Chapter 150 Wang Daqiang is a robot

Chen Zhao!

Zhao Chen’s English name!

It was him! It was him! The man who had "escaped" to the Caribbean had never left! He lurked like a ghost on the other side of the network, controlling the "Pancake Man Foundation" and manipulating every detail of her life!

A huge feeling of being fooled and a sense of overwhelming anger completely engulfed Yu Ling like a tsunami! She slammed her laptop shut! The cold light on the screen went out, like the last faint glimmer of fantasy in her eyes.

She grabbed the intercom on the table, her fingers trembling violently with anger, and dialed the number of the president's office assistant. Her voice was as cold as the Siberian wind:

"Call Wang Daqiang! Immediately! Right now! Come to my office!"

Three minutes later.

The heavy office door was carefully pushed open a crack.

Wang Daqiang's face, a face both simple and shrewd, peeked in. He was still wearing his brand-new, perfectly ironed, dark blue "Jianbing Man Property Management" uniform, the Shiba Inu badge gleaming on his chest. A humble and respectful smile graced his face, but a subtle hint of wariness lingered in his eyes.

"Madam, are you looking for me?" He bent down, keeping a very low posture.

Yu Ling wasn't sitting behind her desk. She was standing in front of the huge French window, her back to the door. Her figure looked thin and cold in the pale light of the sky.

She didn't look back. The cold voice was like an ice-hardened knife, piercing through the solidified air and stabbing at Wang Daqiang fiercely:

"Wang Daqiang."

"tell me."

"The President of the Pancake Man Foundation..."

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying with it an undeniable pressure and a kind of anger on the verge of exploding:

“…Is it Zhao Chen?!”

The huge question exploded in the empty office like thunder!

Wang Daqiang's body stiffened almost imperceptibly! The smile on his face froze instantly! The pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses (he had also donned a pair of plain glasses at some point) suddenly contracted! A trace of panic, like ripples on the bottom of the water, quickly passed through his eyes!

But only for a moment!

At this split second!

Wang Daqiang suddenly raised his hand! His movements were as fast as lightning! He didn't cover his mouth or wipe his sweat, but instead—with incredible precision, he pressed down a tiny, button-like device on the inside of his uniform collar!

“Sizzle…”

An extremely slight electrical noise was heard.

Then, a cold, dull, and mechanical voice, like a low-quality electronic synthesizer, came out from Wang Daqiang's throat in an extremely strange way:

"drop--"

"Keyword detected: Guild President's identity."

"Authentication: Failed."

"Warning: Insufficient permissions to access core secrets."

"I'm AI customer service representative Pancake Man 007. Hello, ma'am. How can I help you?"

This voice was like a completely different person! No, it was like a completely different "thing"! Cold, hollow, and devoid of any human emotion!

Wang Daqiang's expression completely vanished, leaving only a stiff, low-quality, robot-like "standard smile." He even tilted his head slightly, mimicking the AI's interactive movements in a very "professional" manner!

Yu Ling turned around abruptly, staring in disbelief at the instantly transformed Wang Daqiang before her. The overwhelming sense of absurdity and the rage of being treated like a fool instantly overwhelmed her rationality!

"AI customer service?! Pancake Man No. 007?!" Yu Ling's voice shrieked with extreme anger. She rushed over to Wang Daqiang, her fingers almost poking his stiff face.

"Wang Daqiang! Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid?! Turn off the voice changer! Tell me! Where is Zhao Chen?! What on earth does he want to do?!"

Facing the rage and questioning so close, "Wang Daqiang" (or "Jianbing Man No. 007") still maintained that stiff smile, and the cold electronic sound remained motionless:

"drop--"

"The user's emotions have fluctuated significantly."

"Keywords: Zhao Chen. Related Information: No permission to access."

"The president is the eternal faith in your heart! He is the beacon that illuminates the darkness! He is the embodiment of love and food!" The electronic voice even took on a strange, rhythmic "passion". "Madam, please believe in the light! Believe in the justice and protection of the Pancake Man!"

"Shut up!" Yu Ling couldn't bear it any longer, she grabbed a heavy brass paperweight on the table and smashed it hard on the floor at Wang Daqiang's feet!

"Bang--!"

The loud noise echoed in the office!

The paperweight made a shallow dent in the floor and then rolled over and hit the base of the wall.

Wang Daqiang was so startled by the sudden violence that his body trembled violently! The "standard smile" on his face finally gave way, revealing a hint of genuine panic! He subconsciously took a step back, and the cold electronic sound in his throat froze, emitting a crackling electrical noise.

But it only took a second! He forcibly returned to his rigid "AI" state, and the electronic voice sounded again, with a hint of "grievance":

"drop--"

"Physical attack threat detected."

"Initiate self-preservation protocol."

"Pancake Man 007...exit..."

As he spoke, he turned around stiffly but extremely quickly, like a programmed robot, opened the office door, and slipped out as if escaping! The speed at which the door closed was astonishing!

Yu Ling was the only one left in the office again.

There was also the dented paperweight on the ground and the deadly mess.

Yu Ling stood there, her chest heaving violently, her face pale. The immense anger, the sense of absurdity, and the feeling of powerlessness she had nowhere to vent wrapped around her heart like icy vines, nearly suffocating her.

Wang Daqiang's clumsy "AI" performance not only failed to dispel her doubts, but instead made it seem like he was trying to cover up his mistake!

Zhao Chen!

It must be him!

He was somewhere! Controlling everything! Watching her struggle in vain in his grasp like a clown!

But where is the evidence?

That damned backend log only proves that "Chen_Zhao" operated the foundation's backend, but it can't directly identify Zhao Chen himself! Wang Daqiang is like a slippery loach again!

She slumped down on the floor, her back against the cold French window. A profound sense of exhaustion and loneliness washed over her like an icy tide.