The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

International academic conferences like this usually hold a welcome party on the second night.The party is held in the hotel's own garden, with an open-air swimming pool, a self-service bar, and everything you need for drinks and food.

Pu Yiyang originally didn't want to come here at all.He had been avoiding Lu Yuxing all afternoon, he hadn't listened to much of the lecture, and he was thinking about the messy things in DELTA, and now he was exhausted, his procrastinating movements were even more procrastinating, and his head was almost on his chest when he walked.

Reluctantly, Chang Yuan gave him instructions that the reception is a necessary part of academic exchanges, and he must show up here as an explanation to his mentor who is far away in Jiangcheng.

Pu Yiyang was standing next to a pillar in the porch, rubbing his sleepy eyes, seeing a person with a wine glass and a black tie passing by, he grabbed it, and asked in English: "Do you have any coke here? "

"Coke?" The man smiled, stretched out his hand to call for a real waiter, ordered a few words, and then asked Pu Yiyang, "Mr. Pu, which brand do you like to drink? I'll ask someone to buy it."

Pu Yiyang took a closer look, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "It's Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, don't bother."

Wu Zheng was in a suit and leather shoes, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand.He smiled at Pu Yiyang, told the waiter to leave, and handed a glass of wine to the person opposite.

"Mr. Pu still has jet lag?" He asked casually, the smile on the corner of his mouth was not overly enthusiastic, but also showed a bit of polite concern.

"Fortunately, I'm always lazy and want to sleep at any time." Pu Yiyang was a little surprised at first, not understanding why Wu Zheng appeared here. With a small FREE, I suddenly understood, "I didn't expect FREE to be interested in sponsoring academic conferences."

Wu Zheng smiled: "We are originally a technology company, and of course we have a strong interest in the latest progress in academic research."

This was said with a sincere attitude and a perfect demeanor. Another shadow flashed in Pu Yiyang's mind, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Sure enough, this Mr. Wu looked more like the president of a big company like FREE than someone else.

"FREE is great," he said sincerely. "How can any company be willing to support basic scientific research these days."

Wu Zheng raised his glass to him: "Since you think it's good, does Mr. Na Pu have any idea to work in our company?"

Pu Yiyang was taken aback.

Originally thought that Wu Zheng just came to exchange some pleasantries with him out of politeness, but he didn't expect that he would throw an olive branch to him so directly.

"That's not it, what are you doing now?" He held the cup and laughed twice, "But I'm really ignorant, and I just got scolded by your boss Xiang two days ago, President Wu, you really think too highly of me La."

Wu Zheng apologized and said, "Xiaohong's temper is a little bit too big, but it's just making trouble, Mr. Pu, don't take it to heart."

Pu Yiyang was even more frightened, and hurriedly said: "Where is it, don't dare."

Give him a thousand or eight hundred guts, but he wouldn't even dare to show his face to that Xiaoxiang Boss.If one is not careful, the other party pulls the trigger, and one's own head will be lost.

Wu Zheng: "It's fine if you don't mind. We FREE are in need of talents like Mr. Pu. I think Xiaohong will understand in the future."

What a gentle and tolerant attitude of an elder, compared with the two, Pu Yiyang's affection for Wu Zheng has increased again.

There was also a bit more sincerity in what he said: "Mr. Wu, FREE's technology is already absolutely leading in the game industry, and I really can't think of what else I can contribute."

Wu Zheng shook his head: "Mr. Pu's words are probably wrong. There are still many things that FREE wants to do but can't do, and Mr. Pu can do more things."

Pu Yiyang frowned: "For example?"

"Did you see that flower?" Wu Zheng pointed to the flowers wrapped around the pillars above their heads, "We stand here, we can see this flower when we look up, and we can smell the smell of flowers when we get closer. These are Because we are here, the flowers are also here. And in today’s DELTA, I remember that Mr. Pu also plays our game-now DELTA can do it, the flowers are not here, but it makes you think it is here.”

Pu Yiyang nodded: "This is the meaning of brain-computer access."

The birth of DELTA back then was an epoch-making initiative not only in the game industry, but also for the entire world.

Because it has completely changed the way of life of human beings in a sense.

"Yes, this is the significance of this technology. Our human brains have finally been liberated from our hands, feet and eyes." Wu Zheng's words were naturally provocative, and Pu Yiyang could imagine seeing this man How to conquer the press conference again and again, "Human consciousness, or the soul, is the greatest. But the great soul was locked in a small cage in the past. People in the past, throughout their lives, only We can walk through limited paths and see limited views. How sad it is that they all live like frogs in the well? And the dry well that has always trapped us and prevented us from touching the wider world is our body."

Pu Yiyang was also infected unknowingly: "Now people can have many experiences that were not possible before, and even roam the universe."

"Yes, DELTA. Mr. Pu likes DELTA, right?" Wu Zheng smiled warmly, "I like DELTA too. This is the evolution direction of human technology. Mr. Pu must understand what I mean. In the past, vehicles And airplanes liberated human legs, cameras and movies liberated people's eyes, and DELTA has taken this freedom a big step forward. We have completely liberated human perception. Now, it is time for us to go further went one step further.”

He tapped his temple with his right hand finger, looked at Pu Yiyang meaningfully, and then turned his gaze into the distance.

Pu Yiyang suddenly guessed what he wanted to say: "You mean, the human brain."

"I knew that Mr. Pu thought so too." Wu Zheng's voice was filled with clear joy, "The current brain-computer interface technology can only allow people to enter a world for a short time. Restricted. Just like you want to smell the flower, the flower does not have to be here, but you still need to be here. People still rely on the body to support the brain, and the brain supports the consciousness. Mr. Pu, don’t you think , Compared with the purity and lightness of the soul, is our body too big and too cumbersome? Even here, there are more than 1000 grams of protein. These may be unnecessary."

Pu Yiyang's nose wrinkled slightly, and he scratched his eyebrows: "Mr. Wu, to be honest, I think what you said is a bit sci-fi."

"I remember we were talking about goals?" Wu Zheng didn't think it was disobedient, "Mr. Pu, one must have a dream in life. You must have your own dream."

Pu Yiyang's heart seemed to be hit lightly by something.

He was silent for a moment, but he still asked the question: "Mr. Wu, you actually want to talk to Professor Lu, right? The research he is doing is what FREE wants."

When talking about that research, his heart still inevitably stings.

"Yes, Professor Lu has his dream," Wu Zheng said noncommittally, with a reassuring smile on his face, but his eyes were looking directly at Pu Yiyang, "But as I said, Mr. Pu, there are some things , only you can do it."

Pu Yiyang's expression changed.

He clearly felt what Wu Zheng's words meant.As the vice president, the other party condescended to talk to him about the goal of FREE, and it must not be a whim.

Who told Wu Zheng to come and look for him?

Is it Lu Yuxing?Can't it be Xiang Hong?Could it be that...Wu Zheng knew about his relationship with that man?

There was a roar in his heart, hesitating whether to open his mouth to test Wu Zheng.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there seemed to be a little commotion at the entrance of the garden. A woman was speaking loudly in Chinese, and a large group of security guards rushed in that direction.There were staff members running towards them.

"Sorry, Mr. Pu, I have something to deal with," Wu Zheng noticed, and said apologetically, "I think we still have many opportunities to talk again."

After he finished speaking, he lightly clinked glasses with Pu Yiyang, and hurried away with the staff.

Pu Yiyang stayed where he was, holding his glass of wine silently, his mind drifting away unconsciously.

Dreams, what dreams does he have?

Maybe there really was.

At that time, he was still a child of seven or eight years old, and the greatest pleasure every day was to squat in the man's office, pick up the draft papers full of words written by the man one by one, and play with origami airplanes.

The man asked him, Yangyang, why do you like airplanes so much?

He said to the man at that time, because he wanted to fly to the sky in a plane.

The man said, it's ok, after Dad finishes his work for a while, he will take Yangyang to the big plane to play.

He shook his head and said no, that plane would not work, he wanted a bigger plane so that he could fly higher and faster, he wanted to fly all the way to the stars.

How did the man answer him?

This question is obviously just a casual joke of a child who is so stupid that he is bubbling, but the man squatted down, put the planes made of draft paper into his hands, stroked his head, and said to him seriously said a word.

The man said, yes, there will be such a day.Dad let you fly to space.

"Obviously he's a math guy, what are you talking about going to the universe?" Pu Yiyang leaned on the pillar, raised his head, and let out a chaotic laugh, "Liar, you have always been a fucking liar."

All are false.

The universe in the game is fake, and so are the promises made by men.

His throat was terribly dry, as if all the liquid in his body was about to rush into his eye sockets, he picked up the cup and quickly poured it down his throat.

This is much better.

The stars above the head are still the same, the northern hemisphere, the southern hemisphere, ten years ago, or even thousands of years later, there will be no change.

It also looks fake.From this distance, the starry sky looked nothing more than a leaky indigo membrane stretched tightly over the bowl turned upside down above their heads.

Why are people always so confident that they can easily tell the truth from the fake?

For a while, he really fucking hoped that the world was all fake.

In this case, as long as you read the file again, those terrible things will not really happen.

That man will not become a complete liar, will not just leave them like this, and will not harm his mother... make his mother become what she was later.

At the age of 15, he would not have stumbled out of the house amidst his mother's hysterical cries, would not have run to that street, and would not have had a few months of nightmarish time that would change his life later.

He may become a completely different person, a person who is very similar to the man in the past, enthusiastic, energetic, and desperate to move forward on the path he believes in. He will gladly accept the invitations of Uncle Lu and Wu Zheng , and even cooperate with a man, throwing himself into the glorious dream that belongs to the future.

And look at him now...

A muddleheaded person who doesn't know what tomorrow will be, who spends all day chasing a ghost of the past in the game, trash.

Ding Miaomiao said that he didn't live like a living person, maybe she was right.

Rather than follow the old path of that man, he would rather be like this, without dreams, half dead.

"I'm not you, I'll never be you in this life, you should give up." He raised his head and stared at the starry sky, talking and laughing, and the cup in his hand, which he had changed so many times, just fell into pieces. on the ground.

His whole body was like mud, and he was about to slide to the ground.

A hand caught him.

"Hey, hello!" Xiang Hong, who was dressed in a crisp suit, looked at the limp man facing him with distaste, pinched his chin speechlessly, and shook it vigorously several times.