At about 9 a.m. in Ticheng time, Yan Yongbo hurriedly moved from the "Bitter Reef Laboratory" to Ticheng Central CBD with a bad impression and emotions towards crappy researchers and so-called experts.
It was the rush hour for work, and the crowded flow of people and vehicles shuttled back and forth between the ground, the sky, and the buildings in the city, just like the bacteria growing in a giant can. Under the same survival mode, there were hidden hidden dangers that could break out again at any time. Proliferating restless power.
Yan Yongbo was in it, but quickly pulled away.
He turned off the live broadcast, got off the car and entered a certain skyscraper. Under the guidance of the secretary who was already waiting at the door, he took the exclusive elevator and quickly went up to enter the best-lit room on the top floor of the building.
Even in the central CBD, this is one of the commanding heights. The terrain, money and power isolate most of the hustle and bustle. Yan Yongbo felt like he was crawling out of a rotten can, as if he only needed to take one step to escape completely... and then threw the can into the trash can with his backhand.
Unfortunately, this is just an illusion caused by some manic mood.
If you exclude psychological factors, the scenery here can be said to be excellent. From a high position, you can overlook the coastline not far away and the seascape at the edge of the bustling city until your eyes are exhausted and merge into the gray and blue in the distance.
But if you want to pursue the most valuable target on the current coastline of Ticheng, even with extraordinary vision, you may not be able to penetrate the disturbance of light caused by the atmosphere and see the real scene.
But...
Yan Yongbo's eyes slowly moved, and two projection areas were opened in the room, showing clear images. One of them is showing a young and familiar face with high-definition pixels.
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't want to see it, but he had no choice but to stay as calm as possible.
But this stubborn attitude could no longer be tolerated after seeing the real-time image cut out from another projection area.
Yan Yongbo pursed his lips and turned his face to one side.
He would rather look at Ronan than say hello to the people over there - then again, the people on the other side were chattering away and didn't seem to notice him.
On the other hand, the owner of this room withdrew his eyes from the projection area and laughed at him: "Just in time, you and your son are meeting. Would you like a drink?"
Mou Dong raised the ice coffee in his hand and gestured from afar.
The world's "strongest" businessman, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, baggy burlap trousers and thin-soled slippers, leaned against the huge desk, as if he was living in summer, and as if I have not yet come out from the resort life on an equatorial island, and it is incompatible with the layout of the entire room.
"Thank you, just water."
"Hot water or ice water?"
"icy."
Naturally, the secretary was responsible for meeting the small requests, and quickly delivered the bland mountain spring water.
This is not the first time that Mou Dong and Yan Yongbo have met. With the recent changes in Yan Yongbo's role in Tianqi Laboratory, he has become more and more familiar: "Are you studying the gadgets that Ronan brought?"
"Well, let's see what he's up to."
Yan Yongbo could feel that when this person talked about these boring words, he probably had the same feelings as him:
The current video conference speakers are too noisy.
That old man of his has made no progress at all in the past few years and can never grasp the key points.
Yan Hong, who was participating in the video conference, was extremely excited at this time because he was the first to catch the huge secret exposed in the live broadcast.
"Yes, Ronan is Mr. Mo!
"Hood's words worked, and Ronan's subconscious answer was the biggest flaw: Hood had never met him in person. The person who communicated with Hood remotely in Bancheng before was the so-called 'Mr. Mo'!
"Aha, other people have also been misled. The female anchor and the top brass of the Blood Flame Order have all proven this!
"I knew, how could such an extraordinary species suddenly appear in the world?"
The live broadcast of Zeolite Beach at this time was the brief communication time between Ronan and Hood. None of those present seemed to feel anything was wrong.
Many participants in the remote video conference were also quite indifferent to this - of course, Yan Hong lacked sensitivity to these.
Ronan began to arrange specific tasks with a steady, concise and clear voice.
The only disturbance was Yan Hong's loud voice and body movements that made him want to dance.
Yan Yongbo felt that his father's appearance was largely an over-stressed reaction to Ronan's speech just now on the reconstruction of format theory with "four ends and four layers".
Yan Hong strongly criticized Ronan's current behavior: "The guy who is making a fuss..."
"Dr. Yan."
Finally, someone couldn't help but say: "I asked you to come here because you are the founder of the prototype format theory and an expert in Burner transformation technology. I need you to provide some technical explanations. In other fields, I think there will be more professional ones." people for analysis.”
"But……"
Yan Hong originally wanted to defend himself, but he caught the eye of one of the big men present at the meeting, and his face became stiff. He paused for a moment before speaking again, his voice already lowered by at least two octaves:
"Yes, I understand."
The world suddenly became much cleaner, and Ronan's voice of assigning tasks became clearer. One sentence after another, the meaning was very clear, but soon it became a little confusing due to version and authorization issues.
Whether you are in person or watching the live broadcast, you will inevitably have doubts.
Among the participants, someone said: "The movement product has developed to the seventh generation. The differences in versions and permissions before and after are too complicated and it seems not good... What is Deep Blue's plan?"
Yan Hong is quite familiar with these: "The current settings are relatively clear. Even though there are many types and versions due to different trends in the development laboratory, production department, and commercial secondary development, the permissions are still clearly demarcated. There are three categories, namely basic permissions, application permissions and experimental permissions.
"The basic category includes the first and second generations; the application category includes the third, fourth, and fifth generations; and the experimental category includes the sixth and seventh generations. The ratio of the three is strictly calculated to ensure that a balance point can be found between application security and technological progress. .”
It's money and control.
Yan Yongbo curled his lips without looking over there, only looking at Ronan's exchanges with Hu De and Shi Xinhe on the beach. To be more precise, it was unilateral indoctrination.
He was very interested in some of the new terms:
Standard...array?
The debate over video conferencing continues, and some people have suggested that if the military AB group is included, there will be more than three categories of permission settings.
This is a common topic. Yan Hong said: "We have been communicating and coordinating, which involves technical cooperation and transfer, as well as some cost and income issues. After all, the Deep Blue Project is also a self-operated entity and needs to return returns to shareholders... …”
This is far from a technical issue, but there is no way. This is Yan Hong's current area of expertise, so his voice became louder unconsciously.
Until a participant interrupted him again:
"After talking for a long time, are you sure Ronan's experiment can't be carried out?"
"Of course!" Yan Hong replied decisively.
In the live broadcast at this time, Ronan was asking Shi Xinhe to build a formatted space, but Shi Xinhe looked embarrassed.
Yan Hong laughed and became more proactive. He explained the technical background to the attendees at a machine-gun speed, piercing through the messy logic behind Ronan's calm face:
"The authority barriers formed by different generations of products are determined by both the movement architecture and the direction of human body modification. From basic to advanced iteration, these two barriers must be broken through every time...and every time it is completed, , they will be even stronger!”
"Under this general premise, there is still some research value in top-down compatibility. In turn, you have to let the lower-level authorities cross two or even four barriers, pull the upper-level authorities, and complete the high-level coordination and integration of the formatted space. , isn’t this a joke?
"This has no meaning at all!"
Yan Hong's high-pitched emotions and tune create an effect similar to an aria.
He pointed at the live broadcast screen and said with great momentum: "A researcher like this can tell at a glance that he has only carried out basic transformation and has at most two types of permissions, that is, application permissions. He is required to be the axis to integrate people like Hood. Experimental permissions are simply crazy, and it also exposes Ronan’s ignorance of the Burners and the Deep Blue Platform..."
On the beach, Ronan was signaling Shi Xinhe to unleash the flames of style, but the latter's expression was really hard to describe. In the eyes of people watching the live broadcast, it was also a bit funny.
So, with Yan Hong chattering in the background, the participants began a free discussion:
"If this experiment cannot continue, why will we watch the live broadcast?"
"Deep Blue and Tianqi have authorized it. I need that Hood to cooperate."
"We also need to notify the military to follow up." "Looking at it this way, it's really messy... But there won't be money if it's not messy!"
Yan Yongbo listened to the somewhat confusing speech, his eyes remained on the live video, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
"Cheers to the steady stream of profits!" Mou Dong suddenly raised the coffee cup in his hand and laughed loudly, shattering the already somewhat distorted atmosphere of the meeting.
Most of the other attendees gave him face and laughed a few times in agreement.
At the end, Mou Zhong raised his glass to Yan Yongbo, and the latter only responded by dipping his lips with water symbolically to hide his overly mocking expression.
At this time, Ronan was like giving a demonstration to a child. He was afraid that Shi Xinhe wouldn't understand, so he stretched out his hand to indicate.
Yan Hong's volume and tone have returned to their peak,
"The Burner is essentially a product that combines a highly conceptualized configuration with a highly idealized natural human body state. Precisely because of the conceptualization, each new generation is a major change in design ideas; precisely because of the idealization, it will also have an impact on the human body. The transformation puts forward stringent physical and technical requirements. The 'prescriptiveness' of the two is the most solid foundation for the Burner's transformation technology, and it is also the most powerful barrier. It is not strong..."
The next second, a pale flame, under the double refraction of the glass and clear water, swayed across Yan Yongbo's eyes and cheeks.
He was startled for a moment. The mountain spring water that soaked his lips was obviously cool, but at this moment, a burning and burning sensation hit him unscrupulously.
Yan Yongbo instinctively moved the cup back as if he had been burned, but the movement was too large and the position was not correct. Water droplets from the half-full cup splashed onto his front.
But Yan Yongbo didn't make any extra moves next. He kept the posture of pouring a glass of water on his chest, staring directly at the projection area, at the live broadcast screen, at the faint but clear cluster in Ronan's palm, which was more powerful. A unique light "flame".
The sound in his ears became extremely clear after a brief period of confusion. In the entire room, in the entire remote meeting scene, only Yan Hong's voice was left, screaming in a trembling manner:
"no no……"
Yan Hong probably wanted to say something like "impossible", but under the sudden impact, the founder of the "prototype format" and an authoritative expert in the field of Burner modification was like an old repeater, stuck. After two times, he began to repeat on the verge of collapse:
"Don't rush it! Don't rush it! Don't rush it..."
By the third tone, Yan Hong's vocal cords had lost their vibrating energy.
He made no other movements, and his body functions were blocked. He only had a blank line of sight, sweeping through the chaotic and intertwined spatial images, as if he wanted to hook onto something and maintain the minimum balance.
After entering this room, Yan Yongbo looked at the scene of the video conference for the first time, looking at the father who was using the most ridiculous way to attract people's attention...
However, when a truly brilliant person stands opposite, who would care about an old man who is shouting hoarsely?
Is this a lifelong destiny?
The eyes of father and son intertwined, and there might be some communication... But even Yan Yongbo himself was not so sure.
The next second, Yan Hong rolled his eyes upwards and fell backwards, completely out of the camera range.
Yan Yongbo's eyes twitched, but his face remained expressionless overall, and he turned his gaze again. And when he looked at the live broadcast again, the young man who had acted as a matter of course from beginning to end finally twisted his cheek muscles, and the blood vessels in the corners of his eyes suddenly swelled and became densely woven like a web.
Mou Dong looked at him sideways.
I also happened to see a ball of blazing white flame that was far more solid than Ronan's demonstration, bursting out from the palm of Yan Yongbo's hand and brushing against the cup he was holding.
The wall of the cup cracks, the water boils, and in one breath, it either flows out or evaporates, leaving the cup empty.
Feeling Mou Dong's gaze, Yan Yongbo also turned his eyes and faced each other. Half a second later, under the pressure of extraordinary power, Yan Yongbo still lowered his eyes, gently placed the glass that might break at any time on the edge of the desk, and then leaned forward:
"I'm sorry, my father is not in good health. Please allow me to make inquiries."
"Unfortunately, it's a critical moment... I understand, please help yourself." Mou Dong raised the empty cup again as a farewell. He was sure that Yan Yongbo would never come back to this room again.
And just when Yan Yongbo opened the door to go out, intermittent gasps, exclamations and even curses could be heard in the remote meeting scene.
Yan Yongbo paused for a moment, but in the end he strode out without looking back.
