Chapter 321 Direct Spray
"Hahahaha!! Mr. Hohenzollern, you are flattering me too much by saying that."
Mario Cuomo burst into laughter in response to Carl's flattery.
After the two of them praised each other's business, they immediately walked onto the stage. As soon as they stood on the stage, they followed the rules.
At this time, the Governor of New York State, the organizer of this event, should give a short speech.
However, he did not expect that as soon as Mario Cuomo stood in front of the microphone and had no time to speak, the reporters in the audience began to ask questions impatiently.
"Mr. Hohenzollern, what exactly is the content of today's press conference?"
"During the two months since you disappeared, there has been a lot of discussion in various media and newspapers, as well as on the Internet."
"Especially regarding that magical mobile phone, does your company have the ability to produce it?"
Similar questions kept coming up, and the reporters kept repeating them loudly like a tape recorder that didn't need batteries.
Mario Cuomo, who was standing in front of the microphone preparing to give a speech, couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
But as a politician who is well-versed in politics, he reacted quickly, put on an exaggerated expression and said jokingly.
"Mr. Hohenzollern, it seems that some people are not destined to be the protagonist. This stage is destined to be yours."
"You should answer these difficult questions. I am at a loss as to how to deal with them."
Facing the other party's teasing, Carl gave a polite but awkward smile and quickly walked to the microphone.
He spread his hands and spoke to the people in the audience.
"It seems that you are indeed very anxious. Well, then we won't waste any more time."
"I came here today mainly for two things. One is to shut up some guys."
"I know that the company I founded has touched the cakes of countless people, but what I want to say is that there is no conspiracy behind the scenes."
"It's just the snowstorm in winter. When spring comes, the sunshine will melt all the snow."
"Now I can tell you clearly that my company has the ability to mass-produce that phone. Although it is not mass-produced, there is absolutely no problem producing about 1000 phones a day."
As soon as these words were spoken, the place became noisy, and the crowd watching the excitement burst into waves of applause and cheers.
Mario Cuomo and a group of government officials standing behind Carl also showed a momentary look of excitement on their faces.
But soon someone raised... a question, a Fox TV news reporter spoke loudly into the high-end microphone.
"How are you supposed to prove it? The global media has been searching hard for it around the world for two weeks."
"But I have never found a production line belonging to your company. The complexity of the mobile phone you designed requires a complete industrial structure configuration."
"Without any clues to prove it, how can we believe what you say?"
“That’s how we should believe.”
“Is this a scam or not?”
"That thing is impossible to build."
Following the lead of this reporter, many other reporters have followed suit and increased their voices, with some even beginning to speak inflammatory words.
Facing the surging public opinion in the audience, Carl seemed very calm. He shook his head and looked at the people in the audience with a smile.
Then he suddenly pressed a button on the front desk, and after a sharp electric noise, the volume of the microphone in front of him was turned up to maximum.
He just opened his lips slightly, and dozens of players surrounding the venue played a loud word at the highest volume.
"idiot!!"
One word was like pressing the mute button, and the group of reporters that had been noisy just now suddenly became silent.
Countless pairs of eyes, some angry, some horrified, some strangely, looked at the blond boy on the stage.
Even the government officials behind him opened their mouths wide in shock.
Feeling countless pairs of eyes, Karl still had a smile on his face, his eyes fixed on the reporter who had just asked the question.
His lips moved slightly.
"Didn't you hear me? I said you're an idiot!"
This time the volume was even louder, and the last word "idiot" was almost shouted.
Amplified by dozens of large players, the huge sound waves made the scalps of the people present feel numb.
The reporter's face became even uglier than before, his eyes turned red, and he spoke loudly into the advanced microphone.
"You are insulting my personality and it is a personal attack if you don't have a reasonable explanation."
"I will immediately file a lawsuit with the procuratorate and hold you accountable for your legal responsibilities."
"Is that so?" Karl was unmoved, with a mocking smile on his face, "Then go quickly, I'm waiting for your lawyer to send me a letter."
"I call you an idiot because the questions you ask are incredibly stupid, even for those guys in the MIT lab."
"They are also a bunch of idiots. They call themselves scientists, so they should study their science properly."
"Don't get involved in the production line, the specific technology implementation of product development, and the real business level."
"What do they know? Maybe they know how the universe was formed. Maybe they know the secret of black holes."
“But do they know how to program the software needed for finishing? Do they know how long it takes to set up a production line?”
"They know where the various parts of my phone are produced and what processes are used. They know when they are busy doing experiments."
“In places they can’t see, there are people who are also achieving great results.”
This series of non-stop questions once again silenced everyone present.
Everyone looked at each other, and Carl continued to speak angrily.
"A network technology laboratory can actually claim that it is impossible to produce that mobile phone with existing technology."
"They may not even have been to a real workshop. What they usually come into contact with are large servers and a large number of electrical pipes."
"But they have rarely seen a real production workshop, so how can they know everything that happens in this world?"
“Don’t be so arrogant. There are powers in many invisible places that you cannot imagine.”
"But you still didn't answer the question. You criticized us so emotionally, but didn't give us any real results."
"We are not here to listen to your lectures, we want results."
After being scolded by Carl, the reporter was obviously a little broken. His face turned red, but his words were still relentless.
Carl seemed to have expected this. He suddenly stopped paying attention to the clown and took two steps back with his arms open.
Shouted loudly with emotion.
"The result is correct. Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the future of mankind."
"Please be prepared, we are about to experience a magical journey, and we will enter the 21st century ahead of schedule."
