Zhang Weimin perused the materials collected and presented by his subordinates.
The more he read, the colder his gaze became.
"Well, well, this is truly interesting..."
"Colluding with foreign powers, riding the coattails of Huarong Industries, to peddle the so-called mecha concept and harvest consumers' money..."
"Even going so far as to trample on Meng Hao's Huarong Industries and its mechas, to elevate their own status..."
Witnessing these frantic entities, these 'capitalists' making a fortune, while shamelessly exploiting the populace, then slandering and squeezing Meng Hao and Huarong Industries, intending to destroy them.
"This Dong Jian, and his Ao Shi Heavy Industry, seem to have the sole purpose of completely collapsing Huarong Industries, and then poaching Meng Hao to the United States..."
"Such underhanded tactics are truly disgusting... Eating the food of Great Xia, yet wanting to smash Great Xia's pot. Such people are unworthy of being called descendants..."
"However, what's the meaning behind this operation by Little B Station?"
"Do they believe our country's high command will thoroughly investigate Huarong Industries, and are they rushing to distance themselves?... Such a company with heaven-defying black technology is the pride of Great Xia. The management of Little B Station is far-sighted, it seems a warning is in order!"
"It seems it's time for me to step forward and make contact with Huarong Industries and Meng Hao!"
...
Meng Hao's head was about to explode.
As the 10-day deadline given by Little B Station drew closer.
But no matter how he explained, even bringing out his business license and the relevant clauses for permitted operations.
The management of Little B Station remained completely unresponsive.
They continued to coldly demand an explanation, proving that Huarong Industries was not a military enterprise.
In the live stream.
Meng Hao was on the verge of swearing.
How on earth was he supposed to explain this?
No matter how he explained, they wouldn't listen?
Could it be that Huarong Industries' online sales and operational strategy were coming to an end here?
"Brother Hao, why don't we just give up?"
"Let's just transform and connect with the national level, become a military enterprise!"
"Although we won't be able to pilot such cool mechas, we can at least contribute to the defense of national security!"
The Mecha Ji live stream, having lost its traffic-generating qualification.
The number of viewers dwindled.
From a peak of millions of fans, it had fallen to less than a hundred thousand regular viewers.
On one hand, it was the official obstruction by Little B Station; on the other, other mecha concept companies, represented by Dong Jian of Ao Shi Heavy Industry, were aggressively poaching talent.
On Little B Station alone.
There were no fewer than twenty live streams with a style extremely similar to the Mecha Ji live stream.
These live streams.
Directly copied Meng Hao's model, slandering while luring people in.
And the female streamers in those live streams, how could they be seen as selling mechas?
They were completely selling themselves.
Peak times produce false support, dusk witnesses devout followers.
The viewers who still remained in the Mecha Ji live stream.
These were true mecha fanatics, hardcore military enthusiasts.
They were not like the other bandwagon followers, attracted by flashy mechas and suggestive streamers.
After all.
From all aspects of their parameters.
The mechas produced by Huarong Industries were the true technological marvels.
As for the companies that had sprung up like mushrooms, riding on Meng Hao's coattails, every single one of them.
They boasted loudly.
But except for PPTs, there were no actual prototypes.
Moreover, the parameters they announced could barely withstand scrutiny.
Sometimes, being fleeced, one couldn't entirely blame the 'capitalists'' scythes.
Those brainless leeks also had problems.
...
Transforming into a military enterprise?
Wouldn't that mean revealing the company's technical parameters and technological blueprints?
There were many situations that were difficult to explain.
For example, technologies that surpassed current human technology by ten to twenty years.
If detailed explanations were required.
Wouldn't that mean revealing the existence of the system and the desert base?
This, he might be eliminated!
As Meng Hao sat in front of the camera, staring blankly at the lens with Qin Muyan.
Cheng Hua rushed in.
"Young Master."
"A guest wishes to meet you."
"They claim to want to order a batch of our mechas!"
Oh?
Ordering mechas?
Seeing a business opportunity, Meng Hao perked up and instinctively asked.
"Oh?"
"What's the background of the other party?"
Cheng Hua, seemingly not noticing that Meng Hao was live streaming, replied directly.
"Yes!"
"He claims to be from the Kyoto National Defense Security Headquarters, named Zhang Weimin!"
"His current rank is Brigadier General!"
Holy cow!
A brigadier general from the military.
Damn it, here comes what he feared most!
Was the national level finally going to deal with him?
Did he have to publicly disclose his related black technology to the military?
Forget it.
There's always a way to deal with things when they come.
He'd go see what the situation was first.
With a tingling scalp, Meng Hao waved to the camera.
"Everyone."
"I have a business deal to discuss."
"I'll be back later for the stream, I'll leave the live stream to Qin Muyan for now!"
...
Seeing Meng Hao hurry away.
The viewers in the live stream went wild.
"Holy crap."
"What's going on?"
"Is our Great Xia military ordering mechas from Meng Hao?"
"And they were even faking it, claiming not to be a military enterprise, they've finally been exposed!"
"But it's not bad to transform into a military enterprise, I've said it long ago, the mechas produced by Huarong Industries definitely crush the world's top military robots."
"From now on, we'll have one less civilian toy company and one more combat mecha military enterprise!"
"..."
Looking at the barrage of comments from these loyal viewers.
Qin Muyan was touched, tears welling up in her eyes!
It seemed.
Huarong Industries' journey of manufacturing civilian mechas was about to end.
Those damned anti-fans, using Meng Hao's influence to suppress Huarong Industries' PPT inferior mecha companies.
They had finally succeeded, completely blocking Huarong Industries' online sales channels established by Meng Hao.
With the online sales channels cut off!
It also meant that she, Qin Muyan, would be unemployed!
After all, without online sales channels, what need would a live streaming sales host have?
She had never heard of any military enterprise needing to sell online.
...
Still in the same conference room.
The very conference room where Meng Hao had piloted a mecha, smashed through the wall, and thrown Bob Dong Jian, the fake foreigner, out of the seventh floor.
Under Cheng Hua's arrangement, it had been restored.
Zhang Weimin, wearing a military uniform, his epaulets representing a brigadier general, adorned with a single star, shone brightly under the lights.
His formal military uniform, and the three equally meticulous officers accompanying him, all unequivocally told Meng Hao.
This was an extremely formal meeting and negotiation.
Meng Hao walked into the conference room, his heart pounding.
"Hello, you must be General Zhang Weimin."
"I apologize for not greeting you sooner. Please forgive my oversight."
"May I ask what brings you here?"
Seeing the main party had arrived.
Zhang Weimin smiled slightly.
"You are Meng Hao, aren't you!"
"The founder of Huarong Industries."
"The chief designer of the Huarong Type I and Phantom mechas!"
Thump.
Meng Hao's heart skipped several beats.
Trouble.
With such a serious opening,
He feared they were truly here to reprimand him.