200: Chapter 200 The Tempered Sword Forged by Zhou Fan!

Hangzhou City International Conference Center.

The backstage area of the largest conference hall in this landmark building had now been converted into a temporary command center.

On the massive screen wall, data streams cascaded down like a waterfall. Live signal latency tests, online public opinion monitoring, real-time footage from the venue's security system, progress updates on the venue setup... countless pieces of information converged here, ultimately gathering before Lei Jun, who sat in the center.

This press conference was too important; there could not be a single mistake.

That was why Lei Jun had come in person.

Five mobile phones were laid out in front of him, each corresponding to a different core department.

In his earpiece, reports from various channels rose and fell, making him feel as though he had transformed into an overclocked central processing unit.

"General Manager Lei, the live streaming push protocols have been signed with thirty-seven platforms, and the estimated user reach will exceed five hundred million!"

"Security team reporting: the three-layer security perimeter inside and outside the International Conference Center has been deployed, and all personnel and equipment entering will undergo double security checks!"

"The Legal Department confirms that the Hangzhou City Intellectual Property Court has sent personnel to accept our invitation, and they will attend as observers."

"Good, pay attention to the conference proceedings! Not a single detail can go wrong!" Lei Jun's voice was slightly hoarse, but his eyes were like a drawn sharp sword.

"Yes!"

The entire Fanmi Technology was now like a precision instrument, operating at high speed with unprecedented efficiency.

The tension in the air had almost solidified into substance.

Just then, the internal phone for the Public Relations Department rang urgently.

Lei Jun answered, and after listening for less than ten seconds, his expression suddenly darkened.

"Report? Anonymous expert? High degree of homology?"

He furrowed his brows tightly, the low murmur escaping his lips involuntarily.

"Yes, Mr. Lei. Half an hour ago, a so-called 'third-party technical analysis report' was leaked via email to over a dozen mainstream domestic and international technology media outlets!"

"That report points directly to our BMS system, claiming that in its underlying algorithmic logic, there is an 'astonishing similarity' to an undisclosed early patent from Tesla five years ago—which is what they call 'high degree of homology'..."

"It's already starting to ferment online, and public opinion is very likely to impact our press conference!"

Fanmi Public Relations Director Kong Wentao reported the latest situation rapidly, his tone heavy with gravity.

After hearing this, Lei Jun's heart stirred slightly.

What a brilliant move to pull the rug out from under us!

Releasing such hard-to-verify, highly professional "dirt" on the eve of the press conference was intended to preemptively plant a thorn of doubt in the public's mind. Even if Fanmi could prove its innocence at the conference tomorrow, this thorn would be enough to make many wavering consumers and investors feel uneasy.

"Zhu Danyang..." Lei Jun slowly spat out this name, a cold glint flashing across his eyes.

He could imagine that at this very moment, that man was hiding in some dark corner, admiring the storm he had stirred up with his own hands.

"Continue monitoring the situation online; don't take any action for now..." Lei Jun thought for a moment and made his decision.

"Yes!" Kong Wentao did not question him and replied in a deep voice.

Clearly, he had absolute trust in Lei Jun.

He hung up the phone.

Lei Jun's gaze turned to the large screen in the backstage area, and he fell into deep thought.

"Old Lei, Tesla wants to attend our press conference... Should we send the invitation or not?"

Li Guoqiang's voice suddenly came from behind, and a hint of seriousness was clearly audible.

At a time like this, Tesla wanting to come to the press conference was clearly a weasel paying respects to a chicken—they were up to no good!

"Send it! Why not send it?" Hearing this, Lei Jun actually laughed.

If Tesla had launched such a massive online public opinion war without any other actual moves, one would have to be careful; it would be hard to say if they were plotting something in the shadows, saving their strength for a fatal blow.

Now, they had jumped out on their own.

For him, this was actually a good thing!

An enemy in the open is easy to deal with.

"Not only send it, but tell everyone that we have invited Tesla!" Lei Jun added.

"Understood!" Li Guoqiang's eyes also flickered slightly.

He quickly understood Lei Jun's idea and spoke in a deep voice.

Then he turned and left.

Since the moment of the final showdown had arrived, let everything be laid out on the table!

Lei Jun's gaze turned cold, revealing sharpness.

...

Fanmi Technology Laboratory.

The low hum of equipment and the suppressed, rapid breathing of Zhou Guangming and the others were clear.

The air was filled with a special smell, similar to ozone, produced after metal was bombarded by high-energy particles.

Zhou Fan stood before a uniquely shaped, cutting-edge vacuum magnetron sputtering machine, his expression focused to the extreme.

His eyes penetrated the thick lead glass observation window, watching the ternary lithium battery cell suspended in the strong magnetic field.

"Pressure is stable, magnetic field strength has reached the preset threshold, prepare to inject the β-3 Room-Temperature Superconductivity material aerosol!" Zhou Fan's voice was calm and steady, carrying a power that could settle people's hearts.

"Understood!" Zhou Guangming was personally operating the console, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

This was "Plan B" that Zhou Fan and Lei Jun had agreed upon.

A plan sufficient to overturn the entire industry.

From the very beginning, Zhou Fan had never intended to fall into the quagmire of patent litigation preset by the other side, bickering over endless patent details.

What he wanted to do was to carry out a dimensionality reduction strike against Tesla on another dimension.

Since you say I copied your technology, then I will let you see what real technology should look like!

β-3 was originally a superconducting material that Zhou Fan had created for researching Room-Temperature Superconductivity. Although it was a failed product, he accidentally discovered that it also possessed low-resistance characteristics at room temperature, making it very suitable for use as battery material.

It could not achieve zero resistance like a true Room-Temperature Superconductivity material, but it could greatly optimize electron migration efficiency, performing several times better than materials currently on the market.

Zhou Fan's idea was to use vacuum magnetron sputtering technology to "plate" this material onto the surface of the positive and negative electrode materials of the ternary battery in the form of an atomic-level thin film.

This thin film would act like a "super highway" built for electrons, minimizing internal resistance during the charging and discharging process, thereby achieving a qualitative leap in energy density, charging speed, and cycle life!

"Injection starting!" Zhou Guangming pressed the button.

A wisp of pale blue glow was injected into the vacuum chamber like a cosmic nebula, instantly bound and pulled by the powerful magnetic field, turning into a brilliant cloud of ions that slowly and evenly covered that tiny battery cell.

In the laboratory, everyone held their breath, staring intently at the continuously jumping data on the screen.

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely long at this moment.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

"Hum—"

The equipment emitted a slight buzzing sound, indicating that the coating was complete.

Zhou Guangming took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"General Manager Zhou, the first step is a success!"

Zhou Fan's eyes, however, remained calm; he knew deeply that this was just the beginning.

"Prepare for performance testing."

He said faintly, his tone betraying no joy or anger.

In fact, by this stage, all the data had already taken shape in his mind.

Continuing the experiment was merely to verify the accuracy of that data.

Offense is the best defense.

What he wanted to bring out was not a defense statement, but a sharp sword capable of piercing through all lies and conspiracies!

This sword had just finished being tempered.

Tomorrow, it would reveal its edge for the first time—in front of the whole world.