Chapter 89: It Sounds Like It Might Be Really Impressive

The aftershocks of the MoDu conference swept across the globe like a tsunami.

Qin Feng's speech video and transcript were wildly reposted and analyzed by major media outlets; related topics dominated the trending charts, overshadowing even visits by certain international leaders. "Tech Empire," "Future Transformation," and "Qin Feng" became buzzwords debated on streets, online platforms, and everywhere in between.

In a high-end café near the headquarters building of Qin Feng Pharmaceuticals, two young, fashionably dressed white-collar professionals sat quietly, scrolling through news on their phones while whispering to each other. On their table lay the latest finance magazine, its cover featuring a candid side profile of Qin Feng delivering his speech—his gaze deep, his aura powerful.

"Wow, look at this analysis article—it says Qin Feng's gene enhancement and controlled fusion could completely reshape human society within the next twenty years!" The girl pointed at her phone screen, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sounds so cool!"

The boy across from her sipped his coffee, smirked, and replied with a hint of bitter skepticism: "Pfft, anyone can brag. 'Tech Empire'? Like he's already built it. He's just rich—throwing money around to create hype, grabbing attention."

"You can't say that," the girl countered. "Qin Feng Pharmaceuticals' success is real—their new drugs truly have astonishing effects. And you know about Yaofeng Capital's acquisition of the Xuan Family—it's not something money alone can accomplish."

"So what?" The boy shrugged, still unconvinced. "Running a biopharma company and playing capital games are one thing. Mastering basic science and energy is another. Do you know how much investment controlled nuclear fusion requires? How low the success rate is? Countless nations with national resources haven't cracked it—how can a private company possibly succeed? I bet it's just empty promises to fool investors."

He paused, lowered his voice, and added with a conspiratorial tone: "Besides, look how young he is, and how insanely fast he rose—there's got to be some shadowy force behind him. How many self-made geniuses are there really?"

The girl frowned, sensing her companion's words were overly extreme, yet as she gazed at Qin Feng's handsome, confident face on the screen and then at the magazine cover emblazoned with the words "Tech Empire," she too felt uncertain.

Finally, she blinked, murmuring in a tone blending curiosity, awe, and doubt:

"Still… it sounds like it might be really impressive."

Similar conversations were happening in countless corners.

Online, discussions about Qin Feng split sharply into two opposing camps.

Supporters—especially the young and tech enthusiasts—worshipped him as an idol, calling him "The Man Who Opens the Future," feverishly collecting every scrap of information about him, convinced he would lead humanity into a new era.

"Qin Feng forever! This is the real role model!" "Tech Empire! Just thinking about it gets me excited! Waiting for Gene Optimization Fluid to launch!" "Those jealous people just can't admit someone else is better!" "I've already invested in Yaofeng Capital's tech fund—following the Wind God!"

Meanwhile, skeptics and naysayers raised objections from every angle—technical feasibility, capital consumption, Qin Feng's background and motives—analyzing with "logical" precision.

"Just attention-seeking—waiting for the bubble to burst." "Another Jia Yueting? PPT cars turned into PPT empires?" "Too flashy—watch out, the tall tree gets blown down by the wind." "I bet within five years, his 'empire' will be exposed for what it is!"

Beyond these two extremes lay the majority—ordinary people like the girl in the café. They might not understand the advanced tech or capital maneuvers, but they could intuitively feel the impact of the name "Qin Feng," and the allure and shock of the future he painted.

"It sounds like it might be really impressive."—This phrase perfectly captured the most common reaction of the masses in the age of information overload, when confronted by a behemoth beyond their comprehension.

This reaction itself signaled the penetration of influence.

In the top-floor office of Qin Feng Pharmaceuticals.

Qin Feng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing down at the bustling city below. His Assistant had just reported the myriad voices online and in public discourse—support and skepticism like fire and ice.

"Boss Qin, should our PR team steer public opinion? There's still a lot of criticism." The Assistant asked.

Qin Feng slowly turned, his face showing no irritation—only a calm, all-knowing serenity.

"No need," he waved dismissively. "Discussion and attention are good. Skepticism and pessimism are always the whimpers of the weak and the excuses of the defeated."

His gaze sharpened, as if piercing through empty space—to the Future Technology Research Institute, where workers labored day and night on the city's outskirts; to Su Jin, burning the midnight oil in the lab, cracking the genetic code; to Lei Zhan, honing the future's blade on the training ground…

"They can say 'it sounds like it might be really impressive,' they can doubt, they can sneer," Qin Feng's voice was calm, yet brimming with unmatched confidence. "But soon, they'll realize the words 'really impressive' still fall short of describing everything we will unveil."

"What we must do is not defend ourselves—but crush every doubt with facts!"

"Let the bullets fly for now."

The Assistant felt the immense confidence and power in Qin Feng's words; his lingering concern vanished instantly. He responded solemnly: "Yes, Boss Qin!"

Qin Feng turned his gaze back to the window.

The murmurs of the masses—whether adoration or skepticism—were merely background noise on the path to his empire's rise.

He knew clearly: when Su Jin's Gene Optimization Fluid achieved breakthrough, when Shield Security revealed its extraordinary combat power, when the first glimmer of fusion energy truly appeared…

All those who now said "it sounds like it might be really impressive" would then look up, and admit from the depths of their hearts:

Not "sounds like."

It is truly, really impressive.

Impressive enough to surpass their imagination.

And that day will not be far off.