bioinnovel Chapter 18 Dinner's ready, Mr. Lei
Chapter 18 Dinner's ready, Mr. Lei
Lei Dong was pinned to the spot by the scorching white beam of light, his mind blank.
His survival instinct overwhelmed everything. He sprang up from his chair, shoved the microphone that was almost poking into his nostrils with his shoulder, and tried to rush out like a madman.
"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"
A loyal assistant rushed forward desperately, spreading his arms to try and clear a path for him, shouting in vain, "Please make way! Mr. Lei isn't feeling well! Please make way!"
However, how could the sharks, having smelled blood, possibly let go?
"Mr. Lei! Don't go! Answer the question!"
"What about the future of Tianxing Motors? Are you just going to run away from it like this?"
In the chaos, Redon, with his assistant's flesh and blood providing cover, finally managed to tear open a gap. He scrambled and crawled, using all his strength, towards the side door of the auditorium.
That was the nearest exit to him, his only hope of escaping this courtroom.
On the stage, Bai Che crossed his arms and quietly looked down at the chaos below.
trouble.
Why do some people always like to make simple things so complicated? Now look what happened, the press conference has become a complete farce, and it will be a pain to write a report explaining it later.
Lei Dong stumbled along, and he could see the side door just ahead, the door to freedom within reach. A surge of elation, like someone who had survived a calamity, welled up inside him.
However, when he rushed to the door, ready to push it open, he suddenly braked and froze on the spot.
The door was blocked.
The person blocking the door was neither a security guard nor a staff member who rushed over after hearing the news.
They are a group of students.
A group of young students, their faces filled with mockery and delight.
Lei Dong would recognize the man in the lead even if he were reduced to ashes. It was Bai Che's roommate, the chubby guy who had been jumping around since before the press conference started—Wang Tao.
They didn't push, they didn't curse, and they didn't even make a sound.
They just stood there quietly, each holding up their phone.
The cold, white light from the phone screen converged into blinding spots under the high-saturation flash. These spots were cleverly arranged to form lines of flickering Chinese characters, filled with extreme irony.
"Mr. Lei, the battery is fully charged!"
"Tianxing quality, we deliver on our promises!"
"Support Lei Jun! Live broadcast!"
"A good comrade is one who not only talks about food but also puts food into action!"
Swish!Swish!Swish!
In that instant, all the reporters' lenses found a new focus. They abandoned the chase and frantically retreated to secure the best shooting angle.
The flashes went off at an unprecedented frequency, freezing this scene, full of postmodern absurdism, in time forever.
The creator of a business empire, an industry giant, was nailed to the pillar of shame by a group of students in the cheapest and most mocking way.
This photo is destined to be the headline of all financial news sections today.
Lei Dong stared blankly at those young, mocking faces, at the words on the phone screens that seemed to pronounce his death sentence.
His mind went blank, and all he could hear was the metallic clatter of countless camera shutters clicking away.
The taut string in my mental world snapped completely at this moment, accompanied by a crisp sound.
Backstage, Su Wanqing could no longer maintain her icy beauty demeanor. She couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand, her shoulders shaking violently, her beautiful phoenix eyes full of laughter.
This Wang Tao is a real character; he's ruthless and cruel, and he's mastered Bai Che's art of manipulation.
In a corner of the stage, representatives from other car companies sat even further away from Lei Dong, each one sitting upright, as if afraid the camera would pan to them, as if using body language to declare to the world: We don't know this person, we are not familiar with him.
Wang Tao took a step forward and stood in front of Lei Dong, who was lying on the ground.
He cleared his throat, and then, deliberately imitating Bai Che's calm and almost lazy tone, slowly and deliberately spoke, word by word.
"Mr. Lei."
He bent down, leaned close to Redon's ear, and whispered the announcement in a volume that only the two of them could hear, yet which was amplified throughout the world through countless microphones.
"Dinner is ready."
These three words were the last straw that broke the camel's back.
No, it was a mountain that crashed directly onto the camel.
Lei Dong's body convulsed violently, his eyes completely lost focus, and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, unable to utter a sound.
His last bit of strength was drained, his body went limp, and he slowly slid down the cold wall to the ground.
Ultimately, two security guards responsible for maintaining order had to step in.
They lifted Lei Dong, who was completely disoriented and limp as a board, off the ground.
"Mr. Lei, please leave."
Lei Dong offered no resistance. He was dragged by the two men, his legs leaving two weak marks on the ground as they walked out of the auditorium.
Reporters swarmed him again, blocking his last escape route.
"Mr. Lei! When are you going to eat the battery?"
"Mr. Lei, will your assistant cut it for you?"
"Mr. Lei, is there anything else you'd like to say to the shareholders of Tianxing Motors?"
He was bombarded with countless sharp questions, but he could no longer hear them.
Bai Che stood on the stage, watching Lei Dong's disheveled figure being carried by security guards.
This man, who was full of vigor not long ago, tried to crush himself with the rules he built with capital and power.
And now, everything he had was smashed to pieces by a little gadget he had casually made.
This is the power of technology.
An unreasonable, absolute, dimensional reduction attack.
Bai Che gently shook his head, letting out a barely audible whisper that only he could hear.
Why bother?
After he finished speaking, he felt a little bored.
This farce is finally coming to an end; the real trouble is about to begin. He could foresee that once the content of this press conference had fully taken hold, countless eyes would be on him.
Just as the storm in the auditorium reached its peak, all the cameras were focused on Redon's disheveled exit.
Academician Zhang Chengping, who was completely absorbed in his own world, turned a deaf ear to the farce around him.
He turned around abruptly, ignoring everything happening below the stage.
His eyes, which had witnessed countless physical miracles, now burned with a light more intense than flames, fixed intently on the bored young man in the corner of the stage.
He rushed to Bai Che in two strides, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Child, energy density! What exactly is its energy density?"