The Gongyi family's car is more like a mecha than a sedan.

In his previous life, Chu Shangli couldn't help but want to complain every time he saw it, but due to inexplicable politeness, he finally gave up the idea.

However, after her rebirth, not only her skills but also her personality had changed significantly, so she didn't hesitate to express her thoughts directly: "I can't believe that the dignified Gongyi family uses a high-tech means of transportation..."

"What else?" Gong Yi Tianhe asked indifferently.

"Why not flying in the sky or flying a sword?"

"That's too unscientific." Gong Yi Tianhe responded.

Science? Someone who can unleash a starburst slash from his sword, it's a shame he still talks about science...

"You don't seem very satisfied with my answer?"

Chu Shangli sat in the back seat of the car——

The subtle sense of suspension gives people the illusion of floating.

There is no one in the cab, instead there is an electronic screen displaying complex data and automatic positioning.

"Of course. It's like traveling back in time to ancient times, thinking you can change the world with your futuristic technology, only to discover that people in the past all used unlimited Wi-Fi and fully automated robots..."

"But I'm not from the past, and your analogy is both too inappropriate and too difficult to understand..."

"Of course I know. But doesn't the Gongyi family's external image always have a classical style? For example, the clothes you're wearing now have been modified to look old-fashioned, and they always talk about 'adhering to tradition'..."

"Only by accepting innovation can we better uphold tradition." Gong Yi Tianhe shrugged. "Just like how everyone is mass-producing goods in factories these days, yet someone still insists on making pure handmade candies, which completely loses the original flavor. If you really want to keep this flavor alive, keeping up with the times is crucial...both money and reputation are crucial. Keeping up with the times can preserve its popularity, and then setting aside a separate amount to support the traditional craftsmanship. It might even become a good marketing point."

"marketing?"

"Yeah. If the Gongyi family had always rigidly adhered to the various rules of the past, they would probably be regarded as charlatans and abandoned by the times. That's why various competitions are held to make everyone familiar with the Gongyi family... Although we are confident that our combat effectiveness with cold weapons is outstanding even in this era, it is meaningless if no one sees it with their own eyes and no one believes it. So all the contestants are just stepping stones in the final analysis-" Gongyi Tianhe picked up a bottle of black tea in the co-pilot seat, unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

It looks like bottled black tea, but it's actually an imitation of the ordinary plastic bottle that holds cheap drinks. In fact, it's a high-tech bottle with high freshness preservation, and the inside is filled with the freshest brewed black tea. The moment you open the bottle cap, you can taste it still warm, and screwing the bottle cap back on can further seal in the freshness.

I also bought a bottle like that in my previous life, but I wasn’t very used to it.

The reason she couldn't get used to it wasn't the sense of technology, but the sealing method. In fact, on her unusually sensitive tongue, the taste had already changed a bit. However, to most people, it tasted the same. Besides, Gong Yi Tianhe was notoriously wooden-tongued.

But Gongyi Tianhe's cousin was different from him. It seemed that his cousin bought the bottle and didn't want to throw it to him.

Maybe this is also a good opportunity...

"Would you like some?"

Gongyi Tianhe gave in to her.

"If Master Gongyi doesn't mind."

"It's just an ordinary bottle of black tea--" Gong Yi Tianhe took out a brand new disposable paper cup from under his seat, poured the black tea into the cup and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She took the paper cup and lightly touched a drop with the tip of her tongue.

It was just as unpalatable as I remembered—no, it was even more unpalatable than I remembered.