Five hundred and fifty-four chapters mica body (four)
In Ticheng in the early morning, the wind blowing from the inland was originally carrying the chill of late autumn, but under the influence of the heat island effect, it had no power once it penetrated deep into the inner city of the city.
Buddy's fat body was spread out, occupying almost one-third of the space inside the luxury business car without partitions. He unbuttoned his suit, allowing his chest and abdomen to vibrate freely without restraint, and let out abundant moans.
Resonant sound.
From the manor near the edge of the city to the core circle of the city, an hour's drive away, the phone was almost never disconnected. Even if Bati
Even though every communication is deliberately compressed into 5 minutes, there is still very little free time. And here, in almost every communication, the key content of the conversation is inseparable from two points:
Ronan, and "that gadget Ronan put out."
As the most authoritative source in Ticheng, the news released by Batty successfully aroused a series of responses.
This is the embodiment of his value.
Of course, in a deeper sense, this shows that Ronan is still a hot spot in the entire circle, and all parties will react quite sensitively or even excessively to his attitude and messages.
"He's just rolling around in the oil pan. Be careful not to lose the oil on him."
In a recent communication, the tone of the other person sounded like freshly squeezed lemon juice, or that ancient oriental condiment.
"Unfortunately, I'm not very used to Chinese cuisine, let alone a cook."
"That's right, but you are an ingredient supplier, the kind who hoards food."
"I can take that as a compliment...it's coming, just a moment."
While talking, the car stopped outside the gate of a factory consisting of a group of low-rise buildings. After a simple identity confirmation, the gate was opened and the vehicle continued to move. Buddy's identification bracelet automatically linked to the artificial intelligence built into the factory:
"Bitter Reef greets you, Mr. Batty. You have an appointment with Mr. Yan Yongbo from Tianqi Laboratory, who has arrived in advance."
"Okay, I get it now."
The vehicle drove directly into the underground experimental area. Morrison, the administrative head of the laboratory, was already waiting at the entrance with a warm smile to face his big benefactor.
"Mr. Batty, welcome to the laboratory..."
Barty stretched out his hand and gave Morrison a brief shake: "I hope there will be results of sufficient value waiting for me."
"...The laboratory has already made some preliminary judgments."
"judge?"
Although Barty was fat, he walked with wind. In just a few steps, he left Morrison behind, forcing this middle-aged successful man in a white coat and elegant demeanor to jog quickly.
Follow me.
However, Barty was no longer too lazy to talk to him anymore. He passed through several entrances with ease and soon arrived at the core area of the Bitter Reef Laboratory.
Batty entered the observation room that was transparent on all sides, and Yan Yongbo was already waiting there.
This young and important member of the Apocalypse Laboratory, at this time, his luck has given him extraordinary strength, so that his pupils are red, and the blood vessels around his eye sockets, especially near his temples, are bulging and densely woven like a network, which are still obvious.
Twitching, intimidating.
The look he gave me was also fierce and cold.
So much so that Morrison, who was behind, hesitated and was actually outside the observation room, not daring to come in.
Batty didn't care. He walked forward and greeted Yan Yongbo by his secular title: "Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road. Ti City has become lively again recently. Director Yan, are you satisfied with the environment in the laboratory?"
"If you exclude the human factor, it's okay."
Barty laughed and then added: "The professionals you brought can just fill in the shortcomings."
"In related fields, everyone is self-righteous and blind, except for Teacher Li Wei."
Barty did not refute this argument, but just asked: "So, where is Ronan?"
Yan Yongbo did not answer the question, but took another cold glance and turned to look at the progress of the experiment.
Batty is very self-aware. He is not "self-righteous", but he is definitely "blind" in relevant fields. Therefore, he just observes and listens to the provisional conclusions of those who dare to speak.
Even so, debate is inevitable. Omitting and replacing those professional terms, the meaning is roughly:
Professional a: "The structure is simple, has no direct lethality, the design is homogeneous, and the physical structure is very poor. But in the spiritual field, especially the configuration field that he has been advocating, it should be possible to build richer virtual components. So
It’s a material element.”
Professional b: "No, this should be some kind of distributed architecture, which is very suitable for primary intelligence implantation. If the underlying links are strengthened, simple instructions can form a large number of changeable forms. From this point of view, it is more like
A certain eco-like model is the embodiment of bionic intelligent technology."
"Where is the intelligence? Where is the chip? In your imagination?"
"There is obviously space reserved! Have you fed the dogs the results of your structural splitting and restoration?"
Professional C tried to smooth things over: "It's completely possible to do both. Use bionic technology to achieve a certain structure, and then use soul power to control it..."
"Shut up, you loser whose experiment failed!"
Seeing the quarrel among the professionals in the laboratory, everyone in the observation room except Barty looked not very good.
Morrison, in particular, was already considering exiting the room. At this moment, Batty asked him: "Dr. Morrison, you are also a professional, what is your opinion?"
I'm just the administrative person in charge!
Morrison wailed in his heart, but after all, he was also a former expert on aberrant species. Even though he had been out of the front line for many years and deceived people... well, the foundation is still there:
"Perhaps it is influenced by professional direction. Of course, as well as Mr. Batty's description of the situation at that time, I am more inclined to the opinion of 'b'. In fact, the laboratory has been looking for control groups among social species, such as bees and ants.
It is possible that in the aberrant population..."
Before he finished speaking, Barty asked again: "What can Ronan use it for? What can we use it for? Can we find a docking point?"
Morrison was really sweating. He wanted to forcefully explain, and it was not impossible to speculate, but at this extremely pragmatic level, he had to take responsibility for every word he said.
Sweat dripped from his forehead. He subconsciously grabbed the handkerchief in his pocket and wanted to take it out to wipe the sweat, but he knew it was inappropriate. He froze there for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed.
Batty did not waste time on this person, and turned to Yan Yongbo: "He must have a purpose for finding me, an unreliable supervisor, to let the wind out. Obviously, you need to understand this if you want to talk to him.
Value, those who need it and are willing to bite the hook...it should have a certain threshold, but not so much that everyone can’t understand it.”
"What do you want to say?" Yan Yongbo's brow wrinkles have reached the same level as his temple area. He doesn't like to be tested by others, especially by Ronan.
Under Barty's thick beard, his smile was still very obvious: "This is a screening question. Ronan, or the people behind him, are screening allies - in the matter of the development of the 'New Plane', for this reason
, they are continuing to reveal information.
"This is how I understand it: the bad-mouthed ape shown by 'Mr. Mo' solved the problem of existence and non-existence; Ronan took out this little thing to show that 'there is something', or to show that he is willing to take it.
Come out and share something.
"At present, they are still reserved, but they also have a qualified negotiating attitude."
"Negotiation?" The corners of Yan Yongbo's mouth also joined in the twitching, "Follow his rhythm? The fish will eat whatever he takes?"
Batty signaled him to calm down: "I know you are all hot-tempered. Back then, you wanted to wipe it clean with one bite of Luo Yuandao, but in the end it proved that you may have missed the most valuable part. Now with his grandson, you will
Using the same method...but this is no longer the wilderness era, and Ronan is not that crazy old man. He is qualified to negotiate, I think so."
Yan Yongbo remained silent, and then turned away to prevent Barty from seeing his expression at the moment.
Barty just pretended not to see the blurry reflections on the surrounding glass and continued: "The little fan girl of Emperor Wu has already contacted Xia Cheng about this, maybe we can wait a little longer.
"Xia Cheng..." Yan Yongbo tried his best to mutter, but his thinking was clearly unable to keep up.
Barty decided to end the topic: "Xiacheng will not miss it. After all, everyone is an independent individual with different demands. A monolithic alliance also requires time, energy, resources and other costs to maintain... I
You specifically come up with this trite argument, do you understand what I mean?"
Yan Yongbo still didn't look at him. He only turned his face towards the experimental area and returned to his cold and gloomy look: "Don't worry, we will strictly implement the contract, including the value-added clauses stipulated in the contract."
Batty laughed loudly and patted Yan Yongbo's shoulder hard. The latter responded indifferently, so he did not see the former's eyes without any smile.
Even if I see it, I won't care.
Yan Yongbo wanted to observe the experimental process for another period. Batty walked out of the laboratory without staying too long. After getting into his car, his first phone call was to Zhang Yingying:
"Customers have expressed interest, and now we need manufacturers to set prices."
"As a distributor, aren't you the best at raising prices?"
Zhang Yingying had just stepped into the most transparent room of the mountaintop castle. Facing the sunlight coming in, she did a few stretching exercises. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows and viewing platform, as well as the matching viewing telescope, could help guests maximize their exposure.
The beautiful scenery of Ticheng's coastline comes into view.
Because of this, Zhang Yingying was a little inattentive during the call. While talking, she stepped forward to turn the telescope and let her sight go. After a few seconds, he suddenly said:
"The Zeolite Beach you said yesterday that Ronan went to is on the northeastern coastline, right...it's foggy."
"Well?"
"I mean, just be bold in setting prices and have confidence in the manufacturers and products."
Zhang Yingying immediately hung up the communication. As she fiddled with her thoughts, Ronan's communication number was immediately displayed on the bracelet, but she began to hesitate whether to contact him or not.
It looks like they are really doing an experiment...
The bracelet vibrated suddenly, startling her. She looked at the contact again and saw that it was Ronan. She quickly connected:
"Hello?"
Ronan's voice came over: "Are you spying on me?"
Zhang Yingying was so shocked that the strands of hair on her forehead stood up: "I wiped it, you were spying on me!"