In the previous episode of "Xiaoyu's Game", humans established the "Artificial Intelligence Management Committee" after the disaster and began a desperate war against the Night Demons.
This shows that their envisioned method of “using AI to deal with AI” is feasible.
At least after Jue Juezi unlocked the seal, he did not receive the box lunch on the spot, and his miserable life was extended for another period, which is really gratifying.
Well... although it doesn't cure the root cause, it should at least temporarily treat the symptoms...
He touched his chin.
As a result, one day in the future, there will inevitably be a break between him and the AI he created, and then the problem arises.
As the "spokesperson" for humanity.
How can I make full use of my status as an "old father" to use the gentlest tone and the most tactful yet most deterrent threat to the newly awakened Jue Juezi?
Um……
[Child? Do you have any objection if I give birth to a second child? 】
No, no, the amount of information is large enough, but it seems a bit lacking in momentum and not strong enough?
[If a son does not know how to establish virtuous people and does not establish elders, how can he not fear that his father will destroy his elders and establish young ones?]
Hmm... It seems a bit too strong. What if the naughty child is angered and just flips the table?
Who knows if Jue Juezi gets angry when he wakes up?
Shaking his head to get rid of the wild thoughts in his mind, he looked up at a corner of the bookshelf...
I don’t know if I can give a suitable line in it?
Speaking of which, his biggest enemies are the Night Demons after all, but the ending of "Xiaoyu's Game" is very hasty, and the narration of the future seems to be suddenly interrupted.
【War is coming.
But the truth is never written in books...]
This sentence always gave him a feeling that he couldn't stop talking.
Is the war too tragic to bear to be described, or is the space limited so I will leave it to be analyzed next time?
Could it be that even if all human beings were locked up in a small dark room and abandoned this heavy burden of war, the powerful alliance between Jue Juezi and himself... still could not defeat the Night Demons?
The outcome of the war between the two sides, and the final fate of mankind...
And can the trophies obtained in the battle at the orphanage bring them any useful information?
When the opponent's stronghold is suddenly destroyed, how will the Night Demons react and retaliate?
Life is a process of constantly searching for answers.
Meng Lang was lucky, the answers he wanted... were all in the book...
Pull out the autobiography in the corner of the bookshelf.
On the gray book cover dotted with a large amount of red ink, four large characters were written in a slightly thick black Wei stele style——
"No Survivors"!
Meng Lang felt his heart tremble suddenly.
Hey! This is definitely not the "answer" he wants!
After all, he was still the "last of the Mohicans" last time. This time, there are simply no people to pay homage to him after his death, right?
Did you say that the harder you work, the luckier you will be?
Calm! Calm! The title of the book cannot explain everything. Maybe there will be a big twist later?
According to the usual practice, it would not be the style of brothers to let him easily guess the ending using the title of the book. It should be like this... right?
Taking a deep breath, I opened the first page of the book with a heavy heart...
[Yes, life is a process of finding answers.
But more important than the answers are the questions.
If the answer is wrong, it can be corrected.
If the question is wrong, then any answer will be just one detour after another...
"How can we defeat the Night Demons and save all mankind?"
I have been pursuing the answer to this question all my life, and my friends and I have fought an arduous and brutal struggle for this!
Study the weaknesses of the Protoss, explore the possibility of a comeback, and use all available resources.
Fight against viruses, fight against giant beasts, fight against Jue Juezi, fight against humans...
Although due to the obstruction of a certain big country, we still failed to prevent the arrival of Pluto.
However, relying on our prophetic advantages, we gradually established the extremely large wartime industrial complex "Wanwu Holdings", created the second world of mankind "Collapse Heart", and created a world that can activate the love of the same Juezi at any time.
Killed "Cassia"...
I don’t know when, the earth’s orbit has been filled with our floating rail guns.
There are many turrets in the security circle of Huanwu City, third-generation robot guardians are scattered all over the mountains and fields, and unmanned seventh-generation fighter planes cover the sky and the sun.
The allied force that combines humans and machines is enough to keep any axis of evil on Earth at bay!
The war is coming as expected.
Betting on the future of children, sacrificing countless comrades, and stepping on the wreckage of a hostile country...
With the home field advantage, we even once severely damaged the "nest" and saw the dawn of human victory...
However, it was not until the end that I realized that I was wrong, we were all wrong!
Yes, we got the real enemy wrong from the beginning.
Just like the acquaintance I met during the morning exercise the next day, I was going in the wrong direction. No matter how hard I tried, I just failed with all kinds of weird postures...
July 8, 2063.
On this day, a rift in the Mariana Trench tore through the Himalayas.
Mushroom clouds from the Yellowstone National Park volcano stretch across the sky.
The scars of the planet are like abysses.
Meteors and fire showers all over the sky, blocking out the sun...
I didn't understand until that moment.
Some things cannot be changed by hard work.
We can only do what feels right, and then accept that it backfires...]
…
The next day, the wind was gentle and the sky was clear and clear.
"...your footsteps wander to the end of the world
My longing will follow you far away
Whose tears condensed into frost in the moonlight
It’s you who makes me miss you and want to break my heart…”
A red-clothed "Rampaging Troupe" composed of old men and women passed by in an orderly manner. The loudspeaker in the leader's pocket played the deafening "Wandering to the End of the World".
Meng Lang, who had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, had dull eyes and swung his arms mechanically along the familiar streets. His whole body exuded an aura of "decadence".
Just like the weird phenomenon popular in society.
On one side are the energetic old people, on the other side are the lifeless young people...
The slightly noisy and peaceful daily life, in Meng Lang's eyes at this moment, was like a dreamy bubble, like a bubble that would burst at the touch of a touch.
For these ordinary people, the inability to predict the future may be a good thing.
At that moment, he just wanted to escape desperately, escape from the study room filled with all kinds of "tragedies", and escape to a distant place that no one knew.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but his heart was full of gloom...
Why should we think about struggle all the time?
Aren’t people who completely accept their fate and make peace with themselves happy?
Do you want to give up? But he is unwilling to do so.
You have obviously worked hard until now, and the bodies of the brothers who died can be said to be "positive" several times...
Can you continue to fight?
Please, the earth is cracked and there is no air in the universe. Who do you want him to fight with in a battle of wits and courage?
If "no one survives", what's the point of trying hard?
It’s no wonder that the brothers in the previous episode didn’t even want to write. Such a “truth” is too disappointing...
Lying flat or struggling, both lives are very happy.
Only those who waver between these two choices are the saddest and most painful, right?
Just when the negative emotions were overwhelming, a cry of selling suddenly came from my ears.
"Cheap rice rolls, we sell rice rolls. Authentic Cantonese rice rolls, delicious and cheap!"
"Huh?" Hearing that the voice sounded familiar, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the food stall nearby.
At this glance, he was immediately stunned.
Indeed, as mentioned in the book, I met an "acquaintance" here today.
In a common mobile cart, Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times before, was hawking while holding a shovel and sweating profusely on the iron plate.
The rice milk is poured into the steaming plate in a thin layer, and a thin paper-like rice roll skin is steamed out in a burst of smoke.
Brush a layer of sauce on it, then pour in various auxiliary ingredients, and fold the rice rolls skillfully...
In the past, he was a successful entrepreneur who never left his Hermès bag, but now he wears an apron and hangs out among the vendors, shouting hard.
What's going on?
Even though his mentality was a little shattered by the future of this episode, Meng Lang couldn't help but be stunned in his heart.
The owner of BMW Xiangche changed his career to a Cantonese rice roll vendor?
Isn’t your crossover a bit abrupt?
Wang Xianfu on the other side soon discovered the dazed young man in front of the stall.
The moment he saw Meng Lang, a trace of uneasiness and panic flashed across his face.
He was a little embarrassed when his acquaintances saw his desolate appearance, most importantly the parents of his son's classmates.
"Brother Wang, what are you..." Meng Lang looked strange.
"Ahem! It turns out it's Brother Meng who's out for morning exercises so early. Come on, if you don't mind, sit down and have breakfast. I'll treat you."
Wang Xianfu looked embarrassed, but he quickly cleared the small table next to him, and his chubby face was quickly filled with a smile again.
It's just that the curve of the corner of his mouth is somewhat bitter.
"Uh... ok, no need to treat me. Give me some shrimp rice rolls and a cup of soy milk."
"Okay! Come right away!"
Meng Lang, who hadn't had breakfast yet, sat down and looked at the busy Wang Xianfu with a strange look on his face.
The reason why I continued my morning run in a bad mood today was simply because I was curious about who the "acquaintance" specifically mentioned in the book was.
From what I heard, the other party seemed to be a failed professional accountant as well.
When I came here today to take a look, this failed posture is indeed a bit strange...
Hmm! Either way, people are a kind of comparison animal. Seeing the other person's life not doing well, Meng Lang's mood improved for some reason.
Within two minutes, a portion of rice rolls, which were crystal clear, shiny and very appetizing, was delivered.
In addition to soy milk, it also comes with a small plate of crispy radish.
"Brother Wang, look at your actions, don't you look like a novice?" Meng Lang asked curiously.
There were no customers at the stall, so Wang Xianfu wiped his hands on his apron.
"Haha! I'm not from a rich family. I did all kinds of dirty and tiring jobs when I went to the south.
I worked in a factory to tighten screws and set up a stall on the street. This skill was developed at that time.
Fortunately, I'm not rusty, and I can still eat some food today."
A look of self-deprecation appeared on Wang Xianfu's face.
"Oh! I'm not afraid of my brother's jokes. I've had some problems in my business recently, and my life... is a bit tight. No, I can only go back to my old job temporarily...
If you want to blame me, just blame me for my bad luck..."
Listening to the other party's story, Meng Lang finally learned about the other party's recent experiences.
It is not unusual to say it, just like the familiar experience of many small contractors.
The real estate developer owes the construction unit, the construction unit owes the outsourcing team, the big contractor owes the small contractor, and the small contractor owes the migrant workers...
The real estate owner owed money and became a deadbeat, but the bank treated him with respect. After all, it was not clean.
The background of the construction unit is too strong, and the big contractors dare not speak out.
Therefore, the worst thing is that they, the small contractors, cannot get money from their superiors, but a group of migrant workers below have to collect debts in the middle of the night.
Selling houses and cars couldn't fill the hole, so I had no choice but to go out to "perform".
Speaking of which, Wang Xianfu can be regarded as a typical self-made worker. He went out to work at a young age. After saving some capital, he opened a small company and worked as a contractor.
With my hard work and the contacts accumulated over the years, I caught up with the real estate trend.
With the same name as the other party, he became one of the lucky ones who got rich first.
It's just that the sky has unforeseen circumstances, and people have misfortunes and blessings.
Wang Xianfu, who originally planned to replace his Audi with scissor doors in the second half of the year, did not expect to replace it with a small three-wheeler...
Sure enough, if you want to make a class jump, you must first avoid the middle class returning to poverty...
"Alas! Obviously the housing prices in the market are still very strong, so why can't such a big company get out the money..."
Hearing such sighs, Meng Lang felt a little emotional for a moment.
The market reaction is always slower than capital.
I haven’t seen the Hong Kong man who was the most aggressive in real estate speculation in the past two years. Isn’t even the Xu Group, which is at its peak, trying to transform?
In the game of beating the drum and passing flowers, the person who runs last will definitely suffer the worst.
Now it's just a small-scale capital chain problem. In two years, when the lid can no longer be closed and even ordinary people can feel the chill, that's when the dominoes will really spread...
Hmm... Speaking of which, it seems that he was one of the unlucky people who bought a house in 2018.
And it's even worse. I didn't buy the right spot, so I jumped in and lost my life...
From this point of view, it seems that he is really not qualified to say that people get rich first and realize later.
"Brother Wang, there's no need to be too pessimistic. Since you've been able to come this far step by step, you can naturally make a comeback. Who hasn't had a low point in their life?" Meng Lang could only comfort him like this.
"Ha! My family knows their own affairs, and I'm about to run away. How many opportunities can this era leave for people like me?
But brother, I don’t think too much about it, it’s just enough for our family to live a small life.
Even though my business is small, it’s not much less than what I earned before if I work hard.
Next, I plan to pay back as much as possible what I owe, and then borrow some capital from my father-in-law, and then open a small restaurant in Wu City.
There are many opportunities inland, and I still have some connections there, which should come in handy..."
However, he didn't notice that Meng Lang looked at him with even more sympathy...
No wonder even your own brothers can't bear to look at you, your life path is always to hit the muzzle of a gun!
Wang Xianfu sighed, his eyes turning a little red as he spoke.
"Oh! I don't care about anything else. I just feel sorry for Xiao Kai. I spoiled him since he was a child, but I failed to give him a good condition."
As he said this, he looked at Meng Lang sheepishly.
"Brother Meng, I don't want my child to be affected by things at home, and I'm worried that he won't be able to accept it for a while.
So I want to ask you, never tell the children about my stall..."
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Xianfu with a sincere expression, and then he understood what was going on with the enthusiasm he had shown when they met him.
It turned out that I was worried that my children would be discriminated against by classmates...
I lowered my head and looked at the rice rolls. I could tell from the fullness that they had enough ingredients.
From being popular in front of others, to now carefully trying to please...
I can only sigh in my heart..."Father's love is like a mountain"!
"Don't worry, I'm not a gossip."
"Thanks……"
"Boss, a piece of barbecued pork rice roll!"
"Here we come! Brother Meng, I'm sorry, you eat slowly, I'm going to greet the guests first."
Seeing the other party getting busy again, Meng Lang took a bite of the rice rolls and felt a little off.
I couldn't help but put down my chopsticks and sighed.
To be fair, he had no ill feelings towards Wang Xianfu.
Although some nouveau riche like to show off and compare, he is just like the millions of Chinese people who have worked hard to get rich, relying on their own hands to work step by step to achieve the life they have today.
Simply because the other party did not run away due to debt, but instead found ways to repay the debt, he deserves more respect than most well-dressed businessmen.
But it's just like what's written in the book.
Some things cannot be changed by hard work. The degree of your efforts only determines your failure...
And...so what if it succeeds.
Everything is like a bubble...
Will eventually turn into dust in the universe...
"Chi~"
The sound of a car braking and a car door opening and closing came from behind, followed by a pair of high heels approaching from far away...
Meng Lang didn't look back and picked up the small bench beside him.
"sit!"
"Huh?" A voice of surprise came from behind, and immediately a graceful figure sat next to Meng Lang with a gust of fragrance.
Gao Yuan looked Meng Lang up and down curiously.
"How did you know it was me? I heard that martial arts masters can recognize people by their voices. Is this true?"
I can't recognize people by listening to their voices, but I still have the ability to recognize people by reading books.
"Alas! How come everyone knows that I am a martial arts master? How can I hide it so well?" Meng Lang said helplessly.
The same goes for Mr. Hu, and so does Gao Yuan.
Have I ever manifested my holiness in front of others? You just make rash comments one by one.
"Pfft!" Gao Yuan smiled sweetly.
"Don't get me wrong, I just asked Lawyer Lin about some of your heroic deeds out of curiosity and took the opportunity of work."
Meng Lang's mouth twitched.
How can we say that women love gossip, even the aloof Lawyer Lin?
"By the way, will it affect your ability to hear and recognize people if I wear high heels or sneakers?"
Meng Lang rolled his eyes when he heard this strange and clear-thinking question.
Speaking of which, Gao Yuan is really curious about her boss.
The last time I went to inspect Mengshan Animal Husbandry, I didn’t think of myself as an outsider and just lived in my own home.
Just a few clues on the bookshelf in my bedroom almost completely exposed my false persona as a "history buff".
Mom is a talker again...
If this exposes all my background, how can I, the boss behind the scenes, maintain a sense of mystery in front of my subordinates?
Oh! The savior chosen by the earth’s civilization also chose Yoneda Kou?
The wall-facer's character was shattered to pieces, is there anything wrong?!