Start sweeping the universe by rubbing the CPU with your hands

After eating the noodles, I returned home and found that the drone had been remotely controlled by Han Yang and parked steadily on the ground. ஜ۩۞۩ஜஜ۩۞۩ஜ

All this seemed perfect, but Han Yang was still a little dissatisfied.

“It would be nice to have a direct connection to the drone.”

Like now, first it is the brainwave controller, then the mobile phone signal network, then the network equipment at home, then the robot, then the mobile phone remote control, and finally the drone. This has changed hands several times, and each time If you change hands, the delay will increase, and the uncertainty and risk will increase accordingly.

If the human brain can be directly connected to the drone, and there is even a brainwave controller in the middle, it will undoubtedly be much more convenient and stable than now.

In particular, in the future, when I have more computing power and need to control more things, it will be too troublesome to transfer like this.

But at this stage, Han Yang can't find a better alternative. Even in the current mode, if you want to further improve the performance of the brainwave controller, you need to pay a high price.

Han Yang suspected that the Eta people had more advanced brainwave controller technology, and could even achieve a direct connection between the brainwave controller and electronic equipment, completing various complex operations directly, conveniently and quickly. But obviously, they are unwilling to sell this advanced technological creation to humans.

They will only take some outdated products that have long been eliminated, bring them to the human world and use them as high-tech products, and then sell them at high prices to harvest the wealth of the human world.

"In the future, when I have enough computing power and research capabilities, I will develop my own brainwave controller."

Han Yang secretly made up his mind.

After settling the matter here, Han Yang plunged into a new stage of learning while controlling the robot to make power leveling orders.

The deeper you study computer chip technology, the more knowledge you need to learn. Although Han Yang can now hand-make 200KHZ chips, overall, the knowledge Han Yang has learned is still just the tip of the iceberg.

Ahead, there was no telling how much knowledge was waiting for Han Yang to learn.

Study and never stop for a day.

At night, Han Yang started to be alert again, observing the surroundings of the courtyard.

The night was still uneventful. But the next night, around two o'clock in the morning, Han Yang finally saw a sneaky figure.

In the dark night, I couldn't see clearly her appearance, I could only roughly make out my figure.

It was a short, thin man.

He walked quietly from the east side of the courtyard, pretended to be passing by, made sure there was no one around, then turned back and started to observe around the courtyard.

Han Yang hid behind the courtyard wall, only sticking out half of his head, looking at him quietly.

The man wandered around for a while, found a few things for his feet and piled them against the wall. Han Yang immediately retracted his body, hid in the opposite cabin, and continued to observe.

Sure enough, after a while, a head poked out from outside the courtyard wall and carefully observed the situation in the courtyard. After looking at it for a long time, he quietly retracted.

Han Yang immediately stood up, came to the doorway, looked through the crack in the door, and saw the man slipping away quickly along the wall. Han Yang quietly opened the door and followed quietly with a dagger.

Even with the care of Butcher Shen, Han Yang was able to live peacefully in a chaotic place like the market area for more than ten years, find a stable job, save money to rent a house, and have a permanent place to live. Naturally, Han Yang also Not for free.

It can even be said that in the wet market area, anyone who can be like Han Yang before can be considered a rich person.

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The poorer people rely on odd jobs to make a living. They can only sleep on the street at night. If they can find cardboard boxes to build a shack, they are considered to be in good condition.

If his heart was not cruel, his hands were not black, and he had not stabbed a few people, Han Yang would have been turned into a corpse and eaten by wild dogs.

Now tracking him in the dark is a piece of cake for Han Yang.

Quietly following the thin black man from a distance, Han Yang was careful.

But when passing by a street corner, a figure suddenly caught Han Yang's eyes, which surprised him, and he almost subconsciously raised his dagger.

After calming down for a while, I saw clearly that it was just a homeless man sleeping in a corner.

Looking again, he recognized that it was the middle-aged man carrying a suitcase that he had seen in recent days. Although he was down and out, he still managed to maintain his appearance.

At this moment, he was huddled in a corner, hiding the box behind him, and sleeping with a little cardboard in front of him.

"Knowing how to find such a hidden place and how to hide the box is quite clever."

Han Yang ignored him and followed the thin black man from a distance again, and finally watched him enter the black three gambling booth with his own eyes.

Han Yang's first pot of gold was won in the black three gambling stalls. He also knew that Heisan Gambling Stall was the home of a group of gangsters. The eldest brother's name was Heisan, and he was generally called Third Brother on the street.

Although this group of people does not have a clear name like the big gangs, such as the Iron Wolf Gang, the Knife Gang, the Blood Gang, etc., they are still very prominent in the surrounding neighborhoods.

There are more than a dozen core thugs under the underworld, and there are more than 20 outsiders. They usually open gambling stalls, open bars, collect protection fees, and no one dares to mess with them.

"Damn, it's actually Black Three who is targeting me... I'm really a dog-nosed person. I'm already hidden enough. Could it be that the money I won in a gambling stall a few months ago was in trouble? No, that's not right. Not that time."

It's been a few months, and Heisan hasn't caused any trouble for him. It couldn't be about the money. It must be because I have been collecting express packages all day long recently, big and small. I don’t go out all day but it seems I still have money in my hand, so I came here to check myself.

After thinking for a moment, Han Yang came up with an idea and left quietly.

It was already late at night, but the Black Three Gambling Stall was still bustling with people. The gamblers were shouting and screaming, and the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, sweat, smelly feet, mixed together, can make people intoxicated.

Behind the gambling stall, in a small room, Hei San, who has dark skin and a scar on his face, is hugging two scantily clad women and playing cards casually with a few core thugs.

The short and thin man walked in and said hello with a smiling face, and then Hei San said in a rough voice: "Amao, do you see clearly?"

"The curtains don't let in any light, so I couldn't see inside the room, but it must be a computer. It's unmistakable."

"Are you sure he's the only one at home?"

"On a."

"I'm alone at home, with so many computers, I don't go out all day, and I still have so much money..."

Hei San pondered for a moment, and then a smile slowly appeared on his face: "I didn't expect that our poor and barren place would actually have hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."

"Third brother, what does that kid do?"

"A hacker is still a master. You can't be wrong."

Hei San's tone was very certain.