The Routine Isn't Old

Zhao Cheng heard every bit of it, yet not the slightest ripple stirred in his heart.

It was only normal for people to question this.

If he truly produced a set of cutting-edge technology and everyone found nothing wrong with it, then he would instead have to question whether this world was real.

Zhao Cheng knew that, at present, most people within the country were half-believing and half-doubting. A very small number believed, an equally small number completely disbelieved, and the largest group remained those who were uncertain.

This was precisely a reflection of Yanhuang's credibility.

As for overseas, things had been a wild dance of demons these past few days. The biggest prevailing opinion—or rather, conspiracy theory—was that Yanhuang was spinning a monstrous lie in order to achieve some ulterior purpose.

You want me to believe it? Fine. Mail me a gaming device.

That was more or less the prevailing current of thought, stirring up storms across the world.

Thus, when Skywalk Company's product launch arrived a few days later, countless people wanted to watch the spectacle and see how this "farce" would end.

It was not just those overseas who thought this way. Many people at home thought the same, and some were even spinning elaborate fantasies about the identity of that mysterious, domineering CEO who commanded three hundred billion, leaving the internet abuzz with every sort of speculation.

Especially now, with the launch drawing near, Skywalk Company's formidable promotional power had sent the topic repeatedly to the top of the rankings.

Clearly, Ji Cheng understood operations.

He knew that the bigger the hype grew now, the more overwhelming the effect would be when Zhao Cheng appeared and set the world in order.

As for Zhao Cheng being his boss, that was called helping the boss make reasonable