Chapter 329 Don’t Compare Marketing with Karl
"What do you mean? What is car-machine connection?"
"What does it mean to detect that there are multiple terminal devices that can be connected?"
"I always thought there was something strange about this electric car, and now I finally remember it, it's like Jarvis from Iron Man in the comics."
“Is there an artificial intelligence developed in it?”
This sudden sound immediately drew the attention of the crowd, who had just stood up and applauded, back to the silver-gray car.
People were talking about it, and some even made bold guesses.
On the stage, Carl walked back to the microphone from the back, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Mr. Mario Cuomo again for a photo.
Carl asked jokingly under the illumination of the flashbulbs.
"How does it feel to be the protagonist, Mr. Mario Cuomo?"
"Very wonderful, Mr. Hohenzollern." Mr. Mario Cuomo responded with a low laugh.
But then his face fell and he said with some resentment.
"It's just that the time is a little short. Can't you let the applause last a little longer?"
"Sorry, sir." Carl showed an apologetic expression, "Time is running out now. I can't wait even a second."
Mr. Mario Cuomo was a little confused when he heard this, but he didn't ask any more questions. After the photo shoot, he stepped back and handed the stage back to Carl.
Carl stood in front of the microphone again, but did not prepare for his speech as he did before.
Instead, he spoke directly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet for a moment. We are now going to welcome the first batch of MokaTech1 mobile phones."
"Please move to the front of the production workshop, stay within the safe yellow line, and come together to witness this historic moment."
"We will use reality to completely destroy those boring conspiracies and rumors."
After he finished speaking, the workshop door that had been tightly closed slowly opened, and ultra-low-pressure white mist poured out from the door.
It seemed as if the entire south end of the venue had fallen into a dream in the clouds.
Under the strong white light, there are several staff members wearing pure white full-body dust-free suits.
They came out pushing several carts, which were divided into five separate spaces, each of which contained a custom-made black plastic box.
The box was divided into 6 small squares of 5x30 by a punching machine, and in each small square lies a gold-colored MokaTech1 smartphone.
Like dazzling gold bricks, they sparkle under the flash lights of countless cameras.
"It's really been produced, and the back panel color has been changed. This color and temperament show that it is prepared for rich people."
"It's too early to tell. Who knows if this is just some model."
"Until the screen is turned on, who can guarantee that these are real phones?"
Looking at those mobile phones that looked like gold bricks, the crowd began to burst into heated discussions.
The staff members acted as if they didn't hear anything and just pushed the carts back and forth around the square.
To ensure that all the cameras present can carefully capture the scene in front of them.
It was not until five minutes later that Carl on the stage spoke again.
"Okay, fellow media friends, I think everyone should have gotten the shot they wanted."
"Let's move on to the next step and start officially breaking the lies."
"I know that among the crowd just now, even though these things were placed in front of him, there was a kind of strong paranoia."
"It was like a piece of black gauze covering his eyes, making him unwilling to believe what he saw."
After that, Karl looked at the silver-gray Tesla SU7 and gave the order.
"Hello Tesla, take over all the lights and start the random lottery mode."
"Okay, master. I'm starting to request to take over all the lights in the venue through the network. Please wait while the request is being made. It has been completed. We have now taken over all the lights in the venue."
"What does it mean?"
"Isn't this a car? The car can also be connected to the Internet."
"I must write everything I saw into a novel when I go back. It's really too cyberpunk. Science fiction is simply too weak."
Hearing the sound made by the car, every one of the people in the square sighed.
Some people were so shocked that they started talking nonsense, while on the other side of the stage, Carl spoke again.
"In order to verify that these mobile phones are not models but real mobile terminals that can be used, we will conduct a random lottery."
"I will use this Tesla Su7 to control about 40 mobile searchlights around the venue and randomly illuminate one person in the venue."
"The people who are illuminated will be able to randomly select a mobile phone that has been produced and turn it on to check it themselves."
"Lend it to me temporarily. You heard it right. Lend it to me. After I show it to him, I will give the phone to him."
“MAT never mistreats loyal users who are willing to cooperate with the company.”
"Did you hear that?"
"Jesus Christ, I bullied my classmates in elementary school, got several girls pregnant in middle school, and got involved in gangsterism after dropping out of high school."
"But I still want to be a good person. I had no choice before. Please bless me to be chosen. I am willing to change my ways."
"It couldn't be crazier than this. I guess those other billionaires are racking their brains to understand why this young man has so many marketing tricks."
As soon as Carl finished speaking, the crowd in the square erupted in the loudest noise, and all kinds of strange prayers could be heard.
The crowd knelt down and prayed madly, and some people almost fought each other for a position.
The reporters gathered together and after discussing, decided to cast a wide net, and everyone rushed towards the four corners of the square.
The goal is to have a reporter at every angle so that the most perfect shot can be captured at the moment the lottery results are announced.
"Time is running out!" Carl on the stage looked at the crowd swarming below and reminded with a smile.
At the same time, start the countdown considerately.
“10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1！”
After the countdown of 10, dozens of white searchlights that had been turned off around the square lit up at the same time.
The lights kept flickering on and off, and a white light kept flashing on the ground.
If they didn't know that this was in front of the New York State Capitol, many people present would have almost swayed to the rhythm.
Finally, just when everyone was about to twist their bodies and turn the square in front of the parliament building into a disco scene.
A beam of light shone into a remote corner, and the strong reflection made the entire square seem a little dazzling.
It turned out that in that remote corner, a bald reporter was carrying a camera and looking around for the lucky winner.
However, he did not expect that the white light was right above his head. His big bald head was now the brightest light bulb on the East Coast.
"Welcome to this light bulb, oh no, welcome to this gentleman, congratulations, you have won the grand prize."
