Some attacked directly: "Stop showing off! The incident with the Tralus earlier was due to its inherent poor quality, a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. Do you really think your shoddy software can match Western top-tier industrial software?"
Others cited historical data: "Friendly reminder: The predecessor of Poyin 848, Poyin 747, was already capable of withstanding a level nine storm and navigating normally. Poyin 848 surpasses its predecessor, so it's impossible for it to not withstand a mere level eight storm."
And some were defiant: "You say Poyin 848 is going to have problems? Heh, I'm going to take a ride on it today. I want to see if God dares to claim me!"
Seeing those who rushed to their deaths, Jing Mingqiu's face showed a hint of helplessness.
Good advice is wasted on deaf ears; let them be.
After all, those who truly believed in him had already changed their tickets without hesitation, or even canceled them altogether, after the statement was issued, choosing not to fly.
While the online trolls were active, the Western industrial groups were not idle either.
A large group of professional engineers inspected the twelve Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft, which were about to take off, inside and out, top to bottom, ensuring every screw was tightened to its proper depth.
To avoid another incident like Tralus, they even found numerous excuses to ground nine of the aircraft that had more issues, only allowing the three in the best condition to set sail against the storm.
Of course, live broadcasting was essential.
As long as these three aircraft landed safely, it would prove that China's industrial design software had major problems, thereby completely crushing China's ambition to gain a foothold in industrial software and obtain the right to set industrial standards.
After all, below the rules, no matter how hard you try, the greatest beneficiaries always fall to the rule-makers!
"Hello, everyone," a blonde beauty, with fair skin, beautiful legs, and a great figure, just like before, smiled sweetly at the camera. "I am Waters Rose, a reporter from Pengpai News Agency. I am currently on a Boeing 848 passenger aircraft flying to New York, broadcasting live using an internal signal."
"According to the weather forecast, the wind outside has reached level six and will soon break through to level seven, or even level eight. According to the prediction of China's industrial software, the Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft beneath me will disintegrate in the storm."
"Now, the plane has taken off. Let's interview some other passengers and ask them about their feelings."
With that, Waters Rose extended the microphone to a man she had prepared in advance: "Sir, how are you feeling now? Do you feel the plane is shaking abnormally?"
"I feel great!" The middle-aged man, who was a plant, stared intently at the camera, his face filled with fanaticism, reciting the pre-prepared lines. "The Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft is truly amazing! It flies exceptionally smoothly. If it weren't for the aircraft's announcement, I would have thought we were still on the ground."
Then, he deliberately asked, "Oh? Miss reporter, aren't we really not taking off yet!"
"Hahahaha," Waters Rose chuckled, covering her mouth. "Sir, you are so humorous. We took off long ago. If you don't believe me, pull back the curtain and look outside, you'll see the dark clouds quickly passing by."
The middle-aged man, acting as a plant, cooperatively pulled back the curtain. The cameraman immediately shifted the focus, displaying the high altitude under the fierce storm to the live broadcast room, preventing China from playing dirty by claiming the plane didn't take off.
"The wind is getting stronger," Waters Rose said, pointing at the constantly torn dark clouds outside, her words filled with laughter. "I estimate it has exceeded level eight. But I feel great now, the plane is running smoothly, without even an extra jolt."
"If I remember correctly, there's someone from China named Jing Mingqiu who predicted, using China's independently researched industrial software, that the Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft would be torn apart in an eight-level gale. But here we are, alive and well, and the plane's speed is still increasing!"
As soon as Waters Rose finished speaking, the bullet comments in the live broadcast room immediately erupted.
"I've said it before, the Tralus incident last time was purely a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. China is the most ignorant and backward place in the world; how could they possibly produce industrial software that surpasses the West."
"China is a despicable plagiarist. They deliberately released a gimmick, not hesitating to cause global panic, just to divert attention and escape compensation for using our industrial software."
"China must apologize to the whole world and compensate for all economic losses!"
"Apologize! Apologize!"
Seeing the uniform bullet comments demanding an apology, Western leaders breathed a collective sigh of relief. They were truly afraid of losing the power to dictate industrial rules, which was the key for Western countries to maintain their economies and high welfare after deindustrialization.
Just then, the live broadcast image suddenly flickered, followed by a burst of yelling on the plane.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Can the pilot even fly?"
"Damn it! My clothes are dirty, and these are custom-made by hand from Italy. Boeing company, you must pay ten times the compensation!"
"My apologies, my apologies!" The flight attendant rushed over, bowing and apologizing. "The plane just encountered a strong air current, and it has already passed. Our company will compensate double for the losses caused by this incident."
Before she could finish speaking, the plane vibrated violently again, the amplitude increasing. Not only could people not stand, but they couldn't even sit still.
Several passengers who were not wearing seatbelts, along with the flight attendants, bounced around the cabin like rubber balls.
Immediately after, a hoarse sound of tearing metal was heard. To everyone's terrified gaze, the two wings of the Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft were forcibly ripped from the fuselage.
It was only then that they remembered China's prediction. It was too late to regret it.
"Riiiip!"
The cabin of the Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft, unable to withstand the level eight storm, cracked in the middle and broke into two pieces. The strong wind surged in, sweeping people and seats out together. The camera, before being completely damaged, faithfully recorded the final scene.
With both wings broken, the Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft, with only its cylindrical fuselage remaining, plunged straight towards the ground. A large number of passengers were thrown out from the cracks, screaming and turning into scattered black dots.
This scene was exactly the same as the one predicted by Jing Mingqiu using the software.
"What the hell? How did it suddenly disintegrate! Save them, hurry and save them!"
"Save what? Falling from thousands of meters high without a parachute, it's good if they can find the bodies. Fortunately, I listened to Professor Jing and didn't take this flight! Otherwise, my life would have been over too."
"I just learned from other live broadcasts that the other two Boeing 848 large passenger aircraft that took off with this plane also had problems."
"This is exactly as China predicted, the Boeing 848 disintegrates directly when encountering a level seven or higher storm. I didn't expect the accuracy of China's industrial software to be even higher than ours!"
Seeing things developing in the worst possible direction, the President of the United States, Joseph Biden, immediately contacted the leader of the online trolls, telling him to activate the backup plan...