Chapter 136 The Computer World in Shock

Ever since the netizens who first discovered the new computers on Future Style Technology Company's official website spread the word, the news has reached an increasingly large audience. These netizens shared the information across major online forums, accelerating the spread of the news. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Tonight, all media reporters were urgently recalled by their respective companies, and every media executive reached the same decision, instructing their reporters to obtain the latest details on Future Style Technology's second-generation computers at all costs.

It was not just media reporters, netizens, and computer technology enthusiasts; even companies within the same industry found themselves unable to rest. Major computer brands were caught completely off guard by Future Style Technology's sudden release of its second-generation computer products.

In the United States, Microsoft, the reigning giant of the planet's computer industry, held an emergency executive meeting at its headquarters. The company's founder, Bill, was sharply questioning the heads of various departments in a stern voice.

"Can anyone explain why the competitor suddenly appeared with a second-generation computer product and even put it on the market for sale, yet none of you received any news about it?" Seated at the head of the large conference room, Bill asked with a dark expression as he glared at the company executives.

"This... this......" A group of people down the table stammered for a long time, too terrified to speak.

"Are you all mute? Speak up!" Seeing their attitude, Bill grew even more furious, glaring fiercely at them.

"It's like they appeared out of thin air. We didn't receive a shred of information, and even the media in China didn't notice a thing. I honestly don't know how Future Style Technology managed to keep their operations under such tight wraps." After a long silence, one of the senior executives finally spoke up.

Bill stared at the executive who had spoken, signaling with his eyes for him to continue.

Encouraged by Bill's gesture, the executive pushed ahead regardless of whether he was right or wrong. "I believe we must take this computer company in China very seriously this time. Previously, their first-generation product only added a new operating system and exterior design. But look at them now—in just half a year, they've successfully developed high-definition displays and hard drives. This research and development speed is terrifying. According to the specifications on their official website, these two products far surpass the components our company currently uses. If this continues, they will gradually surpass and eclipse us!"

Bill felt deeply irritated upon hearing this, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. After sitting in silence for a while, he asked again, "Are you certain the specifications on their website are authentic?"

"I would rather believe they are real; they wouldn't dare fabricate such claims. Even though we haven't seen the actual products yet, I just believe it!" the same executive replied to Bill.

Seated in the primary seat, Bill tapped his fingers rhythmically against the conference table. He took the executive's words to heart and began to view Future Style Technology with a new level of seriousness.

"Tomorrow, you and I will fly to China. We will visit Future Style Technology in person to test their strength and verify the situation. Whether we become partners or enemies will be decided after that!" After a long pause, Bill finally made his decision and instructed the executive who had spoken.

Microsoft was far from the lone computer company setting its sights on China. South Korea's Samsung Group, which also operated computer-related businesses, had previously been utterly suppressed by Future Style Technology's first-generation products. Seeing that Future Style Technology had now launched a second-generation computer far more advanced than the first, with high-definition displays and hard drives vastly superior to their own domestically developed technology, the head of Samsung realized his company could not produce a competitive rival in the coming years. Consequently, the group's chairman also decided to fly to China personally the following day to have a serious discussion with the chairman of Future Style Technology.

Meanwhile, in Japan, the Aso family had been riding a wave of immense fortune. Ever since the Iga family was dismantled by Lin Feng, the Aso family had taken advantage of the chaos to seize numerous commercial assets and reap massive benefits, elevating themselves to the undisputed top family in Japan.

Within the family, the Aso conglomerate operated an electronics subsidiary that manufactured and sold electronic products under the Toshiba brand. Furthermore, they had absorbed the Sony Corporation—a company that had previously suffocated Aso's electronics division—from the ruins of the fallen Iga family, merging them into an even larger electronics conglomerate. Initially, Jiro Aso hoped to use this electronics giant to bring glory to the Aso family and propel them into the ranks of the world's top family dynasties. He never expected that Lin Feng's Future Style Technology would deal him a devastating blow. With Lin Feng's second-generation products on the market, Jiro Aso's electronics company had zero chance of growth or survival.

Sitting alone in his study, Jiro Aso sighed heavily, lamenting why he had to cross paths with Lin Feng's company at this exact moment. According to intelligence gathered by the company's marketing department, Future Style Technology had somehow engineered two computer components more advanced than anything currently available on the market. By integrating these newly developed parts into their second-generation computers, Future Style Technology had gained a formidable advantage, reducing the computers produced by all other companies to mere supporting roles.

After sighing alone in his study for a long time, Jiro Aso accepted that the market was now dominated entirely by Future Style Technology. Fortunately, they focused solely on high-end brands; if other companies wished to sell their own products, it seemed cooperation with Future Style Technology and purchasing their components was an absolute necessity.

With this conclusion, Jiro Aso formed the intention to visit Lin Feng in Zhanhai City in the near future. The more he thought about it, the more resolved he became, ultimately deciding to make the trip the very next day—and bringing Haruko Aso along with him.

Of course, Lin Feng and Xia Ruoxi were entirely unaware of these developments. Upon returning to the Lin family villa, their phones rang nonstop all evening. One department head after another called to report good news, while others were so overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the sales figures that they insisted on calling Xia Ruoxi to share their excitement. In the end, Xia Ruoxi was forced to simply turn off her mobile phone just to secure a moment of peace.

"Ruoxi, is your company exceptionally busy lately? Why has your phone been ringing continuously all evening?" Disturbed by the incessant ringing, Lin Chuanzhi asked, looking at Xia Ruoxi from the living room sofa.

"Dad, tonight is just a special occasion. Our company's second-generation computers went on sale tonight, so these calls are probably all coming from colleagues at work," Lin Feng answered on behalf of Xia Ruoxi, sitting close beside her.

"What? Your company's second-generation computers are already on the market? Why didn't I hear a word about this? Didn't you hold a product launch event?" Lin Chuanzhi asked, staring at Lin Feng and Xia Ruoxi in utter astonishment.

With an indifferent expression, Lin Feng ignored Lin Chuanzhi's shock, waved a hand dismissively, and replied, "We call this keeping a low profile!"

Hearing Lin Feng mention keeping a low profile, Lin Chuanzhi recalled every single event surrounding Lin Feng recently, none of which had anything to do with modesty or low profiles. Lin Chuanzhi shot him a look of profound contempt.

Naturally, someone as thick-skinned as Lin Feng was completely immune to such contempt.

The next day, when Lin Feng and Xia Ruoxi arrived at the office, every single employee was beaming with excitement. Even though Lin Feng had not yet seen the exact sales figures from the previous night, the expressions on the staff's faces made the outcome abundantly clear.

The actual figures did not disappoint Lin Feng's expectations; they were as staggering as ever. The sales volume for the second-generation computers far exceeded that of the first generation by several times, bolstered by the brand loyalty accumulated from their initial launch.

However, what truly surprised him was not the volume of sales, but the stack of files Xia Ruoxi handed him. She informed him that every faxing company listed wished to meet with Lin Feng personally. They were all heavyweights from the computer industry, spanning both domestic and international markets—even the chairman of Microsoft had arrived.

"Lin Feng, what do you make of this? Weren't we supposed to be developing with a low profile? Why are all of them showing up on our doorstep?" Xia Ruoxi asked nervously, watching as Lin Feng silently reviewed the faxes.

"Don't panic. Their arrival isn't necessarily a bad thing! Didn't you notice there are quite a few domestic entrepreneurs among them as well?" Seeing Xia Ruoxi's panic, Lin Feng offered a reassuring analysis.

"Then tell me what we should do now that they've all come together!" Xia Ruoxi, still unable to calm her nerves, pressed further.

Lin Feng did not reply immediately. He stood up, walked over to the office window, gazed out at the scenery, and weighed the underlying interests at stake.

Xia Ruoxi quietly watched Lin Feng from her seat, patiently awaiting his verdict without interrupting his thoughts.

After a long while, Lin Feng turned back to look at Xia Ruoxi and asked, "Do you honestly think our company can still afford to keep a low profile?"

"Well, I'm certain that once these big bosses of the computer industry arrive in person, keeping a low profile will be entirely impossible!" Xia Ruoxi replied with a wry smile, unable to see the point of the question, yet painfully aware of the chaotic scenario awaiting them.

"Since we can't keep a low profile, let's go all out! Go ahead and book out the Imperial Hotel, organize a banquet, and invite the corporate representatives listed in the faxes. We can't just ignore them. Since they've come all this way, we should greet our guests openly and grandly!" Lin Feng instructed Xia Ruoxi, outlining his solution.

"Fine, I suppose that's our only option. I'll go make the arrangements right now," Xia Ruoxi replied, acknowledging the order before turning to execute it.

What Lin Feng did not know was that this banquet would introduce a particularly troublesome individual into his life—a person whose presence would add no small amount of complications to his future.

Before long, the media reporters stationed outside the company gates caught wind of Future Style Technology's movements. Seeing the company reserve the Imperial Hotel once again, and recalling the dramatic events that had previously unfolded there, the reporters realized another major event was about to take place within the hotel's walls.

They swiftly shifted their attention from the entrance of Future Style Technology to the outside of the Imperial Hotel. However, because Lin Feng's banquet was strictly private and not intended for press coverage, the hotel manager denied all requests from reporters seeking entry. Unwilling to leave empty-handed without securing valuable material, the frustrated journalists had no choice but to continue staking out the hotel entrance, waiting for a story worth reporting.