The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

The press conference ended less than an hour ago.

Major social media platforms were completely paralyzed.

Deep Space Technology occupied eight of the top ten trending topics on Weibo.

#DeepSpaceTech 3999 Let's be friends#

#19-year-old genius Chen Zhi#

#QianduPPTLaunchEvent#

The word "Explosion" is always followed by a deep red character after the entry.

On the music charts, clips of Moss's demo footage saw an exponential explosion in views.

Netizens have completely gone crazy.

"Nineteen years old! Freshman in college! Worth billions! I was nineteen and still playing League of Legends in my dorm getting called a noob by my roommates!"

"At this price of 3999, Mr. Chen is really here to make friends! I managed to snag one of the first releases. Just now, a scalper messaged me offering to buy it for an extra 3000, but I told him to get lost."

"I hereby declare that from this day forward, Chen Zhi is my half-brother!"

"Stop calling me 'brother,' just call me 'godfather.' With this setup for 3999, what more could I ask for?"

"I watched Baidu's press conference. Li Mingyuan talked for two hours about empowerment, key levers, and closed loops, but then Mr. Chen next to him just pulled out a phone and completely outdid them. It cracked me up."

"Meizu's official Weibo account has been flooded with negative comments. Huang Zhang, wake up and get to the workshop to tighten screws! Even if the sewing machines are smoking, you have to increase production capacity!"

The number of viewers in Geek Lao Zhou's live stream skyrocketed, reaching a peak of three million.

Old Zhou sat in his gaming chair, his forehead covered in sweat, holding a white phone in his hand.

"Brothers, I went to great lengths to get my hands on this first-release unit!" Old Zhou shouted into the camera. "Today, let's do a hardcore debunking! I don't believe this thing is as amazing as they made it out to be at the launch event!"

The comments section was full of people just looking for fun.

Old Zhou held the phone up to the camera lens, deftly used the SIM card eject tool to pop out the SIM card slot, and then slid it down from the top of the screen to turn off WiFi and Bluetooth.

"Look carefully! It's completely offline!" Old Zhou slammed his fist on the table. "Didn't you boast at the press conference about running a large local model without a network? Let's test it now!"

He cleared his throat and gave instructions into his phone.

"Moss, find all the night scene photos I took in Shanghai last month in my album, pick out the three with the best composition, add filters, add a catchy background music, and combine them into a ten-second short video."

This is a rather bizarre test.

In an offline environment, the phone needs to rely entirely on local computing power to recognize photo content, analyze composition, render filters, match audio, and complete video editing.

However, current mobile phone chips clearly have difficulty running AI models.

Old Zhou crossed his arms, waiting to see the joke.

The phone screen lit up.

The photo album opened automatically, and thousands of photos flashed across the screen. After a few seconds, three photos of the Bund at night were extracted separately.

The screen switched to the background processing interface, and the red and blue intertwined tones instantly covered the original image.

A very dynamic background music started playing.

Once the video is generated, it will automatically begin looping.

The entire process took less than eight seconds.

He refused to believe it and tried a few more commands.

"Moss, clean up all junk files larger than 100MB on this phone, and then change the battery display to a percentage."

The moment he finished speaking, Moss completed the operation.

Old Zhou still wouldn't give up.

"Moss, help me write a 500-word self-criticism letter on the topic 'I shouldn't have accepted money to scam others.' It needs to be profound and heartfelt!"

A vivid and eloquent self-criticism was generated instantly, even quoting two lines of classical poetry.

Old Zhou was completely convinced.

The chat in the live stream paused for a moment, then exploded.

Holy crap!!!

"A video pops up instantly when the internet goes offline? A written apology? Is this even a cell phone?"

"Brother Zhou, is your face swollen?"

Old Zhou swallowed hard. Having done digital product reviews for so many years, he knew all too well what this meant.

Seeing the screen filled with mocking comments, Lao Zhou's mental defenses completely collapsed.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face.

"Brothers, I confess," Old Zhou's voice trembled, "that video criticizing Deep Space Technology, I was paid to do it, I'm a bastard!"

He held the Deep Space Meizu phone in both hands.

"This phone is amazing!"

The video clips of Lao Zhou's confession went viral across the internet.

Top-floor conference room at Baidu headquarters.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The chairman slammed a stack of reports into Li Mingyuan's face.

"Look at the pre-market prices on the US stock market! It's down 15%!" The chairman pointed at the candlestick chart on the big screen and cursed, "That developer conference you organized, costing tens of millions, has all gone to Deep Space Technology!"

Li Mingyuan lowered his head and forced himself to defend himself.

"Chairman, Deep Space Technology is losing money to gain market share! At 3999 yuan, they're losing money on every unit they sell! This cash-burning model can't last!"

"You know nothing!" The chairman slammed his hand on the conference table. "They're fighting for the entry point! The phone is just a medium; Moss is the core! Once Moss dominates user habits, our search business will be finished! Who will still open a browser to search for things?"

Li Mingyuan didn't dare to refute a single word.

Just a few hours ago, he was still giving a presentation on PowerPoint. Now, the entire internet is comparing Moss with Baidu's "Wenxin Big Model".

The result is a one-sided massacre.

It's 11 p.m.

Chen Zhi lay on the sofa with his left leg raised high, holding a tablet in his hand, scrolling through various comments and clips online.

Seeing those haters who used to criticize him the most now lining up to call him "godfather" on Deep Space Technology's official Weibo account, Chen Zhile spoke up.

A noise came from the direction of the kitchen.

Li Zhiyi came out carrying a white porcelain bowl, wearing a pink apron.

"Stop looking, have some soup." Li Zhiyi walked to the sofa and placed the bowl on the coffee table.

Chen Zhi put down his tablet and looked at her.

"Zhiyi, look at all those people online, they're all praising your husband as a genius." Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow. "Don't you feel a sense of crisis? What if some rich woman takes a liking to me and runs away?"

Li Zhiyi picked up a soup spoon, stirred the soup in the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and gently blew on it to cool it down.

"Your leg is broken, where can you run to?" She held the soup spoon to Chen Zhi's mouth.

Chen Zhi was taken aback. This girl had been corrupted by him.

He obediently opened his mouth and drank the soup. The bone broth was rich and flavorful, with a faint aroma of scallions.

The online world outside is in an uproar, with the cyber frenzy reaching new heights, and the public relations departments of major companies are destined for a sleepless night.