Day 15 01:00
SwordArc Inc's product launch is scheduled for April 16th at 10am Pacific Time, which translates to 1am Beijing time on April 17th.
At 00:50, Song Ran was disturbed by the pre-set alarm clock, and sat sleepily on the head of the bed and yawned. When he was more awake, he turned his head to look at Boob, and the unfortunate child really fell asleep and turned into a running Tibetan antelope. He adjusted his sleeping position for Bubu, climbed out of bed slowly, pulled his slippers to the kitchen to make a cup of milk tea, then jumped on the sofa with a mug in his hand, sat cross-legged, picked up a wool blanket and wrapped it around him, as a monk Dressed in a cassock.
The old second-hand notebook was placed on the coffee table. He reached out and knocked on it, and opened the website that He Zhiyuan had given him.
The live broadcast page is swiped from top to bottom. From the title to the illustration, without exception, it is all in English.
"For love, all for love."
He rested his chin in comfort, his eyelids drooping lower.
The video area also showed "Signal is connecting", the living room was silent, and a mass of sweet steam spread out from the cup, steaming Songran's face. In a moment of drowsiness, he raised his head and woke up, put down the cup, and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.
When he returned to the living room refreshed, the video signal was just connected.
The press conference started on time, and the overhead camera swept across the circular Hammer Theater from multiple angles. There were nearly 3,000 people in the venue, and the seats were full, and a large area was almost invisible. The lights gradually dimmed, and the audience burst into applause for more than half a minute. A man with light chestnut hair leaped onto the main stage amid the applause, raised his hands high, greeted the audience handsomely, and loudly said "thank you" several times. The applause from the audience was even more enthusiastic, and a wave of climax was set off. The posture was comparable to the appearance of a superstar at a concert.
A line of words appeared on the live screen: CEO, Carl Kraus.
Song Ran is down.
The strange company that Mr. He works for, even the president is so casual
Carl has a pair of gray-blue eyes, deep and affectionate, but his personality is seriously inconsistent with it, more hippie than more hippie. When the company was small, he could turn a press conference into a rave party. Over the years, he has restrained a lot under the supervision of He Zhiyuan, but Yu Wei is still there, and the audience is still excited when they see him, always thinking that the next is a talk show.
No matter what, the professionalism is still there.
Carl warmed up for a minute, threw out a few prepared jokes to liven up the atmosphere, then cut to the chase and introduced the basics of the conference. Occasionally, the camera swept across the auditorium off the field, and there were many Asian faces in the front row, looking very much like engineers. Song Ran became interested and guessed which one of them would be Mr. He.
However, he was quickly drawn to what was being played on the long screen.
This is a well-made story video, short and rich, about the evolution of SwordArc's S- and T-series robots from the first to the sixth generation.
They originated from a course project in Carl and He Zhiyuan's student days. They went out of the laboratory during their Ph.D. and transformed into two mature products - the S series is good at inspecting crowded areas, such as commercial plazas, while the T series is good at inspecting people in a wide area Sparse areas, such as logistics distribution centers.
In the first generation, they only had a single monitoring function, and the cruising route had to be entered in advance, which was extremely poor in adaptability, and did not have any learning ability. They could only act as mobile cameras and alarms. He Zhiyuan was not satisfied with this, and decided to move closer to the direction of artificial intelligence. The S series and T series were constantly updated, and they became what they are today.
Taking the S series as an example, it has learned to find its own way and is exposed to an unfamiliar environment. It can construct a three-dimensional space structure while traveling; it can also count the number of people passing by, and plan a dynamic inspection according to the flow of people and the law of time. route; after one to two weeks of service, the amount of data it collects is enough to segment the mall map into safe, common, and high-risk areas, rather than assigning rigid weights.
For passers-by who appear in the camera, it can distinguish between normal behavior and abnormal behavior, and even notice abnormal emotions. It can directly understand the graphics and text on most billboards, handbags, gift bags and clothing. All S-Series robots in a mall will communicate with each other and work together, even in environments without Wi-Fi.
The S series and T series have developed from generation to generation, and the functions have become more sophisticated and practical. However, the protagonists of this conference are not the S7 and T7, but the freshly released home version - Q7.
Small, cute and caring.
As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small and complete, the Q7 works in a home far smaller than the business district, but it condenses all the essence of the S and T series since the sixth generation. In the face of simpler relationships, it needs to deal with more delicate emotions, grow with the whole family, guard its safety, and also guard its integrity and well-being.
Song Ran only understood a little bit of Carl's explanation. With the pictures, he roughly understood that the little Q, who seemed to be the weakest, was the top priority of this conference.
This gave him a sense of pride in his own child being the only one favored.
He waited eagerly for Carl to speak, but Carl finished his part three minutes later, walked to the left of the stage, and shook hands with the next upcoming speaker.
During the handover, the camera cut to the distant view of the stage, Song Ran couldn't see the speaker's face, and vaguely identified through the black and bright hair color that it was probably an Asian male, tall and straight. The man took two long legs and walked towards the center of the stage under the chasing of the spotlight. His steps were neat and steady, with his own town effect.
Well, it seems that this company still has reliable senior management.
Song Ran gave it a point.
When the man stood still on the stage and turned to face the audience, the camera switched to a close-up in time, so that his upper body appeared in the picture.
bang.
The mug accidentally fell over, and Song Ran's pants were splashed with hot milk tea. He couldn't feel the heat at all, he stared blankly at the screen, his Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and swallowed the saliva in his mouth.
Did he... see the Infiniti God
Or a hallucination
No, not a hallucination, because the male god is no longer limited to static sketches with fixed angles, he breaks free from the constraints of dimensionality and smiles at the camera, polite, gentle and confident. Then, he reached out to adjust the position of the microphone, greeted the audience, and began to speak.
When a familiar voice came from the sound, Song Ran was shocked on the spot, and the last thin blood strip was empty.
First there is a blank for more than ten seconds.
During the blank period, time seemed to stand still, and his brain couldn't think about anything, no matter how broad or detailed, because what he saw with his own eyes was not compatible with what he heard with his own ears. They repel each other, like a Phillips screwdriver forcing a hexagon bolt, and it can't be inserted, can't turn, and even the thinking freezes.
The face of the Infiniti God appeared on the screen, and Mr. He's voice appeared on the speakers. They were in perfect sync. They were also squeezed desperately in Song Ran's heart. It was originally one with this voice.
But how could it be
What reason do they have to be one
Song Ran thought hard and couldn't understand at all.
Slowly, as the speech continued, Song Ran saw more movements of the male god: laughing, raising eyebrows, nodding, waving hands... The voice changed accordingly, fitting the shape of the lips and the subtle expressions every second.
The frequencies match, so resonance occurs.
The originally incompatible appearance and voice began to merge little by little, entangled with each other, and seamlessly intertwined, stirring up a rhythm that made Song Ran's heart tremble - the man talking on the stage was his Mr. He.
Also his Infiniti male god.
A flower buds quietly, bursting into buds on the branches. With that insignificant blushing as the center, countless nearby branches are gradually smudged in color, spreading up to the sky, down to the ground, everywhere is the spring heart that is about to bloom.
Song Ran covered her mouth, her eyes were red, and her vision was covered with a layer of water vapor.
He felt that he was very unsatisfactory, and hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeves, but the water vapor still rushed up, condensed into water, and slipped from the corner of his eyes to his chin.
"You, why are you like this..."
Holding the notebook, he looked at the man on the screen, obviously crying, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
For the next few minutes, Songran fell into a state of happiness and dizziness. He took off his pajamas soaked with milk tea, sat on the sofa with his big white legs bare, with a pillow in his arms, and stared at the live broadcast with an obsessive face. Words with unknown meanings have become cute, plop, plop, like jumping hearts.
Come and see, this man standing on the stage, he is calm and graceful, and he has attracted thousands of focused eyes outside the camera.
You all go away, he belongs to me alone, don't think about it.
Song Ran opened his mouth and bit the corner of the pillow, full of sweet taste.
In the past 15 days, he has only seen the gentle, mature, and sultry side of He Zhiyuan's life. Now that he has seen his working state with his own eyes, he realizes that this man has an extremely dazzling other side - a pure technical background, who controls the field. The ability is not inferior to Carl, who was born in business. He speaks freely, his eyes are sharp, and the long screen behind him switches one by one according to his rhythm, without the slightest mistake, as smooth as if he had been rehearsed more than a hundred times.
Serious men are sexier than ever.
When Song Ran thought that such a man had put on a nightgown after taking a shower in the middle of the night, exposed his chest, and called him "Baby" in a slightly sticky and erotic voice, his heart felt like a blow to his bones, and his waist was melted. Soft, short of breath, numb bones.
Enough is enough, people will be killed.
badass.
Song Ran scolded He Zhiyuan in the picture with a tone like a shy little daughter-in-law.
But at this time, he didn't know that the blockbuster that could really kill him was still behind.
Halfway through the process of introducing Q7, He Zhiyuan didn't know what to say. The lighting began to dim layer by layer, and then went out completely, and darkness enveloped the entire theater. Three seconds later, as several bright lights in the sky shot in all directions, a living room full of sunlight suddenly descended into the theater.
Floating leafy greenery, animal mugs, painted cards, minimalist line interiors, Mondrian's plaid...
With the huge ring wall of the amphitheater as the curtain, the living room of 8012B is perfectly and shockingly presented in front of 3,000 audiences through 360-degree panoramic projection.
Meow.
Somewhere first a sweet cat meow rang out.
A big cat with a beautiful coat took small steps, passed the "restaurant" of the main stage briskly, followed the theater wall to the "balcony" at the rear, found a place with the best sunlight, and lay down comfortably. sleep.
It looked naive and caused a small commotion in the audience.
Then, Song Ran saw himself.
He was dressed quite at home that day, a washed and faded cotton T-shirt, a pair of old pajama pants that covered the instep - the one that had just been splashed with half a cup of milk tea, his hair was a little messy, and by coincidence it seemed like it had just been blown, The image is quite photogenic. He walked over to the wine cabinet with a bottle of cleaning spray and a rag, crouched down, and began to carefully wipe the glass door.
Then, he saw Boob in a little yellow duck pajamas walking in, leaning on his waist, approaching him silently, pounced on his neck from behind, and gave him a loving peck.
He turns around and catches Boo Boo, lifting him up high.
The children wriggled and laughed, the blurry sunlight framing them with a halo.
Screen switching.
He accompanies Boob to sit at the table to cut paper. Boob bows his head, his movements are a little clumsy, but his demeanor is very serious. After cutting a bunny, he excitedly raised it to the camera and asked, "Dad, is the bunny cute?"
A line of English subtitles appeared below: Daddy, is my bunny cute
The screen switches again.
At eleven o'clock that day, Boob fell asleep on the sofa. Budoudou jumped up on the armrest of the sofa, lowered his head, and touched his forehead with the tip of his wet nose. Then it went to the side of Boob and lay down, buried its head in the shoulder socket, and rested with him obediently. Song Ran brought a thin quilt from the bedroom, bent down, and covered the cloth.
The video has been edited, and the overall picture is not long. The scenes of them cleaning in 8012B that day flashed one after another.
The audience watched it seriously, and He Zhiyuan on the stage watched it more seriously.
In the last scene of the video, Bobu hugs the cat and Songran hugs Boob. The two of them squatted in front of Xiao Q and said to the camera, "The house has been cleaned, when are you going home?"
The voice fell, and the scene was frozen. Except for their smiling faces on the main stage screen, the rest of the ring projection disappeared, and the theater lights came back on.
Song Ran looked at the smiling self, still in a trance.
It feels like... It's like you admire a singer, but because you are too poor to buy tickets for his concert, you can only watch the live broadcast at home sadly, watching it, and suddenly find yourself appearing as a VCR special guest. .
Or the kind of big coffee who is qualified to wear no makeup without makeup.
Omg.
When Song Ran reacted to the mysterious level of this matter, he was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.
The video has ended, and He Zhiyuan on the stage did not move. The camera moves in to give him a close-up: he looks up at the two people frozen on screen, his dark brown eyes overflowing with emotion.
"Honey, I'll go home tomorrow."
He said so.
He used the simplest vocabulary, spoke clearly, and spoke slowly, so that even Song Ran could understand—in fact, Song Ran was almost sure that He Zhiyuan specifically said this to him.
Song Ran understood the literal meaning, and the audience under the stage heard the unspoken meaning.
There were a few more discussions in the originally quiet atmosphere. At first, it was relatively small, but after everyone understood it, it inevitably became noisy.
Someone shouted something in the air, He Zhiyuan smiled and replied, "Yes, I don't deny it."
After a few seconds of silence, there was a burst of warm applause, mixed with loud cheers and whistles.
He Zhiyuan could distinguish the primary from the secondary, and did not stay on this episode for too long. He stood there smiling, waiting for the applause to subside, before moving on to the next topic and getting the speech back on track.
The press conference was still going on, Song Ran looked at the calm Mr. He on the screen, hugged the pillow tightly, and bit her lip hard.
He doesn't understand, but he understands in his heart.
He knew what the man had asked Mr. He - it wasn't hard to guess.
But why would you admit it? why
Stupid or not.
We've only known each other for fifteen days, and we haven't even met each other. In such a long time in the future, you still have the opportunity to meet more suitable people. You let so many people see me, and you choose to go public on such an important occasion, you can never break up with me again.
Mr. He, from now on, you will be stamped and stamped by me, and you can only be Mr. He that belongs to me alone.