Deep City.
In a conference room at the headquarters of a major tech giant, the general manager Wang Dong slammed his tablet hard onto the conference table. The screen showed the black feed from Chen Zhi’s livestream after it had been cut off, reflecting his grim, green-tinged face.
A dozen executives sat in the meeting room, barely daring to breathe.
“Has he lost his mind?!” Wang Dong pointed at the screen and roared. “Leaking trade secrets and exclusivity agreements directly online? Legal! File a lawsuit against him immediately!”
The legal director was sweating in the corner.
“Mr. Wang, he posted solid evidence. We can’t win a defamation suit. Besides, the entire internet is already accusing us of monopolizing the industry...”
The PR director chimed in with a mournful expression.
“All the top ten trending hashtags are about how several of us conspired to crush Deep Sky Tech. We can’t suppress it—no way. ByteDance refuses to pull the trending topics. Zhang Yiming is firmly backing Chen Zhi this time.”
Wang Dong was trembling with rage.
In over a decade in this industry, who had ever seen someone flip the table like this? Everyone usually stabbed each other in the back, fighting tooth and nail for market share while still keeping up a polite facade, calling each other industry peers. This kid didn’t even bother to pretend!
“Find someone,” Wang Dong gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on the table again. “Call the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology! This is destroying the market ecosystem—engaging in vicious competition! Let the top brass step in and rein in this lunatic!”
...
Beijing, 20th floor of the Huanmao Center.
CEO’s office of Deep Sky Tech.
Chen Zhi leaned back in his executive chair, his left leg in a cast propped up, a gaming console in his hands as he played with fervor.
Dai Damai pushed the door open and came in with a strange expression. Behind him were two middle-aged men in dark jackets—one look at their attire and demeanor made it clear they were from high up.
“Mr. Chen, Director Gao and Director Li from the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology are here.”
Chen Zhi put down the game console without standing up. Instead, he sank deeper into the chair, pointing at his leg.
“Leaders, I’ve got a work injury. I really can’t stand up, sorry for the rudeness.”
Director Gao sized up the young billionaire before him, pulling out a chair across from him and sitting down.
“Mr. Chen, you’ve achieved great success at a young age. Today’s livestream really turned the domestic tech industry upside down.”
Director Gao spoke in his usual bureaucratic tone—relatively mild, but with a hint of veiled pressure.
Chen Zhi sighed, his face full of grievance.
“Leaders, as you can see, my leg is broken, and I’m still being ganged up on. If I didn’t stand up for myself, Deep Sky Tech would be heading into bankruptcy liquidation tomorrow, and we’d all be selling screen protectors under a bridge.”
Director Li spoke up.
“Xiao Chen, if you’ve been wronged, you can report it to the authorities. Posting internal agreements online and sparking such a big public outcry damages the international image of the entire industry. The higher-ups hope you’ll prioritize the bigger picture, take down the posts, and sit down for negotiations.”
Chen Zhi got the hint.
Those big companies had pulled strings to get the officials to brok a settlement with him.
“Take them down?” Chen Zhi rubbed his chin, suddenly putting on an immensely somber expression. “Leaders, take a look at my leg.”
The two leaders were taken aback.
What did this have to do with his leg?
Pointing to his cast, Chen Zhi let out a long sigh.
“Actually, I’ve never disclosed this publicly. This leg isn’t just broken. I went to the hospital a couple of days ago for a checkup, and the doctor said there might be an extremely rare virus infecting the bone marrow.”
Standing nearby, Dai Damai could feel his eyelids twitching.
Chen Zhi continued his absurd fabrications, his tone growing more tragic.
“It can’t be treated in the country. I was planning to release a statement tomorrow announcing my resignation as CEO of Deep Sky Tech and go abroad for three to five years of treatment. As for the company—with our screens capped and all our cash tied up—I might as well just disband it. I plan to open-source the Moss source code and let everyone crash and burn together.”
Director Gao’s expression shifted.
Was he joking?
The higher-ups now regarded Deep Sky Tech as a domestic unicorn in AI, and Moss’s technical capabilities were the envy of even top foreign institutions. If he open-sourced it or the company collapsed, it would be a massive national loss!
They had only come today as a favor to someone, to go through the motions of applying pressure. They had no intention of driving this powerhouse away.
“Xiao Chen, don’t get worked up,” Director Gao’s tone immediately changed, carrying an urgent soothing quality. “Your health comes first, but the company can’t be neglected. Domestic medical conditions are now quite advanced. Should I help you get in touch with experts from Peking Union Medical College Hospital?”
“No good, no good. The root of the illness is in the heart, and only the mind can cure it.” Chen Zhi pointed at the computer screen. “Those big companies harass me with new tricks every day. My blood pressure spikes, and the virus spreads. How about you give them a call and ask them to issue an apology on their official websites tomorrow? Maybe my mood will improve, and my illness will just heal on its own.”
Director Li was both amused and exasperated, pointing at Chen Zhi with a wagging finger.
“You little rascal, you just seize every opportunity, don’t you? Apologies are out of the question, but I can coordinate on the scheduling issues from the top. That version you called Special Something—do a good job with it.”
The meaning was crystal clear.
The official side was backing off from this mess. You guys can fight it out however you want.
After seeing the two leaders out, Dai Damai closed the office door and gave Chen Zhi a thumbs-up.
“Mr. Chen, that illness of yours timed perfectly.”
Chen Zhi picked up his gaming console and kept playing through his game.
“Dealing with people who want to be peacemakers—you’ve got to be even more reckless. If they talk to me about the bigger picture, I’ll just drop dead right in front of them.”
“Those big companies must be fuming.”
“Fuming’s just the start. I’m going to flay them alive.”
Dai Damai pulled up a chair and sat down, sliding a freshly printed data report across to Chen Zhi.
“Let’s set domestic matters aside for now. Mr. Chen, take a look at this.”
The data curves on the report showed an outrageous, vertical spike.
“After the livestream was cut off today, besides domestic trends blowing up, foreign social media went viral too.” Dai Damai pointed at the screen. “Some YouTubers reposted clips of your livestream, especially the first half where you demonstrated the new Moss model.”
Chen Zhi glanced over it.
“How many views?”
“The single video hit 20 million in four hours. Right now, the number one trending hashtag on X is #MossPhone#.”
Dai Damai opened the comment interface on ByteDance’s backend and pulled up a page.
“Check out these comments. Our official website is getting bombarded by overseas IP visits every second. For a moment, I thought we were under DDoS attack.”
Chen Zhi leaned in to look.
A flood of users with default avatars was spamming the comments under Deep Sky Tech’s official account, typing in rigid, machine-translated Chinese.
“Hello, dear friend from China. May I ask how this magical machine that doesn’t require touch to operate can transfer my money over to you?”
“Protest! Why can only people from China enjoy this technology? This is technical discrimination! Release the overseas purchase link immediately!”
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