ABT Chapter 0034 Smart!

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

The granddaughter of the current head of the Toyoda family was raging.

"Did you report Exhibit 13?" she asked fiercely, her eyes narrowed like a mother cat facing prey.

Muramasa Hiroya, sweating profusely on his forehead, stammered, "W-wait a minute, Chika-chan, do you think I did something wrong?"

"Why did you do this?"

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

He forced a smile; this woman in front of him was only 24 years old and already a black belt in karate. The Creator must be biased, how could they combine the best lineage, intelligence, strength, and appearance all in one woman?

"Chiyoko, I did it for your own good. Their work is excellent, and I found out yesterday that their concept of environmental protection is similar to yours. Isn't such an opponent a threat? You're from the Toyoda family, how can you lose to such people?"

Chika's short hair gently swayed as her body trembled. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped him, "Bastard! It's precisely because I'm from the Toyoda family that I have to work hard to overcome opponents, and I have to defeat them openly and honorably! What's this? Even if we win, it's only because of treachery, it's not glory at all!"

She let go of Muramasa and turned away, saying, "I'm going to explain to the referee, I won't let you make such a mistake."

Muramasa, kneeling on the ground, grabbed her pants leg, "Have you thought about it? Toyota holds more than 30% of the market share in the Chinese automotive market! If they develop, what a huge loss it would be for the automotive industry in Japan! Your grandfather has been using technology to restrain them for so many years, using capital to strike them, don't you know?"

Toyoda Chika clenched her fists and gently broke free, "I know, but that's also a legitimate strategy, isn't it?"

She walked away firmly, step by step.

Behind her, came Muramasa Hiroya's maniacal laughter, "The competition won't allow a work with plagiarism disputes to participate, no matter what, they've lost! You go defend yourself, they'll still think you're a petty person who takes advantage!" Muramasa Hiroya hammered the ground fiercely, muttering, "Chika, I gave up the competition to help you eliminate the competition, abandoned the team regardless! And you actually stand on the side of the Chinese..."

On the other side, at the exhibition booth of the Art Center College of Design (ACCD) in the United States.

A black girl said to John Wayne, "Hey, John. Have you heard? The Chinese team's work was reported for plagiarism. It seems we've lost a strong competitor."

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

"They said it was people from the Tokyo University Automotive Engineering Department."

John touched his clay model, a sleek black sports car quietly displayed there. The plaque bore a simple name - T1.

"If their work can't participate, it would be a pity, but it's also good, one less opponent."

"They are redesigning, but it looks like time is running out. Hasty work won't be appreciated by the audience. They're doomed to lose, John."

Lose? Li Fanyu didn't think so.

Because of the Xapp task, when he initially proposed the design direction, he intended to make a splash and win awards.

So he directly presented the BMW i8, which had won numerous international awards, wanting to win the prize with the i8's appearance and hybrid gimmicks, thus completing the task.

But from the perspective of the car itself, is the i8 a good product? Obviously not. The i8 is not a true supercar, even in its positioning after mass production, it is very awkward.

As a hybrid sedan, it is too expensive. People who buy the i8 generally treat it as a toy. And those who really want to buy a supercar to experience speed and the roar of the engine would definitely not choose it.

With an engine displacement of only 1.5 liters, the i8 even simulates the engine sound with electronic sounds. Not to mention, the ridiculous joke of spending 2 million to buy a three-cylinder car.

So just now, he decided to revive a model that he had passed on.

As he directed Xu Fufang to speed up the production of structural layout drawings, he helped Liu Qing draw exterior sketches.

Zhang Yu waited anxiously, he had opened all the software, just waiting for the two drawings to come out so he could immediately start shaping the 3D model.

Cheng Ke stood beside him, tapping his foot in anxiety.

Almost at the speed of a hundred-meter race, with all the power of the ancients, the sketches were finally completed. The two waiting men eagerly snatched them and began making the next parts.

This scene alternated between the two groups, and three hours later, the clay model was finally taken down from the five-axis milling machine.

"It's too late, it's too late! They've already started voting!" Cheng Ke looked at the other booths, where people had started voting one after another, and he was so anxious he was about to cry.

Li Fanyu squinted, pondered for a moment, and said, "Move the clay directly to the booth, we'll work on it right there!"

The three top students exclaimed, "What?"

Li Fanyu waved his hand, "On-site production! Haven't you seen a steamed bun shop selling freshly steamed buns? The ones just out of the steamer sell the best!"

So, the exhibition hall witnessed an extremely bizarre scene.

Five young people worked frantically on the clay model, painting and carving on it. Around them were a group of fair-haired foreigners eagerly awaiting the completion of the work.

Li Fanyu kept working without lifting his head, muttering about technical features and design concepts.

Equally busy, Cheng Ke translated loudly into English, shouting to a group of foreigners.

One by one, recommendation votes were cast into the box beside them...

Finally, just before the judges' inspection, the work was completed.

Several people were covered in oil stains, their faces resembling camouflage.

"Fan ge, give the work a name. Regardless of whether it wins a prize or not, it's the best work in my eyes!"

"Yeah, Fan ge, you should write your name on it."

"Agreed."

Li Fanyu smiled and thought for a moment, then picked up a carving knife and made several strokes on the bottom of the model.

——Smart

"Smart? Intelligent?" Cheng Ke asked, puzzled.

"You can interpret it that way too." 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 originally an artwork created through cooperation between the two companies.

But of course, Li Fanyu wouldn't explain it like that, so he let them interpret it for themselves.

The voting time had ended, and under the leadership of the chief judge, the boxes in front of the booths were carried away in order.

When they reached Li Fanyu, the bearded uncle patted his shoulder and murmured a string of words.

Cheng Ke smiled and translated, "As the chief judge, he has to fulfill his duty. But seeing our performance, he personally believes we're innocent. And he wishes us good luck in qualifying for the next round."

"Thank you!" Li Fanyu nodded and thanked him.

The preliminary round could be considered a watershed.

Out of more than eighty teams, only thirty were selected, and those left were outstanding works.

Reporters from various countries quickly got into gear; they took out notebooks, recording pens, and opened cameras, ready to document the selected works and their teams.

The organizers soon completed the vote count, and the host handed the list to the guests to announce.

"University of Mupayko, 247 votes, 1st place! Congratulations!"

"2nd place! ACCD, USA, 240 votes, Congratulations!"

...

The guest read slowly, leaving time for the qualifying teams to appear in front of the press.

The five of them waited anxiously below the stage, feeling that time was passing so slowly.

With each team's name announced, their hearts tightened a bit more. Because that meant their chances of passing were decreasing.

Liu Qing bit her finger, trembling, "Fan ge, it's the 28th one..."

Li Fanyu turned his head to look, and they were all trembling slightly. His eyes flashed, and he sincerely said, "Do our best and leave the rest to fate! We've already done our best, regardless, there are no regrets."

Before he could finish speaking the word 'regrets', he heard the announcer say, "The 29th, Tiancheng University of Technology. Received 59 votes!"

Cheng Ke hugged Li Fanyu's neck like a little monkey, climbed onto his back, and screamed excitedly, "Ah ah ah!!! 59 votes! We made it!"


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