Could you still stop them from buying batteries?

From raw materials to production and then sales, even though the entire process is a bit devious and absurd, the Coast has fully mastered it themselves. You want to play cards with them and hurt them with your own losses, but they aren't even sitting at the same table as you—how do you play this hand?

In your dreams!

Besides, how much energy has Echo recently spent pushing the environmental regulations, offending so many peers? Can they now promote the introduction of a small three-wheeler reform standard?

Even if it could be introduced, just see if the junkers pay any heed to your scrap of paper.

Even if the Federation Legislative Court has overdosed on madness, they couldn't possibly pass it.

A city can do without anyone driving a light chariot, but definitely not without anyone driving a small three-wheeler!

From the moment the green bean small three-wheeler rolls off the production line, the resumption of operations at the Coastal Automobile Factory becomes unstoppable, and it breaks through the eight-sided ambush.

Now, a brand-new situation has opened up once again.

In the midst of wild growth, there's a way out.

Shang Tongwen should be worried not about targeting the small three-wheeler, but instead, about how much more will it cost him to maintain the original blockade, and how to persuade those upstream and downstream industries and suppliers to continue ignoring a rapidly growing demand for a car factory!

Amidst the dead silence, Shang Tongwen expressionlessly scans his pitch-black eyes over everyone's faces in the workshop, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yet suddenly, there erupts a roar.

A huge noise.

In the middle of the workshop, that weathered small three-wheeler ultimately collapses during the destructive load test, bent and shattered, and the screeching of steel rubbing is so grating.

Sparks fly, fuel element leaks, and acrid thick smoke rises, activating fire safety systems as water pours from the sprinklers, drenching all present like wet chickens.

Such a mess.

"Let's call it a day."

Shang Tongwen's face twitches, unable to maintain composure: "Go back and write me a report."

As he says this, suppressing his anger, he turns to leave.

But behind him, the water-soaked small three-wheeler sparks again, and the detached speaker emits a piercing static, interrupted by cheerful music, with a child's voice singing:

"You have neither dad nor mom, each of you without a home, without friends to help you, lonely and afraid, ah hehehehe, ah hahaha…"

Shang Tongwen suddenly halts his steps and slowly turns around.

A sliver of crimson emerges in his pupils.

"Turn it off." He squeezes the words from between his teeth.

For a moment, everyone frantically rushes forward, but that damned speaker is absurdly durable, no matter how it's smashed it won't stop.

Until Shang Tongwen's assistant beside him flicks his fingers, and invisible gravity erupts, turning the entire speaker into a pile of trash, no more sound.

But that hehehehaha echo still seems to resound in hallucination.

Lingering long after.

Meanwhile, beneath Cliff City's night sky, Ji Jue props his chin and gazes at the sales data before him, for a long time, his eyebrows slightly raise.

"Yan Gong, next you can talk to the Labor Association about recruitment issues, hmm, having tea with suppliers would be nice too... I think they have something to say to us."

A cool night breeze blows in from outside, so refreshing.

Invigorating.

Cooling down Ji Jue's steadily rising temperature over the past days.

"The weather's getting colder."

Ji Jue bites into the alchemy waste in his hand, feeling the slow rising of ember essence within the Matrix, and contentedly squints his eyes:

"The new model should be launched too."

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