Albatron's Revenge
Albatron International.
Bi Qingyun sat in his opulent office; his brows furrowed in concentration as he perused a meticulously compiled investigation report. Across the room, Song Jianwei lounged on a plush sofa, anxiously eyeing his boss.
"This is an investigation report," Bi Qingyun finally spoke, his voice carrying the weight of the information presented. "It seems there's an orchestrated smear campaign against King Long mobile phones circulating on the internet. Clearly, there's a hidden puppet master pulling the strings behind this."
Song Jianwei leaned forward, his interest piqued. "So, President Bi, what's your take on this matter?"
Bi Qingyun's gaze held a steely determination. "My sentiments precisely, Old Song. It's time for us to retaliate. We'll hold a press conference, and you will step forward to announce that three months from now, our Jinlong mobile phones will exclusively feature domestically-produced graphene-aluminum batteries."