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National Convention Center.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Luxury cars lined up in front of Hall B, and Li Mingyuan, Vice President of Baidu, was surrounded by a group of reporters, talking with a beaming smile about Baidu AI's future strategy.

The atmosphere in Hall A, which is separated by only one wall, is much quieter.

The venue was packed with people, about two-thirds of them. The front row was occupied by invited tech media, while the back row was filled with tech bloggers who had come just to join the fun. There were even a few content creators on the music streaming platform who made videos specifically criticizing Moss.

They're all here to have fun.

After all, for the past two weeks, Deep Space Technology has been relentlessly criticized online, accused of "faking PPT presentations," "playing a money-grabbing game," and "the boss being too guilty to show his face." Everyone wants to see what tricks this mysterious Deep Space Technology will pull today.

Backstage

Dai Da-mai was sweating profusely with nervousness, clutching the black briefcase containing the engineering machine.

"Mr. Chen, it's almost time." Dai Da-mai pushed the wheelchair over. "Let me help you up; your leg..."

"Need not."

Chen Zhi stood up, supporting himself on the armrest of the chair with one hand, and took a black metal cane from Li Zhiyi.

Li Zhiyi was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans today. She stood next to him and straightened his suit collar, her eyes a little red.

"Don't push yourself. If it hurts, walk slowly," she whispered to him.

"Don't worry." Chen Zhi pinched her cheek. "Today, your husband is going to put on a big show in front of the whole internet."

Li Zhiyi's face flushed, and she quickly took a half step back.

The lights at the front desk suddenly dimmed.

The noisy venue fell silent instantly.

A spotlight shone on the entrance on the side of the stage.

Chen Zhi, leaning on a metal crutch, limped into the circle of light.

The entire audience was stunned.

The reporters in the front row looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who is this?"

"A staff member? Why is he a cripple?"

Where is the boss of Deep Space Technology?

The whispers below grew louder and louder.

Chen Zhi walked to the center of the stage, leaned his cane against the podium, and adjusted the height of the microphone while supporting himself on the podium with one hand.

He glanced around the audience and gently tapped the microphone.

"Knock knock."

The sound was transmitted throughout Hall A via the speakers.

Chen Zhi spoke into the microphone.

"Many of them are meeting me for the first time."

"Let me introduce myself. I am Chen Zhi, the founder and CEO of Deep Space Technology."

Quiet.

The audience was silent.

A full three seconds passed before an elderly reporter in the front row suddenly realized what was happening and began snapping photos rapidly with his DSLR camera.

Holy crap!

Someone in the back row swore, and the entire venue instantly erupted in chaos.

The flashes went off like a storm, blinding everyone.

"Chen Zhi? He's that mysterious boss of Deep Space Technology?"

"So young? Looks like a college student!"

"Is this guy even twenty years old?!"

Meanwhile, in the live stream room filled with dancing musical notes, the number of online viewers was skyrocketing at an alarming rate.

Originally, only a few hundred thousand people were watching the spectacle, but the moment Chen Zhi revealed himself, the number of online viewers immediately exceeded 500,000.

The comments section was flooded with messages like a waterfall.

"Holy crap! Looks like that? Height? You call this a tech company boss?"

"Nineteen years old! I found out! He's a freshman at Peking University's Yuanpei College!"

"A freshman? The owner of a company valued at 15 billion US dollars? Am I living the hell out of my life?"

Pei Ningxue was wearing silk pajamas and sat cross-legged on the wool rug in the living room. There was an iced Americano on the coffee table in front of her and an iPad next to her.

The screen shows a live broadcast from Hall A.

Seeing Chen Zhi's ostentatious appearance on stage, dressed in a haute couture suit and leaning on a cane, Pei Ningxue snorted coldly.

"Even with a broken leg, he's still restless."

She picked up her iced Americano and took a sip, but her eyes never left the screen, fixed on the figure under the spotlight.

On-site at Hall A.

Chen Zhi placed his hands on the podium and let the flashbulbs go off for half a minute before raising his hands and pressing them down.

The scene gradually quieted down.

"Judging from everyone's expressions, they seem a little disappointed with my image as the boss." Chen Zhi chuckled into the microphone. "Maybe in everyone's mind, someone who works on AI should be a balding guy, or a tech guy in a plaid shirt."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

Chen Zhi then changed the subject.

"Recently, everyone has heard some smears against us from our peers."

He didn't name names, but everyone knew who he was talking about.

"There are all sorts of press releases online saying that Moss has no core technology, that we are a capital scam, and even that I, as the boss, am too guilty to show my face and am preparing to run away with the money."

Chen Zhi paused for a moment.

"I haven't responded at all."

"It's not that I don't want to get involved, it's that there's no need to."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room erupted in uproar.

This arrogant attitude is exactly what the media and netizens like.

"The next building, Hall B, must be quite lively right now. I bet President Li is giving a long talk about their AI ecosystem strategy and showing off their future PowerPoint presentation." Chen Zhi pointed towards the wall. "We at Deep Space Technology don't do that kind of empty talk."

"Today's new product is the best response to those rumors."

Chen Zhi picked up the laser pointer on the table and pressed it.

The huge LED screen behind them lit up.

Against a deep starry sky background, two logos slowly emerge.

The image on the left represents deep space technology.

On the right is a very familiar logo.

A large "X" connects them in the middle.

Deep Space Technology X Meizu.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by gasps of surprise.

"Meizu?! Isn't Meizu about to go bankrupt?"

"Deep Space Technology actually outsourced manufacturing to Meizu?! They're going to make smartphones?!"

"Are you crazy?! The mobile phone market is dominated by Apple, Samsung, and Huami. For a software startup to go and make phones is just asking for trouble!"

Reporters in the tech media section frantically typed on their laptops; the explosive nature of this news had completely exceeded their expectations.

"Meizu's longtime fans are crying their eyes out! Huang Zhang has finally come back to life!"

"Making phones? Isn't Moss a voice assistant? What's so special about putting it in a phone? Siri does the same thing, doesn't it?"

"This crossover is a huge leap forward, Mr. Chen! Taking such big steps can easily backfire!"

Chen Zhi was very satisfied with the reaction from the audience.

That's the kind of contrast and shock he wanted.

"Everyone seems quite puzzled." Chen Zhi pressed the laser pointer again.

The logo on the screen disappeared, replaced by a line of striking white text.

Free your hands, reshape the future.

"The development of smartphones has stagnated over the past decade." Chen Zhi's voice was calm and resolute, carrying a strong sense of conviction. "We've been competing on screen refresh rates, camera pixels, and processor benchmark scores. But the fundamental interaction logic of smartphones hasn't changed at all since the first Apple phone was released."

"You still need to use your fingers to swipe the screen, open individual apps, and perform tedious operations."

"That's not intelligence."

Chen Zhi raised his head and his gaze swept across the entire room.

"Today, the product jointly launched by Deep Space Technology and Meizu will completely revolutionize your understanding of mobile phones."

He turned around and took out the black briefcase from under the podium.

Click.

The box was opened.

Chen Zhi took out a pure white engineering machine and held it up in his hand.

It has no fancy design, only an extreme screen-to-body ratio and Meizu's signature smooth feel.

"Starting today."

Chen Zhi looked at the countless cameras pointed at him from below the stage, his tone calm yet resolute.

"The smartphones in your hands will all become antiques."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

That line is too arrogant.

A 19-year-old disabled college student stood on the stage, holding a cell phone whose brand hadn't even been established yet, and dared to declare war on cell phone manufacturers all over the world?

A tech blogger sitting in the front row couldn't help but stand up and shout.

"Mr. Chen! Such big talk! All talk and no action! Show us what makes this phone so amazing!"

"Yes! Let me demonstrate!"

"Let's see how to turn our cell phones into antiques!"

The crowd below was filled with righteous indignation, and the atmosphere reached its climax.

Chen Zhi smiled.

He placed his phone on the podium and connected it to the projection cable for the large screen.

"Since everyone is in such a hurry..."

Chen Zhisong opened his hand without touching the screen at all.

"Well then, welcome to the future."