The magnesium lights at the press conference venue stabbed at Lin Mo like countless sharp swords. He stood in the center of the stage, wearing a lapel pin he had scavenged from a secondhand market on his suit collar, fine beads of sweat seeping from his palms. The exhaustion of three sleepless days throbbed at his temples, and the countdown for the system upgrade hovered in the upper right corner of his vision—47 minutes and 23 seconds remaining.
"Mr. Lin, rumors say that your smart algorithm's core code is suspected of plagiarizing the patented technology of Chen Group last year. How do you explain this?"
A male reporter in the front row wearing gold-rimmed glasses suddenly stood up, the logo on his microphone gleaming with a cold light under the spotlights. The venue instantly went quiet. Lin Mo saw Chen Hao sitting in the last row, a victorious curve hanging at the corner of his mouth.
Chapter 156