Less than an hour after the press conference ended.
Major social media platforms completely crashed.
Deep Space Technology claimed eight of the top ten trending topics on Weibo.
#DeepSpaceTech3999MakingFriends#
#19YearOldGeniusChenZhi#
#QianduPPTConference#
All these tags were followed by a dark red Explosive icon.
On NoteDance, video clips of Moss's demonstration saw their view counts explode exponentially.
Netizens went completely crazy.
Nineteen! A college freshman! Worth billions! When I was nineteen, I was still playing League of Legends in my dorm and getting yelled at by my roommates for being a noob!
At the price of 3999, Boss Chen is really here to make friends! I managed to snatch one from the first batch. Just now, a scalper DM'd me offering an extra three thousand for it, and I told him to screw off.
I announce that from today onwards, Chen Zhi is my biological brother from another mother and father!
Stop calling him brother, just call him godfather. 3999 for these specs, what more could you possibly ask for?
I watched that Qiandu press conference. Li Mingyuan spent two hours on stage talking about empowerment, leverage, and closed loops, only for Boss Chen next door to pull out a phone and instantly obliterate them. I am dying of laughter.
Meizu's official Weibo has been completely overrun. Huang Zhang, wake up and get to the factory floor to tighten screws! Even if you have to pedal the sewing machine until it smokes, you better get that production capacity up!
In Geek Old Zhou's livestream, the number of concurrent viewers skyrocketed, directly hitting three million.
Old Zhou sat in his gaming chair, his forehead covered in sweat, holding up a white smartphone.
Brothers, I paid a massive fortune to get my hands on this first-release real device! Old Zhou shouted at the camera. Today, we are doing a hardcore debunking! I do not believe this thing is as magical as they bragged about at the press conference!
The live chat was full of people just watching for the drama.
Old Zhou shoved the phone close to the camera, deftly used a pin to pop out the SIM card tray, and then swiped down from the top of the screen to turn off WiFi and Bluetooth.
Look closely! It is completely disconnected from the internet! Old Zhou slammed the table. Did they not boast about a local large model at the press conference? Said it could run without a network? Let us test it right now!
He cleared his throat and gave the phone a command.
Moss, find all the night view photos I took in Shanghai last month from my album, pick the three with the best composition, add filters, pair them with a rhythmic BGM, and synthesize a ten-second short video.
This was an incredibly absurd test.
In an offline environment, the phone would have to rely entirely on local computing power to identify photo content, analyze composition, render filters, and then match audio and complete the video editing.
And current smartphone chips obviously had a hard time running AI models.
Old Zhou crossed his arms, waiting to see a joke.
The phone screen lit up.
The photo album opened automatically, and thousands of photos flashed across the screen. A few seconds later, three night photos of the Bund were extracted separately.
The screen jumped to the background processing interface, and a red and blue interwoven tone instantly covered the original images.
A highly dynamic BGM started playing.
The video finished generating and automatically started playing on a loop.
The entire process took less than eight seconds.
Refusing to believe it, he tried a few more commands.
Moss, clean up all junk files over 100MB on this phone, and then change the battery display to a percentage.
As soon as he finished speaking, Moss instantly completed the operation.
Old Zhou still did not give up.
Moss, help me write a five-hundred-word apology letter. The theme is I should not casually take money to smear others. It needs to be profound and heartfelt!
An emotionally rich apology letter was generated right away, even quoting two lines of ancient poetry.
Old Zhou was completely convinced.
The live chat paused for a moment before erupting completely.
Holy crap!!!
Generating a video in seconds while offline? Writing an apology letter? Is this really a freaking phone?
Brother Zhou, is your face swollen from the slap?
Old Zhou swallowed hard. Having done tech reviews for so many years, he knew all too well what this meant.
Looking at the screen full of mocking comments, Old Zhou's psychological defenses completely collapsed.
He suddenly raised his hand and gave himself a hard slap in the face.
Brothers, I confess. Old Zhou's voice trembled. That previous video smearing Deep Space Technology was done because I took money. I am really a piece of trash!
He held the Deep Space Meizu phone in both hands.
This phone is god-tier!
Video clips of Old Zhou's confession spread like a virus across the internet.
Qiandu Headquarters, top-floor conference room.
The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
The chairman viciously slammed a stack of reports into Li Mingyuan's face.
Look at the pre-market price of our US stocks right now! It has dropped by fifteen percent! The chairman pointed at the candlestick chart on the large screen and cursed loudly. That developer conference you put together cost tens of millions, and it just ended up handing everything to Deep Space Technology on a silver platter!
Li Mingyuan lowered his head, bracing himself to argue back.
Chairman, Deep Space Technology is just taking a loss to build hype! At a price of 3999, they lose money on every unit they sell! This cash-burning model will not last long!
What the hell do you know! The chairman slammed his hand on the conference table. They are fighting for the gateway! The phone is just a carrier; Moss is the core! Once Moss takes over users' habits, our search business is completely finished! Who would still open a browser to search for things?
Li Mingyuan did not dare say a single word in rebuttal.
A few hours ago, he was still on stage presenting his PPT. Now, the entire internet was comparing Qiandu's Wenxin Large Model with Moss.
The result of the comparison was a one-sided slaughter.
11:00 PM.
Chen Zhi lay on the sofa, his left leg propped up high, holding a tablet in his hand as he scrolled through various online comments and video clips.
Seeing those anti-fans who used to curse him the most now lining up under Deep Space Technology's official Weibo to call him godfather, Chen Zhi laughed out loud.
A noise came from the direction of the kitchen.
Li Zhiyi walked out holding a white porcelain bowl, wearing a pink apron.
Stop reading and drink your soup. Li Zhiyi walked over to the sofa and placed the bowl on the coffee table.
Chen Zhi put down the tablet and looked at her.
Zhiyi, look at all those people online. They are all praising your husband for being a genius. Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow. Do you feel any sense of crisis? What if some rich woman takes a liking to me and I run away?
Li Zhiyi picked up the soup spoon, stirred it in the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips to gently blow it cool.
Your leg is broken, where could you possibly run to? She offered the spoon to Chen Zhi's mouth.
Chen Zhi paused for a moment. This girl had learned to be cheeky from him.
He obediently opened his mouth and drank the soup. The bone broth was stewed to be rich and flavorful, with a faint aroma of chopped green onions.
The online world outside was already turned upside down, with waves of cyber-carnival rising one after another. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for the PR departments of major tech companies.
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