Chapter 46 Chapter 46 I am Tao Ying.
The First Conference Hall of Leimen University was used by the Imperial Marshal to discuss political affairs with the royal family when the Reval Empire was first established.
The towering dome is painted with the totem of the empire. Although it has faded with time, it still retains the warmth of power.
The woman, dressed in a unique crimson-purple dress, walked with a lightness of step, exuding a noble aura. She nodded gently at the reception desk, a polite smile on her face.
Someone asked curiously, “Who is that?”
"It's Zhu Chi's wife, Ying Shaye."
"She's so charming... Zhu Chi is so lucky to be able to marry her."
"Zhu Chi is the chief designer of Minghuo!"
"Then Ying Shaye is still the daughter of the Ying family." The man retorted.
The Ying family has existed since the founding of the Reval Empire. Three generations ago, every generation had produced marshals with numerous military achievements.
Now at the front line of the second galaxy, the main force resisting the Zerg is Ying Huang, the eldest brother of the Ying family.
When the empire was founded, the Bai, Iowa, and Ying families controlled most of the power.
In the army, the Ying family has the highest power.
However, their family style is traditional. The army is composed of men, and women usually do not show up. After marriage, they focus on the family.
Ying Saye is just like that.
Ying Shaye tied up her long hair with a gorgeous hairpin and walked to the front of the stage with small steps. She adjusted the hem of her skirt and sat sideways in the first row. She placed the small brocade bag in her hand on her thigh with an elegant posture.
The audience took their seats one after another and the lights in the audience were turned off.
The host came to the podium and began the introduction.
"Dear guests, welcome to the Perceptual Mecha Summit."
“There have been several breakthroughs in civilization throughout human history.”
"Scientists created the first mechanical mecha; humans, after wandering through space, redeveloped civilization on the planet Chester; intelligent entities gained self-awareness and were used by humanity..."
The host's voice became louder.
"And our theme today, a groundbreaking invention, a milestone in human technological progress—the sentient mecha!"
"For this summit, we invited Minghuo's chief designer, Zhu Chi, to share his design ideas."
"Applause to welcome our Professor Zhu Chi!"
The middle-aged man walked onto the stage and thunderous applause came from the audience.
Zhu Chi stood on the podium: "Thank you."
He adjusted the position of the microphone and began to speak slowly.
"Back then, when I first submitted the design for Minghuo, I was full of anticipation for the future. It was a design filled with dreams. But all I got was ruthless insults from my boss."
His voice became low, and the audience also felt worried.
"Not long after, my boss fired me and even told my colleagues not to hire me anymore. I was completely out of work."
"And she took my manuscript and copied it exactly."
Zhu Chi clenched his fists, as if he had suffered extreme humiliation, but the next moment, he changed the subject, smiled and raised his hands.
“But who would have thought that I would be standing here today?”
"I should thank this boss. If she hadn't plagiarized my original manuscript, if she hadn't kicked me out of the Laiji Institute, I wouldn't have met my mentor and wouldn't have achieved what I have today."
The audience asked curiously, "Is this boss talking about Tao Ying?"
"Oh—she's got a bad record. Tsk, tsk, tsk."
The man was talking happily when his chair was suddenly kicked hard.
The man turned around and raised his voice:
"Am I wrong? Even someone like Tao Ying has fans."
"How can there be people who speak up for someone who's dead? I've never seen anything like this before."
"That's right."
Researcher Che wanted to kick again, but when he saw the security guard coming over, he had to give up.
She slumped down into the seat, a look of suffocation on her face. She turned around and saw the black-haired girl beside her, half-closed her eyes, slumped over the armrest.
Researcher Che: "Hey, Bo Mo, you're not here to listen to Zhu Chi bragging about stepping on our boss, are you?"
The black-haired girl's gaze rested on the podium.
Zhu Chi was still finding different ways to brag about himself while secretly belittling Tao Ying.
The girl's eyes were cold and she spoke slowly:
"boring."
…
While laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the details. Zhu Chi said he was talking about his design ideas, but in fact he was just talking about how hard he worked during the design process, how amazing he was, and how awesome he was.
The red-haired boy was quite familiar with the Perceptual Mecha. He frowned and said, "He completely glossed over the details of the design."
Researcher Che crossed his arms. "He hasn't designed it, so how can he possibly explain it? He can only use the data he has to fool people."
Zhu Chi was halfway through his speech when he felt dry mouth and picked up the thermos cup to drink some water.
That’s almost it. The next part is the most important part, which is also the purpose of organizing this summit.
Zhu Chi unskillfully downloaded a model file from the cloud and connected it to the central optical computer in the conference room.
The lights on the podium went out instantly, and the entire conference hall fell into darkness.
"What's wrong?" "What's going on?" "Is there something wrong with the lights?"
When everyone was caught off guard, a spotlight shone directly onto the stage!
The fiery red mecha faced the crowd, half-kneeling on the ground, with its head slightly raised and its eyes stern, like a leader looking down on all living beings.
Even if it is not started, even if it is just an illusory projection.
Its inherent aggressiveness also made everyone's breathing hold.
A huge fiery red mecha is appearing in the center of the spotlight!
After a moment's silence, everyone exclaimed.
"Minghuo, it's the Minghuo second-generation machine!"
The atmosphere in the venue was burning: "Today's highlight is here!"
Zhu Chi stood on the stage, very satisfied with what he saw. He scanned the audience, and after the applause died down, he began to share the technical issues of Minghuo.
"As everyone knows, the psychokinetic piloting requirement for the first-generation mecha is that it must reach A-level psychokinetic power. Although our empire's military is excellent, unfortunately, this limitation prevents excellent mechas like the Minghuo from being fully adopted by the entire military."
"So, in the second generation, we upgraded Minghuo's mental power module, further reducing the mental power required for driving."
"That's right."
Zhu Chi raised his voice.
"Now, to use the Minghuo II, you only need to have a B-level mental strength!"
The audience was going wild.
"What? Does this mean that ordinary pilots can also pilot sentient mechas?!"
"This can significantly reduce the mental strength requirements for military pilots and save a considerable amount of military funds."
"That's amazing." "As expected of the chief designer!"
Amidst all the praise, Tao Ying in the corner leaned back in his chair, spinning a pen out of boredom.
The tip of her pen hit the blank notebook where she had written nothing.
Tick, tick.
Is that about it?
The blue light hit the side of Tao Ying's cheek, flickering.
Finally, the data transmission progress bar on the optical computer showed 100%.
“Snap—”
The hand spinning the pen stopped.
Tao Ying looked up with a smile, like a predator watching its enemy step into a trap.
Well, the time has come.
It's time to close the net.
Zhu Chi was raising his hands to feel the endless praise and eulogy.
That’s right, these things should have belonged to him, Tao Ying, did you see it?
He is the chief designer of Minghuo, and the daughter of the Ying family is his wife. Who else can look down on him from a high position? Who else can let him live on the streets because he was kicked out of Laiji?
Zhu Chi was so focused that he didn't notice that the computer on the podium suddenly froze.
He casually told a joke, which made the audience laugh - at this moment, the light brain reconnected and a strange window popped up.
Zhu Chi thought it was a pop-up advertisement and closed it.
But after closing it, countless error windows immediately popped up on the screen.
He tried to click the "X" button in the "—口X" in the upper right corner of the window, but accidentally clicked the "口".
The window instantly covered the entire wall, and everyone in the conference room could see clearly.
A line of words slowly appeared in the center of the window.
【Long time no see, Zhu Chi.】
Zhu Chi was startled and glanced at the people in the audience, carefully observing everyone's expression.
He wiped the sweat off his face after a while. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be able to see the words, not just him.
Not an illusion.
He clenched the medicine bottle in his arms.
Just say that he had just taken medicine and he wouldn't have hallucinations.
Zhu Chi regained his composure and jokingly asked, "Which old friend is playing a prank on me?"
The writing on the screen is erased and replaced with a new line.
【I am Tao Ying.】
Zhu Chi's smile froze.
[But to be honest, we are not friends. I am your superior.]
Zhu Chi held the microphone in front of his chest with trembling hands and said with forced calmness:
"It's not appropriate to make such jokes at a summit."
"What? Are you scared? Then you shouldn't have done anything wrong in the first place."
"You've got enough!"
Zhu Chi's voice suddenly became louder and more excited, causing an uproar in the audience.
The words on the screen continued to appear.
Zhu Chi's hands were covered in sweat and his face was flushed red. He kept pressing the power button - he wanted to stop the machine forcibly, but even if he pressed the physical button, the machine seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force and did not move at all.
Who is it? Who is it?
Who wants to harm him!
There is no such thing as "moderation" in my dictionary.
[But he is very good at luring the enemy deep into his territory, pressing them step by step, and catching them in a trap——]
[Until the prey is unable to resist.]
The words on the screen flickered coldly, as if pronouncing something.
The computer on the podium completely froze and lost its operating permissions.
The audience was filled with top mecha dealers and various prominent figures.
At this moment, the "chief designer" who had been so confident and at ease suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
A chat record appeared on the screen, leaving everyone in the audience stunned and exclaiming in amazement.
"Is this true? You must be kidding."
"How could he do such a thing?"
The screen displayed several organ purchase records. The sender was "ZHU CHI," the location was Block H in Leimen City, and the recipient was Biological Laboratory No. 254.
The contents include heart, kidneys, liver, eyeballs, skin... various organs.
Someone in the audience reacted.
Isn’t this the organ trading case that sparked heated debate on the “Intelligent Bionic Human Rights Act” some time ago?
Researcher Che was slow to react and said, "The sender is ZHU CHI...Zhu Chi?!"
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