147: Chapter 147 Were we fooled?

Until the vehicle drove into the Software Park and stopped at the entrance of Frontier Technology Company, Lin Junfeng still hadn't fully recovered his senses.

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No matter what, he couldn't believe that a company capable of casually throwing out 40 million, and even originally prepared to spend 130 million to acquire their company, would be located in such a place.

Isn't this the Hanzhong City Enterprise Incubator?

Aren't enterprise incubators gathering places for small and medium-sized enterprises?

A company that can casually throw out hundreds of millions in capital is located here... The more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong.

Wang Shuo patted Lin Junfeng on the shoulder, telling him not to space out, and then got out of the car.

"Thank you both officers for your help this time."

Officers? What officers? Lin Junfeng, having just stepped out of the car, looked up and saw Wang Shuo talking to two men.

Aren't these President Wang's bodyguards?

"No need to thank us," one man shook his head and said, "We are just following orders."

"Still, thank you."

Wang Shuo shook his head and said to Liu Yemei, "Sister Liu, order some takeout in a while to treat the two officers."

Liu Yemei nodded.

Treat... with takeout?

Lin Junfeng felt a bit bewildered.

The prestige has plummeted, hasn't it? Where is that domineering aura you had when you acquired our factory? Where is that confidence you had when you gave me the technical data? Where is that air of certainty you had when you asked me to assist you?

And this company address... what's going on with that?

Although Lin Junfeng wasn't someone who judged by appearances, for a company with assets of at least several billion, this address was a bit too shabby, right?

At this moment, the thought that Lin Junfeng had originally suppressed emerged once again.

Had he... been swindled?

As Lin Junfeng was reflecting, Liu Yemei's voice reached him.

"President Lin, please come in."

Lin Junfeng turned back and saw that Wang Shuo had already entered the office building; gritting his teeth, he followed.

Whether he had been swindled or not was no longer something to consider; the contract had been signed, he was already on the pirate ship, and even the savings he kept for a comeback had been paid out. This time, there was truly no room to turn back.

Success... or death!

Third floor.

As soon as Wang Shuo entered the door, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Welcome back, Sir."

"President Wang... what is this?"

Lin Junfeng, following behind Wang Shuo, asked in surprise.

"This is the company's Artificial Intelligence assistant; it's called Zero."

Liu Yemei explained indifferently. Aside from Chen Xin and Wang Shuo, she was very indifferent to everyone else.

"Zero?"

Lin Junfeng was even more surprised. What was the point of specifically making an Artificial Intelligence assistant? Based on the technical level of the Artificial Intelligence assistants he had used so far, he couldn't think of anything they could do other than play music.

Even communicating with them was extremely difficult.

"Yes, Zero," Wang Shuo smiled. "Zero" remained his current work focus, and it was also his proudest creation, for the time being, with no equal.

"Zero is our company's basic core intelligence. In the future, many tasks will require its help."

Lin Junfeng was increasingly confused. Relying on Artificial Intelligence to work—wouldn't that just ruin things?

He could see Lin Junfeng's hesitation, but Wang Shuo didn't want to explain. If he had to explain it to everyone who entered this office, he would be exhausted to death.

"Zero, what has Han Xiaoxin been doing these past few days?"

"Han Xiaoxin's movement trajectory has been displayed on the screen for you."

Wang Shuo looked and frowned; Han Xiaoxin was still staying in the same place without any movement.

This guy, nothing happened to him, right?

"Is he still alive?"

"According to Han Xiaoxin's recent call and activity records, Han Xiaoxin is in good condition."

So that means he's still alive?

Not moving from the spot for days, huddled in the room?

Thinking of the information he had seen, Wang Shuo was slightly speechless. He roughly knew what Han Xiaoxin had gone to do. Looking at the current situation, things probably weren't looking optimistic.

"Zero," Wang Shuo instructed, "If Han Xiaoxin requests help, authorize yourself to provide assistance within the limit of level 5 permissions, and report the assistance items and results to me immediately."

"Understood, Sir."

Lin Junfeng stared at this scene in astonishment.

Is it really that smooth?

And those words from President Wang—can this intelligence really understand them?

It's not trying to trick me, is it?

He looked at Liu Yemei beside him, but found that she didn't seem to have any reaction.

What does this mean? Has everyone in this company already gotten used to Artificial Intelligence assistance?

But here comes the problem: if such an Artificial Intelligence really existed, or if a company had really released such an Artificial Intelligence, how could it still be unknown? And why had he never heard of it?

Lin Junfeng was a bit confused, but now was clearly not the time for confusion, because Wang Shuo had already turned his gaze toward him.

"President Lin, let's talk formally now."

Wang Shuo smiled.

"Regarding your duties and arrangements after joining, and most importantly, our company's future development plan."

...

While Wang Shuo was chatting with Lin Junfeng about the future...

In Donghai City, at the former Junfeng Technology Co., Ltd., in the production workshop.

Several workers were also sitting together, chatting about life, occasionally bursting into loud laughter.

Not far from them, the young Zhao Cheng was meticulously checking the equipment in front of him. Usually, he would take a notebook and write or draw, but today he was holding a mobile phone, fiddling with it for a while, then taking a look every now and then, and then carefully making adjustments.

"Hey, Zhao Cheng," someone called out, "Secretary He has already notified us to stop work, what are you still doing there? Come over and chat with us."

"No time."

Zhao Cheng replied casually, but his hands didn't relax in the slightest.

"You're like this every day; no one is as busy as you."

The person speaking laughed, stopped paying attention to Zhao Cheng, and turned to continue the unfinished topic with the person next to them.

"What do you think? This time, with President Lin going to the new company's headquarters, what will the result be? Will he be able to come back and lead us?"

"Who knows?" Another worker shook his head, "No one knows what the new company's headquarters is like. What if it's a big company and they parachute in a leader? Can you go up and reason with them?"

"That's hard to say, maybe I really will go. President Lin treated us well. If he just goes downhill from here, that would be a pity."

"These things aren't for you and me to worry about." One worker let out a long sigh, "Right now, I just want to know if the new boss will lay us off. If he does, where should I go to find work?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent for a moment.

This was a problem everyone was worried about. Or rather, among the three hundred or so people still in the factory, there was no one who wasn't worried about this issue.

These days, money is hard to earn.

If they lost this job, who knows when they would be able to find the next one.

Besides, even if they could find a job, whether they could get the current salary was an unknown.

Such melancholy life.

At this moment, the workers looked at the busy Zhao Cheng not far away with some envy.

Even if there were layoffs, someone like Zhao Cheng, who was both young and had qualifications and skills, wouldn't be abandoned. Moreover, this young man was so diligent and eager to learn.

But Zhao Cheng had no time to pay attention to them.

He stared at the machine that had started operating, watching the material granules gradually piling up in the basket, an expression of excitement appearing on his face.

Before the material granules could fill up, he hurriedly grabbed a handful, put them in a bag, and rushed out of the factory area.

Stopping a taxi, Zhao Cheng panted and said, "Driver, go to the Polymer Materials Research and Development Center Building, please drive fast."