bioinnovel Chapter 73 The Reverse Scale
Chapter 73 The Reverse Scale
Wang Tao was lounging in the office of Zero Boundary Technology, which bore the sign "Chief Public Relations Officer," enjoying the sage's time that belonged to a victor.
He hummed a tuneless rendition of "Good Luck" while scrolling through the company's stock price chart—the red line was so straight it looked like it was on a rocket. In high spirits, he casually clicked on a few well-known overseas car forums, wanting to see how those foreigners, who seemed so unsophisticated, reacted.
However, the next second, the smile on his face cracked.
**"The Bavarian Spirit of a Century: Rejecting 'Student Workshops' from the East!"**
**Unveiling Su Wanqing: A Puppet Vase with Nothing But Beauty?**
On the screen, reports in a mix of German and English flooded the screen. The accompanying photo was a high-definition picture of Su Wanqing at the press conference, exuding a cool and capable aura, but the text below was so filthy it was unbearable to read.
"Rising to power through one's looks," "A plaything of capital," "A beautifully packaged Eastern scam"...
These foreign devils, when they can't compete on technology, they resort to personal attacks?
It's absolutely disgusting—disgusting to the core!
Wang Tao felt a fire burn directly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his blood pressure instantly soared to 180.
"Hold!"
He suddenly swung his arm and slammed his fist hard onto the mechanical keyboard worth two thousand yuan in front of him.
Click!
Keycaps flew everywhere, and the one with the "W" printed on it bounced up and hit him squarely on the forehead.
But he felt no pain. He stared intently at the screen, his chest heaving violently, his teeth grinding together.
Calling the company a scam? No problem, they can treat it as a joke, and even use the hype to sell products.
Calling Bai Che a madman? He can even laugh along with the haters, after all, the boss is indeed quite crazy.
But these bastards actually dared to mess with President Su!
President Su worked tirelessly day and night for this lousy company, cleaning up the mess left behind by Bai Che, that absentee boss, and yet he was called a "pretty face" in the mouths of this bunch of trash?
Can this be tolerated?
With trembling hands, Wang Tao suppressed the urge to reach through the internet and chop someone up, and quickly screenshotted, translated, and packaged the reports.
He clicked on a pinned encrypted profile picture.
He knew Bai Che was in seclusion, working on a matter of paramount importance. Minister Li had repeatedly warned him not to disturb that person unless the sky were to fall.
But today, in Wang Tao's heart, the sky has fallen.
He gritted his teeth and sent the file named "[Garbage Classification.zip]", then collapsed into his chair as if he had lost all his strength.
……
Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, 500 meters underground, lies the S1 National Key Laboratory.
There is no day or night here, only the dark blue indicator light strips and the low hum of the server units.
In the center of the enormous circular hall, Bai Che sat cross-legged, suspended in mid-air. Supporting him was not some divine power, but a high-intensity magnetic levitation energy field—just a small toy he made casually for the sake of "peace."
With his eyes closed, his immense mental power merged with the supercomputing array of the entire base through the brain-computer interface.
The magnetic confinement field model of the tokamak device was being disassembled into billions of light points in his consciousness. At this moment, he was like an emotionless humanoid quantum computer, deducing the ultimate answer to human energy.
Absolute rationality, absolute calmness.
drip.
An extremely discordant notification tone abruptly switched into his private communication channel.
Bai Che's eyes moved slightly beneath his tightly closed eyelids.
Ugh, annoying.
Who would be so blind as to disturb cultivation at this time?
He spared a moment of attention and casually opened the encrypted file. Sender: Wang Tao.
Bai Che's first reaction was: Did the company go bankrupt? Or did T1 explode?
He quickly scanned the translated headlines.
Unveiling Zero Boundary Technology: A Capital Scam!
Bai Che remained completely calm, even feeling a slight urge to laugh.
That's it? If that's all the old-fashioned Europeans have to offer in terms of insults, then they're really boring.
He continued flipping through the pages, treating it as a relaxing read after a mental workout.
However, the next second, his gaze froze.
Su Wanqing: A CEO with nothing but beauty?
The article, filled with sexual innuendo, discrimination, and malicious speculation, was like a swarm of filthy flies crawling on Su Wanqing's photos.
The data stream, which had been surging endlessly in Bai Che's sea of consciousness like a dazzling galaxy, suddenly stopped at this moment.
That is absolute zero stillness.
He can tolerate the world questioning his technology because it's like trying to explain ice to a summer insect.
He can ignore the encirclement and suppression by capital, because that is just the struggle of ants.
He doesn't even care if others call him a lazy dog, a madman, or a tech geek.
but.
This group of people should never have used such despicable means to humiliate someone he cares about.
Was she his shield? No, she was the partner he personally chose, the only girl he was willing to entrust his back to.
Since you don't want to be dignified, then none of you should be dignified.
Om-! !
The red alarm lights throughout the S1 laboratory began flashing wildly without warning!
Countless servers emitted a sharp whine due to instantaneous data overload!
boom!
Bai Che severed the levitation field and slammed his feet heavily onto the alloy floor.
He opened his eyes.
Those eyes, which were usually sleepy and somewhat lazy, were now clean and devoid of any emotion.
But Qin Bing, standing beside him, felt that Bai Che was more terrifying than ever at this moment. It was as if a sleeping dragon had its tail stepped on, and when it opened its eyes, it saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The high-end light screen in front of him, which was simulating nuclear fusion, went black with a casual wave of his hand.
Dead silence.
The entire laboratory was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Hundreds of top scientists stopped their work in alarm, staring at the young figure standing at the center of the storm.
That's Project Morning Star! Every second it stops is a money drain!
Qin Bing forced herself to rush forward, her voice trembling slightly: "Academician Bai... what happened? Why is the data stream of the constraint field cut off?"
Bai Che did not turn around.
As he unplugged the data cables from his body, he spoke in a chillingly calm tone:
"Arrange a private jet for me, immediately."
Qin Bing was stunned: "Huh? Where to?"
Bai Che turned around, straightened his collar, but his gaze pierced through the thick layers of rock, looking towards the distant west.
"Return to fatness."
Before Qin Bing could react, he added another sentence, speaking rapidly and with an unyielding, cold tone:
"In addition, use all the authority you have to find all the small electric vehicle factories in the country that are on the verge of bankruptcy or have already stopped production but still retain complete production qualifications."
"I want to see the list on my desk before my plane lands."
Qin Bing's mind was full of question marks.
Returning to Hefei? Buying a bankrupt car factory? What does this have to do with nuclear fusion? Isn't this a bit of a leap?
But when she met Bai Che's cold eyes, all her questions were swallowed back.
Her intuition told her that someone was going to be in trouble.
And it was incredibly unlucky.
"Yes! I'll take care of it right away!" Qin Bing stood at attention, saluted, and then ran to make a phone call.
Bai Che strode towards the exit, each step making a thud on the floor.
The surrounding researchers automatically made way for them, not daring to breathe.
Although they didn't know what had happened, the same thought popped into everyone's mind:
That white-collar worker who usually just wants to lie down and relax...
This is a case of killing someone by destroying their spirit.