vast and boundless primeval forest.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the lush green leaves, casting dappled shadows.

A brightly colored macaw is perched on a branch, preening its feathers.

It's so clear! So realistic!

Even the finest textures on a parrot's feathers, and even the tiny veins and dewdrops on a leaf.

Everything is presented perfectly on this thin screen with incredible sharpness!

The colors are so vibrant they seem to overflow from the screen.

There is absolutely no graininess, and no distortion whatsoever!

This is a true 4K ultra-high-definition LCD display technology that integrates system features!

"My God..."

The German optics expert who had previously mocked Zhang Huaimin dropped his camera onto the red carpet.

Completely oblivious, he pounced on the front of the booth like a madman.

He was practically glued to the screen.

His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was agape enough to fit a fist.

"The color reproduction is amazing...the contrast is incredible..."

His hands trembled as he tried to touch the parrot on the screen, as if it were a living creature.

"How did they do that?! Where's the cathode ray tube? Where's the electron gun?!"

The old expert screamed incoherently, his worldview completely shattered.

"How could a light-emitting element possibly fit in such a thin space?!"

It wasn't just him.

All the Chinese and foreign guests in the banquet hall were stunned into silence.

They looked at the LCD TV, which was as thin as a painting.

Turning back, let's look at the Sony Trinitron color TV that Ichiro Sato was praising to the skies.

That CRT television was as heavy as a water tank, with slightly distorted edges on the screen and dull colors.

In front of Zhang Huaimin's ultra-thin television, which is full of futuristic and sci-fi aesthetics.

It looks like a pile of scrap metal from the Stone Age!

This is hardly a technological leap.

This is clearly a technological crushing victory that transcends centuries! It's a side-by-side comparison of different civilizations!

Under the dazzling light of this 4K LCD screen, those three Japanese televisions that were originally high and mighty were overshadowed.

It instantly became incredibly ugly and ridiculous.

"This...this is impossible..."

Sato Ichiro's laughter sounded like someone had cut his throat with a knife.

The expression on his face froze in a state of extreme absurdity and distortion.

His eyes were fixed on the thin screen.

Looking at the lifelike images on it.

He felt like he was about to stop breathing, and his mind went completely blank.

"A hallucination! This must be a hallucination!"

Sato Ichiro roared madly in his heart.

How could the pinnacle of technology that he was so proud of, the Great Japanese Empire, be utterly defeated in ten minutes by a teenage Chinese boy using a pile of junk?!

That's absolutely impossible!

but.

The dazzling light from the screen, and the frenzied exclamations of the foreign experts around them as if witnessing a miracle.

Like resounding slaps, they mercilessly struck his face.

It's burning hot!

"Chairman Zhang... Chairman Zhang!"

The vice minister of China's Ministry of Foreign Trade was so excited that his voice was trembling violently.

He strode to the booth, looked at the incredible television set, and almost burst into tears.

"This...this really was something we created ourselves?!"

Zhang Huaimin had one hand in his trouser pocket.

His expression remained calm, and he didn't even glance at the world-shaking television set.

He simply turned his head away.

His gaze was like two cold, sharp swords, piercing straight at the stunned Ichiro Sato.

"Mr. Sato."

Zhang Huaimin's voice wasn't loud, but it could be clearly heard in the deathly silent banquet hall.

"Do you remember the bet we made earlier?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Three seconds later.

"Whoosh—!"

The entire banquet hall erupted like a long-suppressed volcano!

Those foreign journalists, foreign executives, and all the Chinese representatives who were just watching coldly from the sidelines.

at this point.

Without prior arrangement, from the bottom of their hearts, they stood up from their seats as if they had gone mad!

A deafening roar of applause, cheers, and screams erupted.

Like a tsunami, it almost blew off the roof of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse!

This applause is dedicated to this groundbreaking invention.

It is also dedicated to this young Chinese man who used his absolutely hardcore technological strength to crush the arrogance of foreigners!

Amidst the deafening applause.

Sato Ichiro's face was ashen.

He stared intently at the thin screen, his eyes filled with unbearable despair and deep fear.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound.

The exquisite crystal goblet in Ichiro Sato's hand.

It was crushed to pieces by his trembling hand, which was filled with extreme anger and fear!