199: Chapter 199 Vanmi's Battle for Honor!

Tesla's Huaxia headquarters were brightly lit.

Zhu Danyang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the shimmering city below, his grim face reflected in the glass.

"President Zhu, here is the recent public opinion analysis report." The PR manager carefully handed over a document, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The air pressure in the office was so low it made him feel like he was suffocating.

Zhu Danyang did not turn around, merely emitting a cold monosyllable from his nose: "Speak."

"Our public relations offensive... has achieved some results." The PR manager weighed his words carefully. "Online, there are basically two voices now. One group believes there is no smoke without fire, starting to question the technical origins of Fanmi Technology, feeling that their development is too fast and defies logic."

He paused for a moment, sensing that his boss's mood hadn't shifted, then braced himself and continued: "But... however, Fanmi's user base is very solid. Many people have a strong sense of national identity with them because of the previous lithography machine incident."

"These people believe that until there is a definitive conclusion to the case, this is just a commercial suppression tactic by Tesla, and they are even... even spontaneously defending and supporting Fanmi, with considerable momentum."

"So, we spent tens of millions, and this is the result we get?" Zhu Danyang slowly turned around. His voice was not loud, but it was like a blade quenched in ice, scraping against the PR manager's face with stinging pain.

"Compared to a few days ago, the situation has improved significantly... President Zhu..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing: "We also received the latest news. Fanmi... Fanmi Technology has announced that in three days, they will hold a press conference regarding new energy battery technology. They will simultaneously invite major media and... people from the Intellectual Property Court to attend..."

"A press conference?" A cruel arc curled at the corner of Zhu Danyang's mouth. "So what?"

"They seem prepared to clarify the patent infringement matter in public at the press conference, which should attract quite a lot of attention!"

"Heh..." Zhu Danyang laughed in a low voice, the sound echoing in the empty office, carrying a chill.

"Do they think that by showing off their so-called 'R&D process' under the spotlight, they can whitewash themselves? Even if they can fool a crowd of laypeople at the scene, so what? People only want to believe in authority, especially in matters like this!"

"No matter how flowery their rhetoric on stage, the outside world only wants to hear what those so-called experts have to say!"

Zhu Danyang walked behind his desk and sat down, interlacing his fingers, his eyes like a viper locked onto its prey.

"Since they've set up the stage themselves, we might as well go and put on a show for them!"

He raised his eyes, looking at the trembling PR manager and the Legal Director, who had remained silent the entire time.

"Send out a notice. Have our best legal team sent over, bring all our evidence, and enter the press conference venue as the 'rights-holding party'!"

"Will Fanmi let us in?" The PR department was unsure.

"If not, it's even better if we force our way in; it saves us from having to play along with their act!" A smile appeared on Zhu Danyang's face.

The Legal Director, Li Zhihong, was shocked: "President Zhu, do you mean you want to... cause trouble on the spot?"

"Cause trouble?" Zhu Danyang sneered. "No, that's too small-minded. What I want is a 'public execution'!"

He leaned forward, his voice filled with frantic glee.

"Aren't they going to live-stream? Aren't they going to invite the media and people from the court? Excellent! I want to tear away the disguise of their technology, one piece at a time, in front of the whole world on their most confident stage, and hang the label of 'thief' around their necks in front of everyone!"

"I want to turn this press conference into Fanmi Technology's funeral! Make them suffer a crushing defeat, never to rise again!"

"..."

...

Fanmi Technology building.

The air seemed to be burning with a tense and fiery will to fight.

"The venue! I want the best convention center in Hangzhou City! Lighting, sound, live-streaming equipment, use the top-tier stuff for everything! Money is no object; I want everyone to see the confidence of our Fanmi Technology!"

Lei Jun's voice echoed in the conference room. His eyes were bloodshot, but his spirit was extremely excited, like a lion preparing to meet a decisive battle.

The entire company's upper management had been mobilized; under immense pressure, an unprecedented level of cohesion was sparked.

"President Lei, rest assured!" Li Guoqiang stood up, his voice resounding. "The venue has been contacted; it's the largest conference hall at the International Convention Center. The equipment vendors have already entered to set up and test, ensuring it meets world-class standards!"

"What about publicity?" Lei Jun nodded slightly and immediately asked.

"Online and offline channels have been fully deployed! The topic of the 'Fanmi Technology Press Conference' is steadily climbing in popularity on major platforms. We have also placed outdoor big-screen advertisements in core business districts. The budget for this publicity has no cap!" Li Guoqiang answered again.

Lei Jun nodded with satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and finally said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, in three days, it will be another battle that decides the life and death of Fanmi!"

"The outside world is questioning us, our rivals are waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves; we have no way out!"

He paused, his tone becoming incomparably firm.

"What we need to do is not just clarify, but declare! Declare to the whole world that Huaxia's technology does not need to steal, nor does it need to copy! Take our confidence, our strength, and our clear conscience, and slap it hard in everyone's face!"

"As the saying goes: life and death are trivial; if you're not convinced, let's fight!!!"

"Yes!"

In the conference room, a unified and imposing response rang out.

Including Li Guoqiang, everyone in the conference room had eyes shining with firm light; there was light in their eyes.

The frustration of such a long time would be settled in tomorrow's battle.

Everyone was holding their breath.

Everyone knew that this was not just a press conference.

This was another severe and dangerous battle faced by Fanmi since its inception.

They had experienced such battles more than once.

But this time, it was a little different.

As a battle for the honor of Fanmi, no one wanted to see a failed outcome.

Either achieve godhood in one battle and completely crush all doubts.

Or fall into the abyss, never to recover.

As the date of the press conference approached, the smell of gunpowder in the air had already become intense to the extreme.