Automotive Black Technology Chapter 34: ：Smart! (Third update)

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Toyoda Chinatsu pushed Muramasa Koya against the wall, and there was a muffled sound in the corridor.

The granddaughter of the current head of the Toyota family has gone berserk.

"Is it you who was reported at booth 13?" She narrowed her eyes and asked fiercely, like a female cat facing its prey.

Muramasa Koya had beads of sweat on his forehead: "Wait, wait a minute. Chinatsu-chan, do you think there is anything wrong with what I did?"

"Why do you do this?"

Muramasa Koya's body seemed to be stuck to the wall, unable to move.

He smiled bitterly. The woman in front of him was only 24 years old and already had a black belt in karate. The Creator must be biased, otherwise how could he combine the best life experience, wisdom, strength and appearance into one woman.

"Chiyo-chan, I am doing this for your own good. Their works are excellent, and I inquired about them yesterday. The concept of environmental protection is also similar to your works. Isn't such an opponent a threat? You are Toyota How can I lose to someone like that?"

Chinatsu's short hair swayed slightly as her body trembled. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped him: "Asshole! Just because you belong to the Toyota family, you have to work very hard to defeat your opponent, so You have to defeat them openly! What is this? Even if you win, you win because of your despicableness. That is not an honor at all!"

She put down Muramasa, turned around and said, "I'm going to the referee to make it clear that I won't let you make such a mistake."

Muramasa lay on the ground and grabbed her trousers: "Have you ever thought about it, Toyota occupies 30% of China's automobile market share! If they develop, Yamato's automobile industry will suffer huge losses! Your grandfather I have been using technology to contain them and capital to fight them for so many years, don’t you know?”

Toyoda Chinatsu clenched her fists and gently broke away, "I know, but that's an upright strategy, isn't it?"

She left step by step and firmly.

Behind me, Muramasa Koya's wild laughter came from behind: "The competition will not allow a work with plagiarism disputes to participate. No matter what, they will lose! If you go to defend yourself, they will also think that you are a good guy who got an advantage. The villain! ”

Muramasa Koya hammered the ground hard and whispered: "Chinatsu, I gave up the game and abandoned the team to help you eliminate your opponents! You actually sided with the Chinese..."

On the other side is the booth of the American College of Art, ACCD.

A black girl said to John Wayne: "Hey, John. Did you hear that the Chinese team's work was reported for plagiarism? We seem to have lost a powerful competitor."

John frowned and said, "Really? Which team reported it?"

"They said they were from the Department of Automotive Engineering, University of Tokyo."

John stroked his clay model, and a very streamlined black sports car was quietly displayed there. The nameplate bears the simple name - T1.

"It would be a pity if their works cannot participate, but it's okay, they have one less opponent."

"They are redesigning, but it seems they are running out of time. Sloppy work will not be recognized by the audience. They are losing, John."

Did you lose? Li Fanyu thinks not yet.

Because of the Xapp task, when he originally proposed the design direction, he wanted to make a splash and win the award.

So I directly showed off the BMW i8, which has repeatedly won international awards, hoping to win awards with the I8's appearance and hybrid gimmicks, thus completing the mission.

But from the perspective of the car itself, is the I8 a good work? Obviously not. The I8 is not a supercar in the true sense, and even its positioning after mass production is very embarrassing.

As a gasoline-electric hybrid car, it is too expensive. People who buy i8 generally treat it as a toy. And people who really want to buy a supercar, feel the speed and feel the roar of the engine, will never choose it.

The i8 has an engine displacement of only 1.5T, and even the engine sound is simulated electronically. Not to mention, the ridiculous joke of spending 2 million to buy a three-cylinder car.

So just now, he decided to bring back to the world a car model that he passed.

While instructing Xu Fufang to speed up the production of structural layout drawings, he helped Liu Qing draw sketches of the appearance.

Zhang Yu was waiting anxiously. He had already opened all the software, and as soon as the two drawings came out, he immediately started shaping the three-dimensional model.

Cheng Ke stood with him holding the clay, stamping his feet anxiously.

At almost the speed of a 100-meter race, and with all his strength, the sketch was completed. The two people who were waiting hurriedly grabbed it and started making the next part.

Such scenes were constantly switching between the two groups of people. Three hours later, the clay model was finally removed from the five-axis cutting and milling machine.

"It's too late, it's too late! They have already started voting!" Cheng Ke looked at other booths and saw people starting to vote one after another, and he was about to cry again.

Li Fanyu squinted his eyes and thought for a moment: "Move the sludge directly to the booth, and we will do it directly on the booth!"

Three top students: "What?"

Li Fanyu waved his hand: "Made on site! Haven't you seen steamed buns in a steamed bun shop? New ones sell better!"

As a result, an extremely bizarre scene appeared in the exhibition hall.

Five young people spray-painted and sculpted on the clay model in a hurry. There were a group of blond foreigners around, waiting with relish for the work to be completed.

Li Fanyu kept working in his hands, talking about technical features and design concepts without raising his head.

Cheng Ke, who was also busy, translated loudly into English and introduced it to a group of foreigners as if shouting.

One after another, recommendation votes were put into the box next to them...

Finally, just before the judging panel accepted it, the work was completed.

A few people were already covered in oil stains, and their faces looked like they were wearing mud-colored camouflage.

"Brother Fan, give your work a name. Regardless of whether she wins the award or not, in my opinion it is the best work!"

"Yes, Brother Fan, you have to write this name."

"Agree."

Li Fan thought about it with a silly smile, picked up the carving knife, and scratched a few strokes on the base of the model.

——Smart

"Smart? Intelligent?" Cheng Ke asked in confusion.

"You can understand it this way." Li Fanyu shrugged.

Smart was originally designed by the Swedish watch giant Swatch, so S stands for Swatch, M stands for Mercedes, and Art stands for art. It was intended to be a work of art resulting from a collaboration between the two companies.

But of course Li Fanyu would not explain it this way, so he had to let them understand it themselves.

The voting time has ended. Under the leadership of the chief referee, the boxes in front of the booth were carried away in order.

When he walked in front of Li Fanyu, the bearded uncle patted him on the shoulder and muttered a series of words.

Cheng Ke smiled and translated: "He said that as the referee, he had to fulfill his duties. But after seeing our performance, he personally felt that we were innocent. He also wished us good luck and entered the next schedule. qualifications.”

"ThankU!" After hearing this, Li Fanyu nodded to him and thanked him.

The preliminaries can be said to be a watershed moment.

More than eighty teams, thirty were selected, and the rest were all outstanding works.

Journalists from various countries quickly got into gear; they took out their notebook recorders and turned on their cameras, preparing to record the shortlisted works and the teams behind them.

The contestants completed the vote check in a short time, and the host handed the list to the guests and began to read out.

"University of Mupayko, 247votes, 1th! Congratulations!"

"2th! ACCD.USA, 240votes, Congratulations!"

. . . . . .

The guests read the words very slowly, leaving time for the shortlisted teams to appear in front of reporters.

The five people were waiting in anticipation in the audience, feeling that time passed so long.

Every time they read the name of a shortlisted team, their hearts tightened. Because that means that your chances of passing the test are decreasing.

Liu Qing bit her finger and trembled: "Brother Fan, this is the 28th one..."

Li Fanyu turned around and saw that everyone was trembling slightly. His eyes flashed and he said from the bottom of his heart: "Do your best and obey fate! We have worked hard, no matter what, we have no regrets."

Unfortunately, I haven't finished saying the word, I just heard the announcement on the stage: "The 29th, Tiancheng University of Technology. Received59votes!"

Like a little monkey, Cheng Ke hugged Li Fanyu's neck and climbed on top of him, screaming excitedly: "Ahhhh!!! 59 votes! We are shortlisted!"

(Foreigners have already voted for recommendations, why don’t you vote for me too? I don’t mind giving rewards if you don’t have recommendation votes!)