230: Chapter 230 Technology is not only about reaching the heavens and the earth, but also about empowering every ordinary person!

By the time the press conference ended, the snow outside had stopped.

But the entire internet had been completely overturned, as if by a heatwave descending from the sky.

Countless clips, forwards, long comments, screenshots, and quotes flooded every platform almost simultaneously.

"This money is not charity."

"It is giving dignity."

"Technology cannot just move forward; enterprises should also look back at the people."

"So the dividends of technology haven't been monopolized by a small group of people; they can truly return to the hands of ordinary people."

These sentences flew out one by one, striking the eyes of countless people and crashing into their hearts as well.

Down in the audience, Su Qingxue remained seated until the very end, never moving.

She watched Lu Li on stage, and the familiar yet strange warmth in her heart could no longer be described by the simple shock of the past.

She had seen Lu Li standing under the spotlight before.

She had seen him crush opponents with technology, seen him leave the whole world stunned, and seen him turn one impossible thing after another into reality.

But today, for the first time, she realized very clearly—

The most impressive thing about this man was never just that he made machines a step ahead of others.

It was that when machines could already change the world, he would still stop and ask earnestly:

"What about the ordinary people?"

"What about the workers?"

"What about those who cannot keep up with development?"

This was not just mere intelligence.

Nor was it something that could be summarized by a lightweight word like "having a big picture."

She suddenly felt that Lu Li was not just pushing the future forward.

He was leaving a door open for the future.

A door that wouldn't leave ordinary people locked out.

As soon as this thought emerged, her chest felt burning hot.

It wasn't sourness.

Nor was it a desire to cry.

It was a quiet, deep, yet almost uncontrollable pride.

Chen Shuyu sat on the other side, her eyes still fixed on the constantly jumping live streaming data, but she was already a bit dazed.

She had always felt that Lu Li seemed to be constantly winning.

Winning with technology.

Winning with his company.

Winning the market.

Winning the world.

But at this moment, she suddenly realized that her previous understanding of "winning" was laughably shallow.

Because his true brilliance did not lie in winning at all.

It lay in—

He was clearly already standing so high, high enough that he could just keep charging forward and leave others far behind.

Yet, at such a time, he would choose to lower his head and look at those who were almost cast aside by the era.

And he would reach out to pull them back.

She had always heard people talk about what the "big picture" meant.

But until today, she finally understood it for the first time.

The big picture is not about seeing far.

It is about seeing that far, yet still remembering to look down.

Thinking of this, her nose suddenly felt a bit sore, and she quickly took a breath to suppress that uncalled-for warmth.

Yet she couldn't help but curse softly under her breath:

"Damn boss..."

"So annoying."

But despite the cursing, the corners of her mouth were curling upward.

A thousand miles away, Wang Peng was huddled in his middle school dormitory, holding a tablet and watching the live stream, nearly going crazy.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"My brother has achieved godhood!"

His already round face was so excited that the black-rimmed glasses on his nose were slipping off, and he was bouncing on the bed like a meatball, nearly startling his roommate.

"What is this?!"

"This is called using technology to save the world! This is what a saint is!"

He couldn't suppress his voice, and after shouting, he was almost out of breath, quickly clutching the tablet and gasping for air.

The other students in the dormitory also wore expressions of shock.

Because they had seen it too.

The man standing on the stage on the screen was truly outrageous.

Not outrageous because of how awesome the technology was.

But outrageous because—

He was actually caring about this kind of thing.

Wang Peng was excited for a long time, but suddenly, when he heard the phrase "two-year minimum welfare guarantee," he went quiet for a few seconds.

He was still young.

There were many things he couldn't fully understand.

But at that very moment, he vaguely sensed something.

So technology is not just for making people envious.

It is not just about flying to the sky and diving into the earth, not just about glowing Robots and helmets.

It can also be used to support people.

This realization changed the nature of the admiration in his heart.

It was no longer just "My brother is awesome."

Instead, it was—

My brother is doing the right thing.

Even more, he is doing something unprecedented.

This feeling was heavier than the former.

And it made his heart burn even more.

Over at Jingzhou University, Lu Yaoguang was sitting at her dormitory desk, wearing headphones, watching the entire live stream without moving.

As a journalism student, from the very beginning, she was actually watching it with a professional eye.

The venue layout.

The camera work.

The rhythm of the speech.

The progression of emotions.

The layering of the policy announcement.

As she watched, she was almost subconsciously deconstructing the logic of this press conference in her mind.

But as she watched further, she slowly couldn't deconstruct it anymore.

It wasn't that she didn't understand.

It was that she suddenly couldn't watch it from the perspective of an observer anymore.

Especially at the moment when Lu Li said, "This money is not charity," she stared at the screen and suddenly felt her eyes grow warm.

Not enough to cry.

But that warmth, pressed under her eyes, made her chest feel a bit swollen.

In the past, a large part of why she wanted to study journalism, do public relations, and work in public opinion was because she wanted to block knives for Lu Li.

She remembered how people outside scolded him, mocked him, and threw words like "kept man" and "living off a woman" at him.

So she always thought that one day, she would stand up and hit all of this back.

But today, she suddenly discovered that her previous understanding of "public opinion" was too shallow.

Truly brilliant public relations is never about whitewashing.

It is not about saying black is white.

Nor is it about piling halos onto a person out of thin air.

It is that when this person stands there, the words they say are enough to make everyone believe.

She stared at Lu Li's face on the screen and slowly gripped the pen in her hand tightly.

A very clear thought suddenly emerged in her mind—

In the future, she must write about today's press conference in the first truly decent, high-scoring review of her journalism major.

Not because he is her brother.

But because this press conference was worth it.

The voices of support online continued to rise.

Many people who were originally so anxious they could barely breathe felt for the first time that perhaps the future was not just a road that crushes forward.

Perhaps there really was someone willing to stop and build a step for them.

But the brighter the light, the deeper the shadows.

In Zhou Chengyue's office, the television was on with the sound muted.

On the screen, it happened to be paused on the scene of Lu Li standing on stage.

He watched the whole thing without saying a word.

Until the live stream finally cut away and the office fell silent, he raised his hand and threw the remote onto the table, his expression terrifyingly dark.

The few people around him didn't dare to speak first either.

Because they could all tell—

Things were already different.

This was not an ordinary welfare pilot project.

This was Lu Li, in front of the whole nation, directly nailing this matter into the public consciousness.

Once the public sentiment shifted, it wouldn't be so easy to move against it later.

Zhou Chengyue stared at the screen that had gone black, his eyes darkening bit by bit.

A long time later, he slowly spat out a sentence:

"We cannot wait any longer."

The person beside him asked in a low voice:

"Chairman Zhou, what do you mean..."

Zhou Chengyue placed his hand on the table, his knuckles tightening bit by bit.

"The real counterattack should come now."