Inside Building No. 2, the atmosphere buzzed with the orderly rhythm of machines in motion. The newly constructed production lines were already in operation, humming with precision.
Zhao Min stood still, gazing at the scene with quiet amazement.
Less than a month ago, this facility had been undergoing a full transformation. And now, the first production line for the miniature holographic projector was fully assembled and functioning.
Such efficiency was simply mind-blowing. For most companies, this kind of pace would be unimaginable.
The spare parts had already been stocked in advance. Now, with the line operational, the system was running trial tests on actual units.
A robot approached them and reported calmly, "Sir, the test results for the trial batch have been completed. All units meet the quality standards."
Zhao Min's lips curled into a smile. It was official—the core component of the holographic mobile phone was ready for mass production.
"What's the projected daily output for the miniature holographic projector?" she asked.
"The production line operates twenty hours per day," the robot answered fluidly. "There is a four-hour maintenance window beginning at 3 a.m. With sufficient raw materials, a single line can produce approximately 20,000 units daily."
Chen Mo chuckled. "It knows more than I do."
Zhao Min was stunned for a moment. Five production lines were active in Building No. 2. That meant a daily output of 100,000 units—a staggering number.
This was the power of automation.
Robots didn't sleep. They didn't need wages, breaks, or benefits. They just worked—twenty hours a day, flawlessly. Costs plummeted. Efficiency soared. Maintenance was the only concern.
If this model of intelligent robotic manufacturing were deployed on a larger scale, it could trigger a complete revolution in production industries.
But Zhao Min also understood the risk: such a leap wouldn't be welcomed everywhere.
Rolling out advanced robots across labor-intensive industries too quickly would spike unemployment, provoke resistance, and ignite social unrest. Governments around the world wouldn't sit idle if large segments of their population were put out of work overnight.
Thankfully, Chen Mo had no intention of releasing this technology to the general public anytime soon.
"Next, we can officially begin producing the holographic phones," Chen Mo said. "You'll need to prepare for the product launch."
"Understood," Zhao Min replied, already planning the next steps.
Chen Mo's pace was too fast. Sometimes it was faster than the company could even react. The holographic projectors had just entered the market and were still in high demand, not even close to saturation—and now, he was introducing a new mobile phone.
If he hadn't personally handled the transformation of the production lines, she doubted they'd be able to keep up at all. Chen Mo, in her view, was nothing short of a technological freak of nature.
She didn't need a crystal ball to know it—once the holographic phone hit the market, it would cause a global sensation.
Back in the Marching Ant headquarters, Zhao Min quickly summoned the senior executives responsible for the mobile phone division to prepare for the upcoming launch.
In the meeting room, nearly a dozen high-level figures were seated. At the head of the table sat Julie, one of Zhao Min's most trusted executives.
Julie had been part of the company since its inception. When Zhao Min decided to support Chen Mo fully, she brought along key personnel who had proven themselves, and Julie was one of the first to rise with her. Now, she was the Vice President in charge of mobile devices.
Zhao Min took her seat and got straight to the point.
"Everyone, this meeting is about the launch of our new phone," she announced.
The energy in the room shifted immediately.
They had all been briefed weeks ago to prepare for a new device, shortly after the release of the holographic projectors. They'd been working around the clock on marketing strategies, hardware procurement, and launch logistics.
Still, the details of the phone's capabilities had been kept under wraps—only a few select departments knew the whole picture.
Among those most eager today was Zheng Xingming, head of the mobile R&D department. He knew what was coming—and he couldn't wait to see the reactions of everyone else in the room.
His department had designed a new prototype the previous month—only for Chen Mo to quietly reject it. When Zhao Min showed him the model Chen Mo had personally created instead… he had been utterly floored.
That day, he fully understood the massive gap between himself and the boss.
It wasn't just a difference in skill. It was a generational divide. Chen Mo's vision was something entirely different.
To live in the same era as a genius could be inspiring. But it also came with a sense of helplessness—like trying to catch up to a comet when you're still riding a bicycle.
"The new phone was designed by Mr. Chen himself," Zhao Min said. "It's time you all met it in person."
She reached into her bag and placed the phone on the table.
All eyes immediately locked on it.
They'd seen leaked images and renders, but now the real thing was finally in front of them. Curiosity, excitement, and tension filled the air.
Chen Mo wasn't just the founder—he was the soul of the company. The man behind every technological miracle they had ever released. Gentle, approachable, often spotted in the company cafeteria eating among the staff, never refusing a selfie—but when it came to tech, his word was scripture.
The staff felt proud to work for the Marching Ant Company. Outside the office, it was a badge of honor.
Now they were about to see what kind of magic he'd conjured this time.
"This is the phone's key feature," Zhao Min said as she tapped the screen.
A soft hum filled the room.
Suddenly, the company's iconic ant logo lifted from the phone and floated in midair, slowly spinning in 3D.
Holographic projection.
The entire room went silent.
Even though they worked for the company that pioneered holographic projectors, none of them had ever seen it like this—a fully operational holographic phone.
Only a handful of executives already knew. The others were dumbfounded.
Jaws slackened. Eyes widened. Some instinctively leaned in, trying to believe what they were seeing.
This wasn't just evolutionary progress—it was a technological leap.
Had they not been in a meeting room, someone might've screamed.
Once the initial shock passed, Zhao Min continued, voice calm but firm: "As I mentioned in last month's briefing, we've been preparing for this launch. Now it's official. In ten days, on the 26th at 2 p.m., we will host a global product conference."
The room exploded into murmurs and whispered excitement.
They weren't just witnessing history.
They were about to make it.