"Look over there, why are several people kneeling?"
"Eh? Aren’t those the leftover durian peels from our meal yesterday? Just looking at them makes my knees hurt!"
"Hahaha, and why’s there someone kneeling on a washboard?"
"There’s even someone kneeling on instant noodles. Did these guys piss off their wives and get punished to kneel? Is this the Ear-Tugging Boyband or what?"
This was the busiest time for the company, as employees were constantly moving between the office building and the factory. And there they were, kneeling in the most conspicuous place, creating a grand spectacle of public humiliation.
"That guy looks so familiar, where have I seen him before?"
"Holy shit! Isn’t that the chairman of Qualcomm Electronics? I think I saw him last year when he came to terminate our collaboration and blockade our chip imports. He was so arrogant back then!"
"I know that one; it’s the chairman of Galaxy Technology! These people seem to be bosses from top semiconductor enterprises!"
"Hahaha, I heard about this; our boss Zhang pulled off a crazy stunt. Those guys sanctioned our country’s chip industry in the past. Now that our company can mass-produce 2nm chips, we’re charging them several times the price of other countries!"
"Fortunes change in the blink of an eye; it’s only been a few months, and they surely never expected to be in this situation!"
Employees began taking out their phones to take photos and videos upon seeing this scene.
Last year, they had indeed felt frustrated as the company was forced to shut down. Even before Zhang Menglong took over, there had been massive layoffs, and salaries and benefits were reduced—all thanks to these executives. Now, seeing their downfall was incredibly satisfying.
At this moment, Mobai and the others wished they could find a hole to crawl into. This was nothing less than a large-scale social execution, an unprecedented level of humiliation for them.
"It’s been ten minutes, why hasn’t Zhang Menglong come out yet?"
"Didn’t he just go to take a dump? Could he be constipated?"
"Don’t jinx it. If he’s constipated, how long will we have to kneel?"
The unlucky fellow kneeling on diamond dust might as well have welded the Mask of Pain onto his face. Although his knees didn’t present a bloodbath, the tiny diamonds had already pierced his skin, and his knees were now a deep red.
"Bro, can we switch places? My knees are about to give out on this washboard."
"Get lost! I’m already kneeling so comfortably on the washboard, have I gone mad to trade with you? Who’s your brother?"
"What did everyone used to say? We should share a common hatred, our enemy is Zhang Menglong, we need to help each other!"
"That’s a totally different story!!"
...
"Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, I’m about to split open, these guys are so funny!"
"You might not believe it if I say it, but a bunch of billionaires worth tens or even hundreds of billions are almost fighting over a washboard here."
"It’s really a dog-eat-dog situation, hahaha!"
"Boss Zhang, you’re so wicked, even setting up a livestream. I can’t, I’m gonna have to send you an airplane [gift]!"
"Cut it out, sending Boss Zhang an airplane? Be careful, or Boss Zhang might send you an airplane, one that actually flies!"
Mobai and the others could never have imagined that Zhang Menglong’s humiliation of them was not merely to this extent.
Not far from where they were kneeling, a small camera was hidden, and tiny recording devices were installed in those durian peels and on the washboard.
Now, these images and recordings were being streamed live on Huaxia’s largest streaming platform! Everyone in Huaxia knew they were kneeling in front of Silicon Moonlight’s door, waiting for Zhang Menglong.
"Xu Huan, go see them. It’s getting hot, so take them something to drink!" Zhang Menglong said as he comfortably enjoyed the air conditioning and Häagen-Dazs while looking at the sweaty figures of Mobai and the others.
"Boss Zhang, they’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now. Aren’t you going to meet them?" Xu Huan asked.
"Just 20 minutes, still early days!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "If that’s all the sincerity they can muster, it’s far from enough!"
"What if they ask where you are, what should I say? You’re still shitting?"
"Just tell them I’m constipated!"
"Uh..." Xu Huan was embarrassed; this was live streaming after all. Did Zhang Menglong really have no care for his public image?
...
Although it was only May, the temperature on the treasure island had already approached 30 degrees Celsius. These bosses, each with a large belly and prone to sweating, were suited up, and even after just 20 minutes of kneeling, their backs were already soaked with sweat.
Of course, some were sweating from pain, especially the guy kneeling on instant noodles, who was about to lose feeling in his legs trying not to crush the noodles.
They truly wanted to slap their thighs and leave this place, to find somewhere to take a good bath.
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But they didn’t dare, if they just walked away, they were finished!
"Ladies and gentlemen, the weather’s so hot, you all must be having a tough time waiting, right? Mr. Zhang has specifically sent me to bring you something to drink!"
Seeing Xu Huan approaching, everyone perked up, "Assistant Xu, can we see Mr. Zhang now?"
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"I’m sorry, everyone, Mr. Zhang said he’s been a bit constipated recently and might need to use the bathroom a bit longer, so I’m afraid I must ask you to wait a little while longer," Xu Huan said, "You’ve all come with sincerity, so you wouldn’t mind waiting a bit more, would you?"
"Haha, constipation? Goddamn constipation!"
"Mr. Zhang is really killing a thousand enemies and sacrificing eight hundred of his own with such remarks, isn’t he? How could he say something like that?"
"I bet 100 bucks he’s somewhere enjoying the air conditioning, eating cold treats, and watching the show!"
"I bet another 100 bucks he’s shameless and still laughing right now!"
...
"Of course, of course, we don’t mind..." The executives from Mobai and the other companies showed a smile of resignation. Dare they say they mind?
Having something to drink to quench their thirst was already great!
"Here, try the spicy hot pot base that Mr. Zhang prepared for our distinguished guests from afar!"
Seeing the bubbling hot pot base, the audience revealed twisted smiles.
"This... this has to be a joke!"
"F*ck! Hahaha, where’s the promised beverage? Do I have a misconception about the word ’beverage’?"
"How is this not a beverage? Are hot drinks not worthy of being called beverages?"
"Goddamn hot drinks!"
"Mr. Zhang, just how many more wild ideas do you have in your head?"
"666666!"
"I suddenly feel so sorry for them."
"Pity the fool has his reasons, hadn’t it been for Mr. Zhang, tell me how many companies in Huaxia would have gone bankrupt, how many people would have lost their jobs? They had it coming!"
...
"Please... Please thank Mr. Zhang for his kindness. We are not thirsty." They cursed Zhang Menglong’s ancestors eighteen generations deep in their hearts, but they still had to wear smiles on their faces, knowing very well that drinking that would make them transcend reality on the spot.
...
An hour passed, and under the scorching sun, these dozen or so people were nearly passing out.
"Gentlemen, Mr. Zhang has finished his dump, and seeing your sincerity, he invites you to discuss the contract!"
Xu Huan’s voice instantly awakened them from their daze.
"We’ve finally made it!" They exchanged glances, nearly shedding tears of excitement.
The signing went smoothly, and when they got their hands on the contract, disbelief painted their faces.
"Then, I wish us a successful collaboration!" Zhang Menglong shook hands with them as a token gesture.
"It’s our honor!" The semiconductor giants, holding the contract, could finally go back and report.
But Zhang Menglong’s next statement nearly killed them on the spot.
"Xu Huan, the 1nm chip process has already begun to improve steadily, let’s prepare to start mass production in three months!"
"Understood, Mr. Zhang!"
Mobai: "???"
Sikroni: "Meow meow meow?"
Gu Xionggang: "Nani?"
They had just secured the order for 2nm chips, and now Silicon Moonlight was already preparing to mass-produce 1nm chips? This...
Zhang Menglong doesn’t take responsibility for killing people, does he?
This is all a set-up!