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The giant LED screen at the back of the stage slowly opened from the middle, and a completely black Miaomiao M9 slowly drove onto the stage from backstage.

The lights shine on the car body, reflecting a deep luster on the paint. The body lines are smooth and powerful, and the continuous light strip is like a sharp arc of light cutting through the darkness.

The audience erupted in cheers; some stood up and applauded, while others frantically took photos with their phones.

The live stream chat exploded with comments like "far ahead".

Zong Wen excitedly grabbed Zhang Yifan's arm: "Brother Fan! This car! I'll save up and buy one when I start working! Look at that continuous light strip, look at those wheels, look at that intelligent driving system! It's so damn cool!"

Tang Xiaonuan was also infected by the atmosphere: "It really looks good, much better than in the pictures."

Rossi stood beside the car, smiling, enjoying the moment.

He introduced the exterior details and interior configuration of the actual vehicle one by one, and then the press conference came to an end.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, then turned and walked to the front of the stage.

The Miaomiao M9 should slowly drive off the stage behind him, with the lighting effects and background music already pre-set.

Everything is proceeding according to plan.

Rossi walked to the front of the stage, stopped, smiled, and began, "So, today's launch event for our Miaomiao M9..."

The car behind him didn't move.

The staff pressed the remote control again, but it still didn't move.

The driver frantically pressed the start button inside the car; the instrument panel flashed once, then went dark, then flashed again, then went dark again.

When the button was pressed a third time, the instrument panel stopped flashing altogether, and the entire car stood like a black stone in the center of the stage.

People started whispering among themselves.

Rossi continued reading his closing remarks, but his pace was noticeably faster than before. He kept glancing back out of the corner of his eye as he read, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

His fingers tightened around the microphone, his knuckles turning slightly white.

The Miaomiao M9 behind them remained motionless, like a black sculpture.

The live stream chat started acting strangely the moment the car stopped.

"Why isn't the car getting off? Shouldn't it be driven off the stage by now?"

"According to the procedure, it should have left the stage by now, so why is it still stopped there?"

"Could something have gone wrong?"

"Bullshit! How could there be anything wrong with the chrysanthemum! It's deliberately left on the stage so everyone can see it!"

"Yes, they're definitely showing off for a longer time on purpose. Don't spread rumors."

"Intentionally showing it for a little longer? Then why cut the screen?"

While the comments section was buzzing with excitement, Ma Guoliang, CEO of Chixing, was already covered in sweat.

He stood in the stage control area on the side of the stage, one hand supporting himself on the table, the other gripping the walkie-talkie, his knuckles cracking.

On the stage, Miaomiao M9 stood in the very center like a black stone.

Rossi was still on stage, trying his best to read the closing remarks, but anyone could see that his speaking speed was much slower than usual.

Ma Guoliang stared at the car, cursing the engineer in charge of vehicle debugging a hundred thousand times in his mind.

Before the press conference, he personally watched the staff drive the exhibition vehicle onto the stage backstage, and everything seemed normal at that time.

Thousands of people are now watching this broken-down car, and millions of viewers are watching the live stream.

He closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, turned to the stage manager, and whispered something:

"Cut the live stream! Cut the close-up of the display car, cut the logo, cut anything, just don't let the broken-down M9 appear on camera."

The stage manager's fingers flew across the control panel, and the live stream switched from a panoramic view of the stage to a close-up of the Miaomiao M9 on display.

The pre-recorded high-definition footage shows the car body shimmering under the lights, with the wheels turning slowly; every frame is as exquisite as a car magazine cover.

While switching the feed, the staff member turned to ask, "Mr. Ma, we can switch the live stream, but what about the audience here? Thousands of eyes are watching the stage."

Ma Guoliang wiped the sweat from his forehead: "We can't worry about that now, let's save the live stream first. The people here... I hope they think this is part of the press conference program."

After doing what he could, he clasped his hands together in front of his nose, stared at the motionless M9 on the stage, and muttered something silently.

He prayed that the M9 on the platform would start normally, even if it took a minute longer to get off.

As long as things can move, this matter can still be resolved.

Five seconds passed, then ten seconds, and the M9 remained motionless, like a black sculpture.

Rossi on the stage had finished reading her closing remarks.

He couldn't delay any longer; he had read all the prepared lines and filled all the gaps for improvisation.

He still wore a professional smile, but the smile was frozen at the corners of his mouth, as if it were glued on.

He switched the microphone to his other hand, his voice still strong and clear, as if everything was going according to plan:

"Let's give everyone a little more time to appreciate Miaomiao M9."

After the press conference, those who are interested can visit the m9 booth to experience it for themselves.

The actual vehicle is parked in the east section of the venue; everyone is welcome to experience it up close.

That concludes today's press conference. Thank you all.

He bowed, turned and walked off the stage.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, and his back remained straight, just as he would when walking off the stage of any other press conference.

Only after he walked behind the curtain did his face darken.

It was the gloom before a storm.

He handed the microphone to the staff member next to him, pushed open the door to the lounge, and strode in.

Ma Guoliang was already standing inside.

With his back to the door, he stared at the monitor on the wall that was silently playing a live broadcast. The Miaomiao M9 display car in the picture was still slowly rotating, and every frame was perfect.

Hearing the door open, he turned around, a smile that looked more like a grimace plastered on his face, and his lips moved slightly.

Before she could even speak, Rossi's voice boomed through the lounge like thunder:

"You fucking drive me a nice car!"

Rossi's face turned bright red, her finger almost poking Ma Guoliang's nose, and her voice was so loud that the staff in the corridor outside the lounge instinctively shrank back.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, please calm down..."

We've checked it; it's a software system malfunction.

There was a bug in the communication protocol between the intelligent driving module and the vehicle control unit. It wasn't a hardware issue, just a software bug. It definitely won't happen again...

"Next time? You want a next time?"

Rossi laughed in exasperation.

"I have been in the industry for over 20 years, from mobile phones to communication equipment, and I have never encountered such a scene before!"

You made me lose face in front of the whole country today. Just that "far ahead" joke is enough to keep those people online laughing for a whole year!

And that screen switching... what's the point of switching screens?

You can cut through live streams, can you cut through thousands of people live on-site?

"Don't you have any idea what videos will circulate online after the press conference?"

Rossi, still furious, stared into Ma Guoliang's eyes and said, word by word, "This isn't over yet. If the stock price is affected by this, I won't let it go."