CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 31: INSECT MAN

She felt that the aura of that person was a bit strange, very familiar, yet filled with unfamiliarity.

Indescribable.

Secretary Bai took them to a high-end restaurant on the sixteenth floor of a plaza for a meal.

The first floor of that place happened to be a large supermarket, and as they entered through the main entrance, they saw hundreds of gaming pods placed in the hall.

There was a large screen ahead, playing a video of the mecha designed by Xue Huiyi being driven.

Small groups of people lined up, some were young, and others were middle-aged.

The atmosphere was buzzing.

"What’s going on here?" they curiously asked a passerby as they walked by.

"The Xue Family is holding an event, offering a free experience driving the latest model of the mecha."

Su Xiaocai was surprised, thinking it was quite a grand gesture to use so many resources just to promote a mecha.

But it was indeed impressive that a mecha could attract so much attention.

Hu Ping and Wu Qingqing both pouted simultaneously.

Hu Ping purely disliked Xue Huiyi, while Wu Qingqing felt Su Xiaocai was more impressive.

"What’s there to see?" They voiced in unison, drawing death stares from those in the queue.

They quickly pulled back their disdain, playing dumb.

Actually, this wave of promotion by the Xue Family was quite interesting.

They didn’t deliberately elevate Xue Huiyi, yet by showing the designer’s name in the short film, it invisibly increased Xue Huiyi’s reputation.

It seems the Xue Family would need to consider the public’s opinion if they want to change heirs in the future.

Voices praising Xue Huiyi came one after another, and both President Hu and Wu Zhaoxiang sighed in unison, "If my factory (company) had such an outstanding designer, the mecha would have been sold a long time ago."

Su Xiaocai: "..."

An excellent mecha designer is crucial to a mecha factory.

So crucial that even billion-dollar company presidents would want to seek one.

During the meal, President Hu asked Su Xiaocai what major she was studying.

"At the Agricultural Research Institute."

President Hu almost choked on his tea, utterly shocked.

His expression of shock was no different from Wu Zhaoxiang’s before, who handed him a handkerchief, "Brother, it’s not uncommon for young people to cross disciplines in their studies, no need to be so surprised. A farmer who is not a game developer is not a good farmer, coder is a kind of farmer after all."

"Shut up, Wu Dog."

Secretary Bai, unlike bosses Wu Zhaoxiang and President Hu, was not so calm and politely asked, "Miss Su, is it convenient for you to disclose how long it took to make this game?"

"It doesn’t matter whether it’s convenient or not, I’ve been making games for ten years. When I was five, I heard a lot about battlefields from my dad, and I started building this game."

She couldn’t say more specifically, who would have thought there was artificial intelligence involved behind it.

In this era, there are also projects building artificial intelligence, the largest project being with the Law Enforcement Department.

It is rumored online that the Law Enforcement Department’s AI is intelligent enough to find criminal evidence.

However, the components are vast and hard to move.

Wu Zhaoxiang looked at his daughter, while President Hu glanced at Hu Ping.

The two heirs are still in a state where they need to ask their families for money to survive, nearly twenty years old and still indulging without pressure.

While Su Xiaocai began considering solving social issues at five years old.

Nearly twenty years old and still indulging without pressure.

Hu Ping didn’t catch on to his father’s disapproving look.

President Hu had to tug his face, "You’re graduating soon, have you thought about your future? Look at others and learn."

"I can’t learn it." Hu Ping peeled a shrimp, popping it into his mouth, "Our brains are not the same. If you have the guts, let me go to the Agricultural Research Institute and learn from my junior."

President Hu was frustrated: "Your mouth never stops, even when you’re eating."

"You’re the one asking me to talk." Hu Ping complained about his father’s contradictory behavior. Wanting his son to excel but not wanting him to suffer, how absurd.

He could continue being a playboy mecha enthusiast, wouldn’t that make the old man more at ease!

That meal left both presidents with heartburn, eating two bowls more, feeling a bit bloated.

The first-floor hall was crowded with people, bustling with activity.

Every player who had driven the new model mecha was smiling brightly.

The group, full from their meal, wanted to take a walk and avoid the crowd, so they headed to the other side to leave, originally entering through the east gate, now needing to bypass to the west gate.

The majority were heading towards the east gate, forcing them to move against the flow, occasionally brushing shoulders with others.

A strong man’s arm bumped into Su Xiaocai.

Su Xiaocai looked up, a sudden chill rising in her heart, intuition led her to grasp the man’s arm.

It was the same person who had bumped into her before.

Coincidentally, Su Xiaocai saw the man’s pupils contract, the entire eyeball transforming, with a grid-like pattern appearing on the whites of the eyes, and the pupils becoming a vertical slit.