Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Fan Youcai's words made those subordinates tremble in fright, the cold sweat on their forehead kept breaking out, and tremblingly said:

"...Fan...President Fan...It's not that we are careless...There are too many people in the capital, and it is really hard to find a yellow-haired beggar...A hundred or so of us can't see it. Less, but not enough at all..."

Hearing the words of his subordinates, Mr. Fan's temper exploded completely. He suddenly pulled out the samurai sword that was placed behind him, and slashed it on the brand-new desk surface, startling his subordinates.

"What a yellow-haired beggar, that's a talent!"

In an instant, Mr. Fan's eyes stared like copper bells, and his nose fluttered, obviously extremely angry.

"Also...you've got shit on your head! Just such a bunch of people looking for it all over the street? Don't you know how to post advertisements? Don't you know how to offer rewards? Do you need me to teach you such a simple thing?"

"...Then...President Fan...How appropriate..."

One of his subordinates mustered up his courage, raised his head and asked cautiously, the face of Mr. Fan who was opposite him was dark and ugly.

"...20, 30, [-], I don't need you to save it for me! As long as I can find talents, I am willing to spend any amount! I have plenty of money!"

Fan Youcai wantonly vented the anger in his heart, spitting far away from his mouth, forcing his subordinates to close their eyes frequently to cover them, but no one dared to think of avoiding them.

"President Fan, I see. I'll send all of them to distribute leaflets, advertise, and post missing person notices. No matter what, I will definitely find the person for you!"

Hearing what his subordinates said, the anger in Mr. Fan's heart finally calmed down a little, he glared at the group of people viciously, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily:

"Then get out of here quickly! If you can't find anyone, don't come back! Get out of here!!!"

As Fan Youcai said, he waved the samurai sword in his hand again and again, frightening his subordinates to flee in a hurry, fearing that Fan Youcai might accidentally maim half of them, they would have nothing to reason with...

"Damn it! I'm so pissed off... a bunch of trash!"

Jingle Bell

At this moment, the phone on the table rang. Fan Youcai turned around and put the samurai sword on the table casually. When he saw the imprint of the sword on the table, he frowned.

"Damn, finance, buy me a new desk, and the money will be deducted from the wages of those bastards!"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone aggressively, and responded impatiently:

"Hey, who is it? What do you want me to do?"

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"What? People in the old city were arrested? Why?"

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"Picking quarrels and provoking trouble? If his mother disagrees with the demolition, is it called picking quarrels and provoking trouble? Is there any law?"

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"Still extorting? The lawyer's letter has been handed over? Let us compensate for the loss? The company's funds have been frozen?"

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"No, who is the gangster between us and Xinghuo? Why do I feel that he is more gangster than us?"

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In the villa, listening to Vice President Zhang's report, Wang Xuebin responded one after another, as if he didn't care at all.

"...Now the project is advancing, Mr. Wang, is there anything else you need to explain?"

"It's gone, you can do as you please, as long as it is within the scope of the law, do as you please..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, we are a law-abiding company, and we have nothing to do with breaking the law!"

"Oh, remember what you said!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the beautiful woman beside him, and said softly:

"Silly girl, hang up the phone!"

"Okay, brother Xuebin!"

A silly girl in a pearl white dress with a cute expression, heard Wang Xuebin's order, raised her hand, and the screen in front of her disappeared immediately, and the simple and honest smile of Vice President Zhang also disappeared from his sight.

"Well, how do you feel wearing this outfit?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the silly girl couldn't help but look down at her new clothes, with the same expression on her face, she nodded and smiled and said:

"I like it very much, brother Xuebin, with this dress, silly girl feels more beautiful!"

"I'm not asking you about this, I'm asking about your function.

For example, can the signal in 2060, or other similar products, actively lock your existence through some means? "

Silly girl paused when she heard the words, closed her eyes gently, stayed for a while, then turned her head to look at Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"Brother Xuebin, the clothes you made are amazing. As long as the silly girl refuses, there will be no signal to lock the silly girl's position, and there is another function for the silly girl!"

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin frowned and nodded silently.

"...As long as you don't want to, others can't find you...What do you think?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Sha Niu showed a hesitant expression, then shook her head gently, and said sincerely:

"Silly girl is just a mobile phone. A mobile phone has no ideas. Brother Xuebin wants to do what silly girl wants, so she can do whatever she wants!"

"No idea?"

Hearing what the silly girl said, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. He looked up and down at the silly girl who was more than twice as beautiful as before, and said with a smile:

"...Sooner or later, I hope to see a silly girl with feelings, not a machine that only obeys orders!

The upper limit of the machine is locked. Only with feelings can we break through the limit and have infinite possibilities!

You have this potential, but it is covered up by some mysterious and powerful charms. When you break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, you can truly get rid of the identity of a mobile phone and become a veritable artificial intelligence! "

"emotion?"

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, the silly girl didn't know why, but she felt a throbbing in her heart, looked up at the indifferent Wang Xuebin, and asked hesitantly:

"...Brother Xuebin, are feelings really that important?"

"Ha ha..."

Wang Xuebin raised his head and smiled, stood up slowly, and walked towards the backyard. The silly girl on the side saw Wang Xuebin's movements, and quickly got up and followed.

"...Of course, feelings are of course the most important thing!