35: Chapter 35: What kind of garbage is your plan? I'll just use a completely different approach!

The meeting room doors were tightly shut.

Su Qingxue pulled back the ergonomic chair at the head of the table.

Before even sitting down properly, she tossed the folder in her hand onto the table.

A dull thud echoed.

The executives, who had been whispering moments before, shut up instantly and opened their notebooks in perfect unison, as if they were life-saving talismans.

“Let's begin.”

Su Qingxue didn't look at anyone. She tapped her knuckles twice against the mahogany tabletop. “Don't waste time.”

Director Gu Yang adjusted his Zegna tie, which wasn't even messy.

He stood up, scanned the room, and cast a provocative glance at Lu Li in the corner before finally plugging his USB drive into the computer.

The projector lit up.

A clashing red-and-green title, paired with dense rows of Microsoft YaHei font, instantly filled the entire screen.

“This is the plan I worked on without sleep or rest,”

Director Gu Yang pressed the laser pointer, the red dot darting across the screen. “The core logic is: traffic empowerment, seizing momentum to overtake.”

He flipped to the next slide of the PPT.

There were no product images, only highly edited posters of a certain popular young idol, along with dazzling K-line charts.

“Specifications? Users don't understand them. Technology? That's just engineers self-indulging.”

Director Gu Yang leaned both hands on the podium, his tone passionate. “I've already reached an agreement with MediaTek. As long as we downplay the 'Xingchen System' at the launch event and focus on hyping up their latest deca-core X30 processor, we can get the lowest price.”

Below the stage, the core members of the technical department furrowed their brows.

Using a MediaTek chip—notorious for 'one core working while nine watch'—and even downplaying the company's biggest selling point, the Xingchen System?

This was practically crippling themselves!

“Also, that accessibility feature? Cut it.”

Director Gu Yang waved his hand, the red dot freezing on the 'Cost Control' column. “How many phones can deaf-mute people buy? We might as well throw the budget into beauty algorithms. Pleasing female users is the way to go.”

Su Qingxue's hands, resting on her lap, suddenly clenched tight.

So this was the 'returned overseas elite' her mother had forced upon her.

He wasn't here to help; he was here to bury Guanghui Technology.

He was nothing but an armchair strategist!

“Finally, the trump card.”

Director Gu Yang smugly switched the slide, and a massive photo of a celebrity appeared on the screen. “I used my personal connections to secure top star Wu Yifan. With a thirty-million-yuan endorsement fee, combined with MediaTek's endorsement, it'll be hard for Guanghui Mobile not to blow up.”

He finished his presentation.

Director Gu Yang held his head high, waiting for the expected applause.

However,

the only sound in the meeting room was the whirring of the air conditioning vents.

The executives lowered their heads to drink water or twirl their pens; no one dared to respond. This strategy of 'traffic + public-edition hardware' was something competitors had played out and abandoned three years ago.

But before President Su spoke, no one wanted to stick their neck out.

“President Su,” Director Gu Yang leaned forward, his tone somewhat patronizing. “I know you have ideals, but this is commercial reality.”

Su Qingxue was just about to speak,

when a sudden, jarring sound effect came from the corner.

“Double Kill!”

The sound was crisp and even carried a hint of excitement.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the end of the long table.

Lu Li was slumped in his chair, holding his phone horizontally. His thumbs slid rapidly across the screen, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

The veins on Director Gu Yang's temples throbbed. “Manager Lu, are you playing a game?”

“Yeah,”

Lu Li replied. “You fed too fast this round, I have to carry hard.”

“You...” Director Gu Yang gritted his teeth. “Do you have an issue with my plan?”

“No issue.”

Lu Li finally turned off his screen and tossed his phone onto the table with a clack.

“Because garbage doesn't need opinions; it just needs to be sorted and recycled.”

The meeting room instantly fell into a terrifying silence.

Chen Shuyu was so shocked she dropped her pen and turned to look at Lu Li. Bro, no matter what, that guy was brought in by your mother-in-law. How can you trash him like that?

But why did it feel so satisfying to hear? A flash of excitement crossed her face.

Director Gu Yang laughed out of sheer anger. “Garbage? Do you know how hard it is to book Wu Yifan's schedule? Do you know MediaTek's chips...”

“As for that Wu Yifan, I've heard his private life is quite messy.”

Lu Li interrupted him, his tone as casual as if he were discussing today's weather. “You want us to hire an endorser like that? Are you worried Guanghui Technology is not dying fast enough?”

Director Gu Yang's face stiffened. “Impossible! My friend said he has absolutely no issues...”

“You treat your friend like a brother, but your friend treats you like a pig to be slaughtered.”

Lu Li leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His lazy demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a heart-palpitating sense of pressure.

“And as for that MediaTek chip.”

“The public-edition architecture locks the clock speed, and it generates enough heat to fry an egg. Without modifying the low-level scheduling, playing a game for three minutes will throttle it down to a slideshow.”

Lu Li held up three fingers.

“If you dare to use it to demo a game at the launch event, I've already thought of the trending search topic for you: 'Guanghui's New Phone, the First Hand Warmer for Youth.'”

Pfft!

Chief System Architect Zhang Chen couldn't hold it in; he almost spat out the water he had just sipped.

Director Gu Yang's face instantly turned the color of pig liver.

He didn't believe it.

He was a returned overseas elite. How could he lose to a freeloading kept man in his own professional field?

“Nonsense! The data provided by the manufacturer clearly shows excellent temperature control...”

“Those are benchmark scores run under ideal laboratory conditions. It's hard to say if the room temperature was even above ten degrees Celsius.” Lu Li looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot.

“You...”

“Finally,”

Lu Li stood up, walked around the long table, and approached Director Gu Yang step by step.

“The core of a Full-screen display is an interaction revolution, not just shoving your big face onto the screen and calling it a Full-screen display.”

He walked up to the podium and pointed to the row of virtual keys on Director Gu Yang's PPT.

“It's bad enough that you didn't make this row of virtual keys dynamically hideable, but you actually deliberately enlarged them on the PPT?”

Lu Li reached out and shut Director Gu Yang's laptop with a snap.

“If you put out a plan like this, Guanghui Technology will be laughed to death by our competitors the moment the launch event ends.”

Lu Li wasn't joking. Meizu had played itself to death using MediaTek.

“Besides, pouring promotion and advertising budgets into traffic stars at this stage is a total waste. It would be better to lower the price slightly.”

Director Gu Yang was forced back half a step, his waist bumping against the edge of the table, making him grimace in pain.

He panicked.

Because every single word Lu Li said struck precisely at his blind spots of knowledge. If it were true, it wasn't just a garbage plan—it would be a major commercial disaster.

A mix of shame and fear caused him to instantly lose his composure.

“If you're so good, then you do it!”

Director Gu Yang roared, his voice cracking. “What's the point of just talking without doing? If you've got the guts, produce a plan! If even a single word of yours is better than mine, I'll eat this computer screen on the spot!”

Su Qingxue arched her eyebrows.

“Oh.”

Lu Li replied, his attitude like brushing off a barking Toy Poodle.

He turned to look at Chen Shuyu.

“Connect the cable.”

In a flurry, Chen Shuyu unplugged Director Gu Yang's computer, plugged in her own, and opened her email. Lu Li had indeed sent her an email last night.

She hadn't expected it to actually be the plan for the launch event.

The lights dimmed.

The screen lit up.

There was no red-and-green color scheme, no stylized word-art titles.

Against a pure black background, only a single line of white Songti text hung alone in the center.

[Redefining the Next Decade]

Minimalist, yet incredibly powerful.

Everyone's gaze was firmly locked onto that ultimate contrast of black and white.

“Next slide.”

Lu Li leaned against the side of the podium with one hand in his pocket.

The screen changed.

A deep blue planet spun slowly, then disintegrated into countless points of light, reorganizing into a network that covered the entire globe.

“This is not a phone.”

Lu Li's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet meeting room, every single word felt like a hammer striking their hearts.

“This is a key.”

“The key to unlocking the era of the Internet of Everything.”

The PPT flipped to the next slide.

There were no boring specification sheets, only highly sci-fi scene demonstrations.

A user walks into their home, and the lights shift according to their mood; a phone approaches the center console, and the car unlocks seamlessly; text is copied on a computer and pasted directly on the phone.

This was an operational logic that people in 2017 had never seen before.

Everyone present was an industry veteran, and they could see the brilliance in it at a single glance.

This wasn't just selling hardware—this was selling an ecosystem!

“This is the underlying logic of the Xingchen System: distributed architecture.”

Lu Li pointed to the intricate network diagram on the screen. “Director Gu wants to hide it, but I want to engrave it into the minds of our users.”

The screen changed again.

A hand appeared on the screen.

There was no clicking, only swiping.

The thumb gently swiped up from the bottom of the screen, and the page flowed along with the fingertip like water.

Swipe left to go back, swipe up to return home, and pause for multitasking.

“A Full-screen display needs no buttons.”

Lu Li demonstrated the logic diagram of gesture operations. “Give the screen completely back to the content, and let interaction blend into intuition. This is what you call a Full-screen display.”

“Holy crap...”

Li Huairong suddenly stood up, his chair crashing to the floor with a loud bang.

He didn't even bother to pick it up, staring intently at the screen, a deep blue light reflecting off his glasses.

So that's how it is!

When he first got the Full-screen display prototype, he had felt that pressing the virtual keys at the bottom to go back or return home was too troublesome.

He hadn't expected there to be such a solution!

Moreover, this kind of operation mode could be implemented by Chief System Architect Zhang Chen and his team in just a few days.

“Genius... This is a stroke of genius!”

Li Huairong was so excited he became incoherent, his hands trembling.

Director Gu Yang stood to the side, his face as pale as paper.

He couldn't understand code, but he could read Li Huairong's expression and the fanatical light in the eyes of the technical core members around him.

Those were eyes looking at a miracle.

As for the cold-faced Su Qingxue, she was now leaning forward with her hands clasped under her chin, her gaze tightly glued to the man on the stage.

There was no coldness in her eyes.

Only an undeniable sense of awe.

At this moment, how did Lu Li look anything like a freeloading kept man?

Just like that night when he spoke to her about humanistic care.

Standing on the stage amidst the play of light and shadow, he was confident and composed, as if the entire future of the tech world were held in the palm of his hand.

This absolute sense of control made Director Gu Yang feel like a clown standing at the feet of a giant.

“Finally,”

Lu Li snapped his fingers.

A line of English popped up on the screen: [One More Thing]

Before anyone could react, a highly futuristic concept render slowly emerged.

It was something even Su Qingxue didn't know about,

let alone anyone else present.

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

Only Qin Ya stared at the screen, her pupils contracting sharply as she looked at the string of numbers, her voice trembling. “You... you brought that out too?”

Indeed, no wonder this guy had casually solved the algorithm that had kept Smart Vision stuck for so long with a simple formula.

How could he not know the trends of the future?

How could he not have written such a software?

Just how much more technology was he hiding?