NIP Chapter 11 The battery, crushed into a sheet of iron, still keeps spinning!
Chapter 11 The battery, crushed into a sheet of iron, still keeps spinning!
"Mr. Lei, are you ready? Is dinner served?"
Bai Che's calm question was clearly transmitted throughout the entire auditorium through the microphone.
After a deathly silence, the audience erupted in a burst of laughter.
"Hahaha! Has this kid gone mad? What does he think this is? A scene from a gangster movie?"
"Using a hydraulic press to scare people? What hasn't President Lei seen? Would he be scared by a mere kid?"
"Where's the car? What happened to the promised new energy vehicle? It's just a piece of junk and an industrial machine? This launch event is a joke!"
The media section was ablaze with flashing cameras and microphones, but all the lenses captured were undisguised mockery and disdain on people's faces.
In the front row, in the center, Lei Dong, the CEO of Tianxing Motors, had a face that was slightly flushed with pride, but now he was laughing so hard he was almost convulsing.
He shoved the microphone aside, stood up, and loudly declared to the audience, "Young man, I admit you have a real talent for comedy. But this is a tech launch event, not your stand-up comedy stage!"
He pointed at the menacing hydraulic press, his smile widening: "What? You resort to violence when you can't reach an agreement? Is this your Zero Boundary Technology's corporate culture? Using this thing to crush your 'revolutionary battery' into scrap metal, then selling it as scrap to recoup your costs?"
These words drew another burst of loud laughter.
Backstage, Su Wanqing's fingernails were almost digging into her palms. She stared intently at Bai Che on stage, her heart pounding in her throat.
"What...what is Che-ge trying to do?!" Wang Tao was sweating profusely, clutching his head and spinning in place. "This is it, it's completely over! Doesn't this mean he's admitting to being a liar?!"
In the live stream, the comment section of the "Hardcore Disassembly King" was flooded with "liar," "clown," and "refund." He stared blankly at the screen, his lips dry, unable to utter a single word.
Faced with the overwhelming jeers, Bai Che on the stage remained completely unresponsive.
He didn't even glance at Redon again.
He simply walked to the control panel of the hydraulic press, reached out, and pressed the start button.
hum-
A dull hum of electricity filled the air as the massive hydraulic piston began to descend slowly, pressing down with unparalleled force onto the gray battery module below.
The laughter in the auditorium gradually subsided.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at this utterly absurd scene.
Are they really watching a tech launch event?
Or are we watching a madman destroy his last shred of dignity with his own hands?
Crack—Squeak—
The ear-piercing, teeth-grinding metallic squeaking sound echoed throughout the venue through the microphone.
The seemingly sturdy battery module casing began to twist, deform, and dent under the terrifying pressure of the hydraulic piston.
Everyone could clearly see that the internal structure was crushed layer by layer, the delicate circuits were broken, the outer shell was cracked, and finally, it was completely compressed into an irregularly shaped, twisted metal disc.
"He's insane! He actually ran it over!"
"What kind of performance art is this? Utter self-abandonment?"
"This is his revolutionary product? A pile of scrap metal?" Redon questioned loudly, his smile reaching its zenith, brimming with the smug satisfaction of a victor.
This is the result he wanted.
A complete fraudster, he nailed himself to the pillar of shame in front of the entire nation.
The hydraulic piston slowly rose.
That battery could no longer be called a battery. It was just a pile of industrial waste that had been violently ravaged, lying there quietly, as if silently mocking this farce.
Backstage, Su Wanqing closed her eyes in despair.
However, Bai Che's next move caused everyone's thoughts to freeze once again.
He stepped forward, put on a pair of insulated gloves, and surprisingly picked up the scorching, twisted piece of "scrap metal" with his bare hands.
What is he going to do?
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Bai Che carried the piece of scrap metal and walked to the other side of the stage.
There, there was an extremely rudimentary device.
An exposed electric motor removed from a machine, with a standard car tire directly fixed to the motor's shaft.
Bai Che squatted down, placed the piece of "scrap metal" on the ground, and then picked up two thick electrical wires.
He skillfully connected one end of the wire to the two damaged electrode terminals that had been squeezed out of the scrap metal.
On the other end, the power interface for the electric motor is connected.
The entire auditorium was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.
Everyone held their breath, watching the young man's final, and most ridiculous, struggle.
Lei Dong crossed his arms and looked down at the verdict, waiting for the final second.
After Bai Che finished doing all this, he stood up.
He didn't look at anyone, but calmly walked to a red switch next to the device.
Then, the power was switched off.
pat.
A soft sound.
one second.
two seconds.
Nothing happened.
"Ha..." Lei Dong was just about to let out a triumphant laugh.
Om-!
A deep, hissing sound, as if it came from the depths of hell, suddenly rang out!
In the deathly silence of the entire venue, a dazzling string of sparks burst forth from the exposed electric motor!
Immediately afterwards, the stationary car tire began to slowly, somewhat sluggishly, start to rotate!
a circle.
Two laps.
Faster and faster!
Buzz—buzz—buzz buzz—!!
The electric motor's speed was skyrocketing at an alarming rate, driving the tires from a slow rotation to an instantaneous black blur that was difficult to see with the naked eye!
The violent airflow generated by the high-speed rotation of the tires blew against Bai Che's white clothes, making a rustling sound.
The ear-piercing roar, like the roar of a fighter jet engine, slammed into the eardrums of everyone present and shattered their preconceived notions!
Inside the auditorium, all the reporters went crazy. They rushed toward the stage without regard for anything else, and the sound of camera shutters exploded incessantly!
Backstage, Wang Tao's mouth dropped open, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. He instinctively swore, "Holy... shit!!!"
Su Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes. She covered her mouth to prevent herself from exclaiming in surprise. In her clear and cold phoenix eyes, there was only endless shock and ecstasy.
In the live stream of the "Hardcore Disassembly King," the mocking comments that were just flooding the screen disappeared without a trace.
Instead, after a few seconds of delay, a dense, volcanic eruption of "Holy crap!" and "???" appeared.
In the front row, Lei Dong, CEO of Tianxing Motors, had his extremely arrogant smile, which was full of confidence, completely frozen on his face.