A reporter from Elite Auto Tech raised his voice above the growing din of excitement in the room.

“You’re claiming -3dB cabin noise levels? That’s physically impossible! Even a vacuum chamber has a 0dB baseline!”

Oscar nodded, unfazed. “You’re right about the numbers, but we’re not measuring ambient noise.

We’re talking about noise cancellation efficacy,the difference between outside and inside. Our system doesn’t just block sound; it creates inverse waveforms in real-time.”

From the back, a skeptical voice chimed in. It was Luca Riven, Chief Acoustic Engineer at Vanther Automotives, pushing through the crowd with an air of authority.

“That’s nonsense! Active noise cancellation can’t account for every frequency at once,there’s always some leakage!”

Instead of getting defensive, Oscar calmly tapped his tablet again.

The doors of the Celeste opened wide as he gestured invitingly inside. “Why don’t you hear for yourself?” Riven hesitated but eventually stepped into the cabin.

The doors sealed shut behind him, and onlookers watched intently through the tinted windows as Riven spoke,but not a single word escaped the car’s confines.

Thirty seconds later, he emerged looking visibly shaken. “It… it feels like being inside a sensory deprivation chamber,” he stammered.

The crowd erupted into applause and murmurs of disbelief.

But then came Dr. Tim Rogers, Biomechanics Editor at TechHealth Review, cutting through the excitement with his skepticism:

“So you’re saying your seats can prevent deep vein thrombosis? That’s quite a medical claim! Where are your peer-reviewed studies?”

Oscar remained composed. “Published last month in the Panterra Journal of Automotive Medicine,under peer review for six months before that.”

Voss scrambled on his tablet to find the study, his eyebrows rising higher with each scroll. “Wait… you actually conducted double-blind trials?”

“We don’t make claims we can’t substantiate,” Oscar replied simply.

Then came the question everyone had been waiting for: “Mr. Osborn,” said Soren Hale, CEO of Magna Superior and one of Panterra’s oldest luxury automakers.

He rose slowly from his seat, ice-gray eyes piercing through to Oscar’s core.

“All this innovation,the reactive metal, silent cabin technology, medical-grade seats… what’s the real cost?”

A hush fell over the crowd; anticipation hung thick in the air.

Oscar met Hale’s gaze without flinching: “15 million Unicreds base.”

Hale didn’t blink; instead he gestured toward other industry executives seated nearby. “Not just price,the cost,” he clarified ominously.

“You’re not merely selling a car; you’re making every other luxury brand obsolete overnight! That doesn’t just disrupt the market,it destroys it!”

For the first time, Oscar’s smile faded. “Progress isn’t about preserving the old, Soren. It’s about building the new.”

The silence that followed was heavier than any engine block in the room.

Then, from the back of the hall, a single pair of hands began clapping.

Then another.

Then the entire exhibition hall erupted into applause.

As the applause faded into an electrifying silence, a barrage of questions erupted like fireworks.

“15 million Unicreds for the Celeste? That’s outrageous!” exclaimed a red-faced journalist from AutoFinance Today, his tablet aglow with competitor price comparisons.

Oscar Osborn remained unfazed. With a swift tap on his wrist display, the massive holographic screen behind him transformed into a detailed breakdown of raw material costs,a bold move that made even rival executives in the front row shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Let’s talk numbers,” Oscar declared, his voice slicing through the murmurs like a hot knife through butter.

The Hyperion GT20: 10 Million Unicreds**

The hologram zoomed in on the supercar’s chassis, a dazzling lattice of graphene-reinforced titanium.

“The monocoque alone costs 500,000 to produce,” Oscar explained.

“Not because we’re overcharging, but because the molecular bonding process takes seventeen days in a zero-oxygen forge.”

A ripple of astonishment coursed through the crowd.

“And those plasma-coated engine blocks? ₢285,000 per unit! The active magnetic suspension? ₢450,000 per car.”

He let those figures hang in the air like an unresolved chord. “This isn’t markup; this is what it costs to reinvent the wheel.”

A reporter from Luxury Auto Insiders scoffed dismissively. “That still doesn’t justify nearly a million credits!”

Oscar tilted his head slightly and asked, “How much is your life worth?”

Silence enveloped the room.

“The Hyperion isn’t just about speed; it’s built to withstand crashes that would reduce other supercars to scrap metal. So yes, it’s expensive, because you’re not just buying a car; you’re investing in your safety.”

He paused for effect. “You’re paying for immortality.”

The Aegis: 10 Million Unicreds

The display shifted to showcase the SUV’s armored skeleton. “The nano-composite armor? 3 Million Unicreds per body shell,”

Oscar continued confidently. “And that predictive AI system? Another 2 Million Unicreds in quantum processors and sensor arrays.”

A burly engineer from TerraSUV Magazine crossed his arms defiantly. “No family needs a million-credit grocery-getter.”

With a razor-thin smile, Oscar shot back, “Tell that to the 4,200 people who died in SUV rollovers last year.” The hologram flashed up sobering accident statistics.

“The Aegis doesn’t allow rollovers; its stability system predicts crashes before they happen. So I ask you, what’s the price of your children walking away from an accident?”

The engineer sat down, visibly chastened.

The Celeste 15 Million Unicreds.

Imagine a car that not only turns heads but also heals itself! That’s right, the hologram just revealed the sedan’s incredible self-healing nano-lacquer.

“This paint? A staggering 75,000 Unicreds per liter,” Oscar declared, his voice steady with conviction. “And let’s not forget the silent-cabin sonic vacuum tech, a million in R&D for each vehicle!”

Suddenly, a silver-haired analyst from Elite Wealth Motors raised a shaky hand, confusion etched on his face. “But… but a Magna Superior limousine costs half that!”

Oscar didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in closer and shot back, “Are you comparing apples to oranges? Does that limousine clean its own exterior? Does it massage your spine to prevent blood clots? Can it steer itself out of a collision?”

He paused for effect. “You’re not just comparing cars; you’re pitting a horse-drawn carriage against a spaceship!”

For the first time, Oscar stepped off the stage and walked slowly through the crowd.

His tone softened as he addressed them directly, “I know what you’re thinking: ‘These prices are meant for billionaires.’ And you know what? You’re absolutely right… for now.”

He stopped beside a young reporter clutching an auto blog focused on budget-friendly options.

With another flick of his wrist, the hologram transformed once more to reveal an ambitious production roadmap.

“Year One: 500,000 units total, hand-built for the elite 0.1%.”

The display scrolled down further. “Year Three: 2 million units produced in automated factories, prices drop by 40%!” Another scroll appeared:

“Year Five: 5 million units available with affordable leases, the technology trickles down.”

He turned back to the captivated audience and delivered his final message with passion: “Luxury today becomes standard tomorrow, that’s how progress works!”

And then came the mic drop moment that left everyone buzzing:

“Or you can keep buying last century’s relics at bargain prices. The choice is yours.”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep