Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of shattering glass seemed insignificant amidst the tsunami of applause.

The sharp shards of glass instantly pierced Sato Ichiro's palm.

The crimson wine mixed with the glaring blood dripped from between his fingers onto the expensive Persian carpet.

But he seemed not to feel any pain.

Extreme shock and the overwhelming surge of qi and blood caused his meager internal energy to completely spiral out of control.

"Buzz—"

A surge of foul air rushed straight to my head.

The gold-rimmed glasses on Ichiro Sato's nose symbolized both refinement and arrogance.

Surprisingly, it was affected by the invisible backlash of energy.

With a "snap," the lens shattered instantly, revealing two fine cracks resembling a spider web!

He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His legs buckled, and he staggered back two steps, clinging tightly to the supporting pillar beside him.

His whole body trembled violently, as if he were having a seizure.

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

Sato Ichiro's lips were pale, and he muttered to himself nervously. Behind the shattered glasses, his eyes were filled with deep despair.

In front of the booth.

The chief electronics engineer from Japan who came with Sato.

At this moment, they no longer cared about dignity or self-respect.

He pulled a high-powered magnifying glass from his pocket and pounced on the LCD screen like a madman.

He practically pressed his nose against the screen, observing the indistinguishable pixels with a mixture of greed and dread.

"Oh God... Amaterasu Omikami..."

The Japanese engineer's voice was choked with sobs.

"No cathode ray tubes! No deflection coils! All-carbon-based semiconductor structure!"

"The color saturation, the pixel density..."

He turned his head sharply and looked at Sato Ichiro, who was slumped next to the pillar.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and like a child who had suffered a great injustice, she burst into tears in front of all the Chinese and foreign reporters present.

"Mr. Sato! It's over! It's all over!"

The engineer beat his chest and cried his heart out.

"This technology is at least fifty years ahead of our Great Japanese Empire!"

"Our cathode ray tube production line is nothing but a pile of scrap metal compared to it!"

"If this kind of television were mass-produced, Japan's electronics industry... would be completely finished!"

boom!

The engineer's hysterical cries were like pouring a bucket of cold water into a scalding oil pan.

The Chinese and foreign guests present were once again deeply impressed.

Even the chief engineer of the competitor broke down and admitted defeat on the spot!

What does this tell us?

This demonstrates that China's technology is truly invincible! It's an absolute game-changer!

The vice minister of the Ministry of Foreign Trade was so excited that his face was flushed.

He looked at Zhang Huaimin's tall and straight back, his eyes reddening slightly.

A triumphant moment!

For many years, China has suffered the scorn of these Western conglomerates and Japanese chambers of commerce in foreign trade and technological exchanges.

Today, it's finally our turn, the Chinese people, to crush their pride and confidence!

The deputy minister suppressed his excitement and strode to the booth.

He looked coldly at Sato Ichiro, who was trembling as he leaned against a pillar.

"Mr. Sato."

The vice minister's voice was loud and clear, exuding an inviolable aura of a great power.

"Everyone heard what you just said clearly."

"The outcome is now decided."

"We Chinese don't want your $50 million worth of secondhand electronic waste!"

"Not only do we not want to."

A colder, devoid of any warmth, voice rang out from behind the deputy minister.

Zhang Huaimin had his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers.

He strode over slowly and steadily to Sato Ichiro.

He looked down at the once arrogant representative of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce.

Those deep black eyes flashed with a chilling light that terrified Sato Ichiro.

"According to our bet."

Zhang Huaimin's voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of every reporter clearly.

Camera lenses were all pointed at the two of them, and the flashbulbs were as bright as day.

"Mr. Sato, it's time for you to keep your promise."

Zhang Huaimin stretched out his long, slender finger and pointed to the red-carpeted passageway in the banquet hall that led directly to the main entrance.

"Kneel down."

"Climb out."

These four words sound so light and airy.

But to Ichiro Sato, it was like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

To make him crawl out of China's state guesthouse on his knees like a dog in front of the world's media?!

This is a million times worse than killing him!

If he really did that.

Tomorrow, his photo will be on the front page of newspapers all over the world.

Not only will his personal future be completely destroyed, but the reputation of the entire Japanese Imperial Chamber of Commerce will also be utterly ruined!

"You...you're dreaming!"

Sato Ichiro suddenly raised his head, pointing at Zhang Huaimin with his blood-covered hands, like a trapped beast cornered in a desperate situation.

"I am the chief representative of the Imperial Japanese Commerce Association! I enjoy diplomatic privileges!"

"This is an insult to our international friends! I want to lodge a strong protest with your government!"

He tried to use his identity to pressure Zhang Huaimin, attempting to deceive him.

But in Zhang Huaimin's eyes, this was nothing more than the impotent rage of a clown.

"Protest? Sure."

Zhang Huaimin's lips curled into a mocking sneer, his eyes becoming extremely sharp.

"But there is no place for deadbeats in China."

He gave Sato Ichiro no further chance to make excuses.

Zhang Huaimin turned his head slightly and gave instructions to Chen Bing behind him in a detached tone.

"Brother Chen, since Mr. Sato has difficulty walking..."

"Then let's help him."

"yes!"

Chen Bing had long been unable to contain his anger.

These foreign devils usually act arrogantly in China, but today they've messed with Advisor Zhang. They're asking for death!

He waved his hand.

Four burly, menacing-looking guards from Zhongnanhai charged forward like wolves.

"What are you doing! Let me go! You idiot!"

Sato Ichiro screamed in fright and struggled desperately.

But his pitiful strength was utterly laughable, like that of a baby, in front of these battle-hardened imperial guards.

The two guards showed no mercy, gripping Sato Ichiro's shoulders tightly from both sides.

A muffled "crack" sounded.

The guard slammed his knee into Sato's knee.

"what!"

Sato Ichiro let out a piercing scream, and his knees buckled.

With a "thump," he knelt heavily on the red carpet.

The other two interior defenders, like dragging a dead dog, supported his arms from the left and right.

Ignoring his cries and struggles.

They dragged him along the red carpet in an extremely humiliating "kneeling" posture.

Drag them toward the gate of the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse!

This scene.

Extremely stunning! Extremely comfortable!

Representatives of multinational conglomerates who were once arrogant and boasted that China was fifty years behind.

At this moment, like a stray dog, I have lost all face and suffered endless humiliation on the land of China.

Foreign journalists frantically pressed their shutters, capturing this historic moment.

The representatives of China felt that the pent-up anger that had been building up in their chests for years could finally be released.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

"Bang!"

The banquet hall doors were slammed shut, cutting off Sato Ichiro's pathetic screams.

Zhang Huaimin turned around to face the countless flashing camera lights.

A confident and domineering smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Dear journalists."

Zhang Huaimin raised his voice, which resonated throughout the venue via the microphone.

What you see today is just the beginning.

"On behalf of Future Technology Group, I hereby officially announce!"

Zhang Huaimin pointed to the stunning ultra-thin LCD TV that had amazed the world, his voice ringing out firmly.

"Future technology LCD TVs!"

"Mass production will officially begin next week!"

"Available across the board!"