The game was over, but the stadium was still filled with thunderous applause, and everyone was shouting ML500's name.
After questioning the referees, the host announced loudly, "We were originally planning to hold six matches to determine the winner, but now it seems that this is no longer necessary. We have decided to award the championship trophy to the developers of the ML500 in advance. Do you have any objections?"
The audience responded in unison: "No!"
Athletes from various countries participating in the competition were also convinced.
When the organizers brought out the trophy, Zhuang Li raised his chin towards ML500. With just this simple gesture, ML500 unexpectedly understood his master's intention and transformed into a "Gundam" and walked to the front of the stage to receive the trophy.
It is only as tall as the award presenter's waist. After receiving the trophy, it will bend down and say thank you. Its voice is childish and its movements are elegant.
The award presenter went crazy on the spot and kept asking the host: "Can I take it home? I really love it!"
The host pressed the guest's shoulder and said, "Calm down, you can't beat it!"
The audience in the audience laughed so hard that they fell over.
Today's game was truly spectacular; no one could have imagined the outcome. This magical scene epitomizes the arrival of the AI era. In the near future, there will be even more highly intelligent robots like Xiaowu. They will serve humanity as a whole.
One audience member covered his tear-soaked face and choked up, saying, "This is a historic moment, you know? What does it mean to overtake others on a curve? This is what it means to overtake others on a curve! Everyone says the next era is the AI era, but no one can clearly define what the true AI era is. See? This is the AI era! Our country has entered it first! Our scientists are the best!"
The people around them echoed excitedly, "Yes, our scientists are amazing! Zhuang Li is only twenty-two this year, right? It's said that all of Xiaowu's technologies are his original creations. He's never been to college, nor has he studied abroad, but his intelligence and talent are on par with any foreigner or overseas student! This proves that our country can also cultivate outstanding talents!"
For a time, everyone was full of confidence in the future of the motherland, and this confidence was built on a solid scientific and technological foundation.
After this battle, Zhuang Li became famous.
The 22-year-old heir immediately made headlines in major news media, and all reporters used the same word to describe him - a super genius who emerged out of nowhere.
After the competition, Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping walked arm in arm among the crowd, their ears filled with the admiration and respect they received from the crowd. It was a refreshing feeling.
Are they happy? Of course they are.
Proud? Of course they are proud.
But beyond that, an indescribable anxiety lingered in their hearts. Only they themselves knew the extent to which they had neglected their son. They had no idea what Zhuang Li was doing, let alone that he was a super genius.
But the old man obviously knew it, and he and his son got along very well.
As parents, they were unqualified. They fulfilled all their responsibilities to Zhuang Shimiao, but abandoned their own son and ignored him.
No wonder Zhuang Li was usually so cold towards them. Feelings are mutual. If they didn't show meticulous care and love, how could they expect their children to be close and dependent on them?
Huang Yaping became increasingly anxious as she thought about it. She gripped Zhuang Qingfeng's wrist tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Husband, I think we did something wrong. We owe Zhuang Li so much."
Zhuang Qingfeng held his wife's hand and comforted her, "Don't worry about it. Dad will make up for what we owe him."
He would never admit he was wrong. He hated his father's cruelty, but when he grew up, he became even crueler than his father.
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Behind the scenes of the game, Zhuang Hong was knocking on the door of the lounge over and over again.
After a long time, Zhuang Li finally emerged from inside, his clothes disheveled and his mouth swollen. Su Ming followed him obediently, his expression serious, his ears red.
When he saw the old man, Zhuang Li just greeted him lazily, but Su Ming bent down, bowed, and called him "Grandpa".
Zhuang Hong had become numb to his aggressive behavior. This dog-skin plaster was too clingy. He wanted to see if his grandson could get rid of him in his lifetime.
"Stop making trouble. The army has taken Xiaowu away. Let's go home." Zhuang Hong waved his hand.
Su Ming hurried forward to help the old man carry the tool bag, and rubbed Zhuang Li's waist.
From the back, the three of them look as harmonious as a family.
Tang Tuan, Duke, Sun Baixi, and the others had originally planned to help Zhuang Li hold a celebration banquet, but upon seeing this scene, they quietly left. The atmosphere between the three of them was so wonderful that outsiders could not intrude.
Outside the venue, Sun Baixi gazed at the setting sun and exhaled deeply. They say the layman watches the excitement, while the expert sees the details. While he didn't understand mechanics, he knew a lot about energy. The ML500 had deployed laser weapons several times, and his company's batteries simply couldn't provide such enormous power.
In other words, the robot developed by Zhuang Li has a more advanced energy system, and it is definitely not a battery.
No wonder he says the traditional energy industry is no longer viable. The changes he is bringing may extend far beyond the AI sector.
Sun Baixi smiled softly at the rosy sky. He hadn't regretted falling in love with Zhuang Li in the slightest.
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After getting in the car, Zhuang Li took out his phone and whispered, "Grandpa, do you know what the consequences of this game will be?"
Zhuang Hong looked out the window and sighed, "The test of fate has begun."
Su Ming asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Zhuang Hong was in a bad mood and scolded: "It's none of your business, don't ask too much!"
"Oh." Su Ming nodded honestly and didn't ask any more questions.
Zhuang Hong felt embarrassed by his obedience. He coughed lightly and explained, "We were talking about Zhuang Shimiao. His interests are tied to Eisenk's. He is very likely to help the Americans steal Hongtu's technology."
"I understand." Su Ming suddenly realized.
Zhuang Li took out his phone and said, "Grandpa, he agreed."
At that moment, the light in Zhuang Hong's eyes dimmed. He wasn't truly cold-blooded, but he hid his emotions behind sharp words and harsh criticism. He lived so radically that no one could keep up with him or understand his inner world.
The last bit of affection he had for Zhuang Shimiao was eventually wiped out.
"From today on, there is no such person as Zhuang Shimiao in the banker's family." When he said this, his tone had become very cold.
He took Zhuang Li's phone and looked at a screenshot of the conversation sent by the monitoring software.
Eysenk asked: [Miao, have you thought about it? ]
Zhuang Shimiao replied: [I have considered it.]
Eysenck: [It’s a pleasure to work with you.]
Zhuang Shimiao: [You must meet my conditions.]
Eysenck: [No problem, your company will soon defeat Hongtu, believe me!]
Seeing this, Zhuang Hong closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. He hadn't been able to achieve his ambition, so he destroyed it. Zhuang Shimiao was truly ruthless! He had completely forgotten all the training the Zhuang family had given him over the past twenty-two years.
Zhuang Li gently patted his grandfather's slightly bent back, silently conveying his comfort.
Su Ming said awkwardly, "Grandpa, don't be sad. You still have Zhuang Li. He is your real grandson. Ten other people's grandsons put together are not as good as your one grandson."
Just then, an old friend of Zhuang Hong's sent a text message, his tone filled with envy and jealousy: "Old man, no wonder you've been clamoring to retire lately. Turns out you've found a successor! You're so lucky! The grandchildren you pick up along the way are better than the ones we nurtured from childhood."
Zhuang Hong took out his cell phone and looked at it, then glanced at Su Ming, and the depression on his face finally dissipated.
7480 complained: "The gods are getting better and better at taking advantage of others. Look, he even got your grandfather."
Zhuang Li put his arm around Su Ming's waist and sighed contentedly. This is life!
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A month later, Zhuang Shimiao was taken away from his home by a group of heavily armed police officers.
He was sitting in the restaurant with Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping having dinner. The three of them were chatting about interesting things in work and life, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
No one expected such a change to happen.
Zhuang Qingfeng, who briefly thought the police had made a mistake, pulled out his phone and said he was going to complain to their superiors. He was then also taken away. Huang Yaping was also not spared.
The three were taken to the National Security Bureau and detained in an interrogation room. When the police produced evidence that Zhuang Shimiao had stolen Hongtu's business secrets, Zhuang Qingfeng realized the seriousness of the matter. This was treason!
What is even more terrifying is that in order to accumulate funds, Zhuang Shimiao secretly transferred part of the property under the names of Zhuang Qingfeng and Huang Yaping abroad and handed it over to a third-party agency with a spy background for custody.
As long as he gets Hongtu's technology and flees to the United States, the money will help him quickly set up a company. He will help the Americans deal with China.
Family affection means nothing to him, and patriotism is even a joke to him. He has no parents, no country, only interests.
Faced with this evidence, Zhuang Qingfeng collapsed. He held his head and shook his head, completely unable to accept this reality.
In the interrogation room next door, Huang Yaping was already in tears. She couldn't believe that the child she had raised like a precious treasure would end up like this.
"Why did he do these things? How have we done anything wrong to him? Can I see him? Can I ask him a question?" Huang Yaping held the female police officer's hand and begged.
"I'm sorry, but you can't see him. He's currently a serious criminal." The policewoman coldly rejected Huang Yaping and warned, "Because your account is linked to foreign espionage forces, we will temporarily freeze all your assets."
Huang Yaping could no longer hear these words clearly, and her mind was confused when she left the National Security Bureau.
Zhuang Qingfeng was even more confused than her.
The couple supported each other and returned home. When they collapsed on the floor, they remembered what Zhuang Li had said at the beginning - you can't blame others, you choose your own path.
So that's what he meant! Back then, they were so determined to break with the old man and keep Zhuang Shimiao. Were they actually harming him? If they had sent Zhuang Shimiao away, wouldn't this have happened?
Zhuang Li said that character determines destiny. Had he seen through Zhuang Shimiao even then?
Zhuang Shimiao's greed, ruthlessness, and selfishness doomed him to join the Americans in betraying his country. He would rather destroy what he couldn't obtain than give it to others.
Zhuang Qingfeng trembled as he took out his cell phone and called the old man. As soon as he opened his mouth, he burst into tears like a child: "Dad, I was wrong!"
After living for over forty years, this was the first time he admitted to his father that he was wrong. His hatred and intransigence were ultimately a joke.
Huang Yaping grabbed the phone and choked up, "Dad, I want to talk to Xiaoli on the phone. I want to tell him I'm sorry."
Zhuang Hong sighed, then hung up the phone without another word. Didn't these people understand? The truly cruel one wasn't him, but Xiao Li. Without Xiao Li's deliberately provocative words, his son and daughter-in-law wouldn't have been forced to this point.
The old man, feeling compassionate, slowly walked to the window, looked at Zhuang Li playing on Su Ming's back, and smiled with relief.
Although this child is cruel, he is also affectionate. He knows clearly who treats him well and who treats him badly. That is enough.
In the future, when it comes to providing for my old age, my son won't be reliable, so I'll have to rely on my grandson. Thinking of this, Zhuang Hong felt relieved. He took out his phone and sent a text message to his old friend: "Let's go fishing!"
My friend immediately responded: [You bastard, who has more free time than you? You have a bunch of unfilial descendants at home waiting to eat my old age!]
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