"Damn capitalists."
"System prompt: You pulled off a world-class flex. Reward: 60 billion hatred points."
"I burst into tears. This is fucking bullying."
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to the World Flexing Championship. This year's 'Strongest Flex King of the Year' is: Chen Mo!"
"When I pee, I don't bow to birds. I only bow to Chen Mo."
"Wanda Lin's tiny goal, Jack Ma never touched money; Pony Ma from an ordinary family, Dong who can't recognize faces and doesn't know his wife is beautiful; Lei Jun, are you okay? How do I follow up Chen Mo's line? I didn't learn enough during my nine years of compulsory education. Please, experts, help."
"..."
A single sentence from Chen Mo shook the entire internet.
With just one sentence, everyone saw how deep Ant Army Company's pockets were. Even other domestic industry leaders would not casually talk about losing 60 billion. Such a loss would be fatal to most companies, yet Chen Mo dared to say it, as though he were merely making an ordinary remark.
Meanwhile, the free Q&A session continued, and the atmosphere remained lively. When Chen Mo called for the next question, every reporter raised their hand eagerly, hoping for the rare chance to ask one.
"Academician Wang, why did the Academy of Sciences choose to cooperate with Ant Army Group? What are the current difficulties in achieving Controlled Fusion?" an official media reporter who had been called on asked Wang Nian.
"High-Temperature Plasma research cannot succeed through isolated efforts. Ant Army Group's research and development capabilities are outstanding. More people mean more strength. I believe Ant Army Group's involvement will inject fresh blood into High-Temperature Plasma research and offer new ideas."
Wang Nian answered with a smile.
"As for the difficulties, the major obstacles to achieving Controlled Fusion in Tokamak