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Rossi stood in the lounge, her chest still heaving, but the flush on her face had slowly subsided.

He closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, the rage in his eyes was gone, replaced by calm.

"Call the PR team over, now!" His voice wasn't loud, but it was decisive.

The assistant, who was already waiting at the door, turned and ran as soon as he heard those words.

Less than two minutes later, the PR director jogged into the lounge with two core members, carrying laptops with the back-end systems of Weibo, Douyin, and several mainstream car forums already open on the screens.

Rossi didn't ask them to sit down, and began to speak quickly and clearly:

"First, control the comments across the entire network. Delete any videos showing the M9 malfunctioning, and limit the traffic of those that cannot be deleted."

Secondly, the official account issued a statement saying that the intelligent driving system of the exhibition vehicle entered the safety protection mode due to network signal interference at the site, which is a normal safety response and not a malfunction.

Third, arrange for several car bloggers to go to the experience store tomorrow for a test drive of the actual car, so they can experience it for themselves and post videos.

Fourth, regarding the final cut at the end of the press conference, if anyone asks, just say it was showing close-up details of the exhibited vehicle, and it was part of the pre-arranged procedure.

The PR director closed his laptop and quickly left the lounge with his team.

Rossi picked up the bottled water that someone had prepared on the table, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

The water tasted a bit strange. He glanced at the label on the bottle; it was a brand he'd never heard of before.

He put the bottle down, glanced at Ma Guoliang who was still standing to the side, and waved his hand impatiently: "Get out. We'll talk about the follow-up to the press conference later."

Ma Guoliang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he met Rossi's cold eyes, he swallowed the words back.

He lowered his head and quickly walked out of the lounge, gently closing the door behind him.

Rossi leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest.

Chixing's foray into car manufacturing is indeed not very reliable.

The fact that a software bug appeared at a press conference indicates a problem with the entire testing process.

Chrysanthemum's first vehicle absolutely cannot fail because of Chixing's lagging R&D capabilities.

He considered to himself whether he should partner with a few more established car companies to diversify the risks.

Chrysanthemums have their own brand, distribution channels, and the Hongmeng system; there's no need to put all their eggs in one basket with Chixing.

At the entrance of Ronggui Snack Shop, the dishes on the folding table had been mostly eaten.

Zong Wen leaned back in his chair, his expression complex.

He had just confidently told Zhang Yifan, "A car endorsed by chrysanthemums must be good."

Then he saw with his own eyes that Miaomiao M9 lay in the center of the stage for almost two minutes.

He felt a slight pain in his face.

Tang Xiaonuan turned off the tablet and pushed it back to Zhang Yifan, her tone very calm:

"I'll go back and talk to my dad about it, and we'll reconsider the car replacement. This Miaomiao M9 looks really good in the promotional video, but it broke down at the launch event, so I'm really not confident driving it on the road."

Zhang Yifan found it somewhat amusing to see how he had gone from a fervent fan to a complete hater in less than the time it takes to eat a meal.

The system had already predicted that after the release of Miaomiao M9, the stock price would soar to 47 yuan, a full twenty-fold increase.

A minor incident at a press conference won't dampen the enthusiasm of the capital market; after all, the halo of chrysanthemum's endorsement is more convincing to investors than any bug.

However, he knew that what Zongwen needed now was not rational analysis, but a way to completely get him out of his self-doubt as a chrysanthemum fanatic.

He picked up his teacup and said casually, "I'll get you a Miaomiao M9 later."

Zong Wen suddenly turned his head, his eyes wide like saucers, and frantically made a cross shape with his hands in front of his chest:

"No! Absolutely not! Brother Fan, you're trying to get me killed!"

Although I am a fan of chrysanthemums, I also have a brain, a bottom line, and a will to survive!

If this car can break down at the launch event, what will it be like for daily driving?

If the intelligent driving system suddenly malfunctions while I'm driving on the highway, locking the steering wheel and failing the brakes, I won't even have time to write my last words!

No, no, that's too unsafe!

When buying a car, it's best to stick with traditional automakers. They've been making cars for decades and have learned from all the mistakes they've made, unlike these new players who dare to release cars before they've even learned from those mistakes.

He said this with an unusually serious expression, as if Zhang Yifan wasn't joking but really poisoning him.

Tang Xiaonuan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zong Wen's reaction.

She stood up and pushed the chair under the table: "Alright, it's getting late, I'm going back now. Tomorrow I'm going back to my hometown with my parents to visit my grandparents."

Zong Wen also stood up, took two steps behind her, then turned back and said to Zhang Yifan in a low voice, "Brother Fan, send me the answers to the last cloze test in English tonight. I want to check and see how many I guessed right."

Zhang Yifan agreed, Zong Wen waved and caught up with Tang Xiaonuan. The two disappeared into the night at the street corner.

The customers in the shop gradually left.

Liu Guilan rubbed her lower back while clearing the dishes from the table, while Zhang Rongshan wiped the stove three times in the kitchen before turning off the lights.

Zhang Yifan folded up the folding table by the door, carried it back into the shop, and helped his mother flip the last few chairs onto the table.

The family of three pulled down the roller shutter door, locked it, and walked home along the dimly lit sidewalk.

Zhang Rongshan, walking beside Zhang Yifan, suddenly spoke:

"Son, I feel a little sorry for you."

This shop should open a few days later. I'll be with you during the college entrance exams these two days, and after the exams, we can have a family meal to celebrate.

Now the shop opens earlier than anything else. Your mom and I were still busy at the stove after your exams, and we didn't even have time to cook you a proper meal.

Liu Guilan chimed in from the other side:

"Your dad is right. We opened the shop too hastily. We were so focused on giving away free buns to students taking the college entrance exam that we forgot we also have a student taking the exam in our own family."

"It's okay, it's fine to eat with my classmates after the exam."

Besides, the store has been packed with customers these past two days. Your happiness makes me happy too.

Whether we celebrate or not, it doesn't matter what meal we eat. Being together as a family every day is better than any celebration.

Besides, I've been eating Dad's braised pork every day for the past few days, so I've already celebrated it.

Zhang Rongshan listened without saying anything more, and gently patted his son on the back of the head.

The hand that held the spatula all year round was rough and calloused, but the force with which it slapped down was very light.

The next morning, before eight o'clock, Zhang Yifan suddenly sat up in bed.

He stared at the alarm clock on the bedside table for several seconds.

7:42.

The biological clock developed over three years of high school is more accurate than an alarm clock, earlier than a rooster, and more effective than any death knell.

He leaned back, pulled the blanket over his head, and tried to fall asleep again.

He rolled over in bed, then rolled over again, then kicked the covers off, grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and sent Shen Zhiyi a WeChat message: "Are you awake?"

Shen Zhiyi replied instantly: "I'm awake. I woke up naturally at 6:30. My biological clock is terrifying."

"Me too. I told myself a hundred times last night that I was going to sleep until noon today, but I opened my eyes at seven o'clock and couldn't close them back."

Shen Zhiyi sent a sighing kitten emoji.

"Want to go see a movie?" Zhang Yifan typed. "I can't sleep anyway, and instead of struggling with my biological clock in bed, I might as well go out for a walk. There seems to be a sci-fi movie showing recently, and the ratings are pretty good."

"it is good."

Zhang Yifan tossed his phone onto the bed, rolled over, got out of bed, shuffled into the bathroom in his slippers, and glanced at himself in the mirror while squeezing toothpaste.

His hair was sticking up like a bird's nest, but he was in great spirits.

He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, then opened his wardrobe and rummaged through it for a while before finding a clean T-shirt to put on, and then found a pair of pants that didn't look like school trousers to change into.

When he left, Liu Guilan was heating up breakfast in the kitchen. She turned around and saw him dressed and walking out. She called out, "Where are you going so early?" Zhang Yifan replied, "To see a movie," and then he was already out the door.

Liu Guilan paused for a moment, holding the spatula, then turned to Zhang Rongshan, who was still sitting on the sofa drinking soy milk, and said, "Your son went out on a date right after the first day of his exam?"

Zhang Rongshan's soy milk cup stopped in mid-air. After a moment of silence, he said, "Wow, you've grown up."