262: Chapter 261 How much is this junk?

Perhaps many people had a sleepless night yesterday, but Wang Shuo was definitely not among them.

After getting used to the Trickle Training Method, he no longer feared the occasional small-scale attempts at Knowledge Infusion; he would even actively induce them.

As long as he controlled the flow and duration of data released by the core, he could basically ensure his life wouldn't be affected.

However, in that case, you couldn't be too picky about the content.

Wang Shuo felt as if he had returned to the initial state when he first obtained the core; his mind was full of things, yet he couldn't see them clearly or sort them out.

Those character-by-character texts of the Humanoid Race could not be quickly processed by him into understandable content.

This was the fundamental difference between the Trickle Training Method and Knowledge Infusion.

If he wanted a detailed understanding of the technical overview of a specific sub-branch in a certain field of the Humanoid Race, Wang Shuo still needed long-term Knowledge Infusion, and the risk factor remained unbearably high.

Careful, cautious.

Wang Shuo secretly warned himself.

Once he had more spare funds on hand, he planned to start investing in a biological Science laboratory, focusing on the fields of genes and the brain, to increase his mental threshold as soon as possible.

As for now, how to monetize the knowledge and technology he had already acquired through Knowledge Infusion as quickly as possible was his top priority.

He needed money—not millions or tens of millions, but billions and tens of billions.

6:00 AM.

Ling's voice rang in his ears right on time.

"Sir, you have a very important morning schedule today."

Having already woken up and been dozing, Wang Shuo opened his eyes helplessly.

Sometimes, an alarm clock being too smart isn't a good thing, because it will find ways to make you get up.

However, he really couldn't sleep in anymore. He hadn't lied to Liu Yemei yesterday; he really did have something very important to do today.

He had to go see someone.

Someone he had met time and again, but whom he still had to keep meeting.

After quickly washing his face, brushing his teeth, and freshening up, and confirming he didn't look too sloppy, Wang Shuo put on his coat, said hello to Liu Yemei, and rushed out.

Just over ten minutes after Wang Shuo left.

The Figure walked into the first floor of Frontier Technology. Liu Yemei, who was checking the accounts, heard the sound, looked up, and immediately frowned.

She recognized the person who had arrived.

Short in stature, dressed elegantly, bald, round-faced, older, with a kind expression.

Who else could it be but Tanaka?

"Mr. Tanaka."

Liu Yemei stood up: "You arrived at the company so early; is there something you need?"

"Ms. Liu."

Tanaka bowed politely, his voice sincere: "I am here to see Mr. Wang Shuo. Do you know when he will arrive?"

"You are a bit late. Our President Wang just left, and his return time is uncertain."

Tanaka showed a look of regret.

Liu Yemei's heart stirred, and she said: "If there is anything, you can tell me; it is the same."

"This..."

Tanaka was somewhat hesitant. For this kind of matter, it certainly had to be someone who could make decisions. If it were someone else, it might not only be ineffective but could also leak the news.

After thinking for a while, Tanaka shook his head.

"Since Mr. Wang Shuo is not here, I will wait here for his return. Would that be convenient?"

"Of course, please come with me."

Liu Yemei led Tanaka to the reception area on the first floor.

"You can sit here and wait for President Wang, but I must remind you that President Wang did not tell us when he would return, so your waiting might not be of any use."

Tanaka nodded gratefully: "I understand. Thank you, Ms. Liu."

Liu Yemei nodded slightly: "If you need anything, you can tell me or anyone else in the company at any time."

After arranging everything, Liu Yemei left the reception area and turned to go upstairs to the second floor.

Once she was sure that the sound of her voice would not carry to the first floor, Liu Yemei said calmly: "Ling, notify President Wang of Tanaka's arrival. I predict that this negotiation will make great progress."

"Understood, Assistant Liu. The message has been delivered to Sir, but there is no reply for now."

Liu Yemei nodded.

This kind of instant messaging through Ling was an experience she had never had before; it was as if there was an extra person in between passing on messages, which was very interesting.

Ling would even identify the person's current work status and reply actively or passively.

Liu Yemei cast her gaze downstairs, looking at the guest sitting in the reception room, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.

...

An hour and a half later.

Cheng Ye parked the car in a remote courtyard and turned his head to say: "President Wang, we have arrived."

"We're here?"

Wang Shuo turned to look out the window.

The somewhat desolate courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the few remaining factory buildings in the yard were also somewhat dilapidated.

What kind of place is this?

While thinking, he saw the gate of the factory building opposite them open, and a row of figures walked out.

Leading them was Zheng Yi.

Opening the car door, Wang Shuo walked up to Zheng Yi and said speechlessly: "Sister Zheng, can we find a more normal place to meet next time? If it hadn't been you who said this place, I wouldn't have dared to come."

This place was not covered by the Sky Eye, and if something like last time were to happen, he would truly be in a situation where calling to heaven would yield no response, and calling the earth would yield no answer. Even if he called the Police Station, the nearest one would take at least forty minutes to get here.

Of course, if he had the chance to call the police, it was more likely that he wouldn't even have the time to shout: "Ling, early warning."

Oh, he forgot, he had added autonomous identification information to Ling, which constantly identified his safety status and could autonomously call the police.

Well, then that's fine.

Zheng Yi said in a flat tone: "The place we are going to is quite far, and we need a special means of transportation."

"A special means of transportation?"

Before Wang Shuo could ask, he saw workers pushing a huge helicopter out of the factory building behind Zheng Yi.

The helicopter was a civilian model, without military livery, so it was obviously not military property.

"This..." Wang Shuo was somewhat stunned: "We are going in this?"

"Yes." Zheng Yi nodded calmly: "This is faster."

Wang Shuo was speechless.

This was indeed faster; flying, how could it not be fast?

Having grown up this much, this was the first time Wang Shuo had ridden in an aircraft other than a commercial airliner. After boarding the plane, he curiously looked around and probed with his hands.

Zheng Yi didn't look down on Wang Shuo; anyone seeing something for the first time would have the same curiosity as Wang Shuo.

The pilot of the plane was a young man, who seemed not much older than Wang Shuo. After wearing all the equipment, he reported loudly: "Chief, takeoff preparations are complete. Can we take off?"

"Take off."

"Yes!"

As the helicopter engine power gradually increased, Wang Shuo's curiosity about the helicopter gradually dissipated.

Nothing else, it was just too noisy.

If he didn't wear noise-canceling headphones, this noise was comparable to Zheng Jun's death screams at KTV.

Besides the noise, the vibration was also very intense, completely incomparable to the experience of riding a commercial airliner.

Wang Shuo wondered if he would be shaken to pieces if he sat for long enough.

He couldn't listen to music, couldn't read books, and couldn't even close his eyes to recall the Humanoid Race technical data.

Wang Shuo just stared at Zheng Yi, and Zheng Yi stared at him, enduring it for more than an hour.

It wasn't until the plane landed on the ground again and the engine gradually shut down that Wang Shuo felt a little better.

After getting off the plane, Wang Shuo felt uncomfortable all over. He looked at Zheng Yi next to him, who looked normal, seemingly unaffected.

"Sister Zheng." Wang Shuo couldn't help but say: "Is the helicopter you usually ride in like this too?"

"Yes."

Zheng Yi nodded calmly.

"Won't you go deaf from sitting in this for a long time?"

Zheng Yi turned her head and looked at Wang Shuo strangely: "All helicopters are like this. Wasn't a noise-canceling headset provided for you on the plane?"

"I think I also need a pair of noise-canceling earplugs; the noise-canceling headset is not enough."

Zheng Yi found it somewhat funny: "What, does President Wang have a better idea?"

It was originally a teasing remark, but unexpectedly, she saw Wang Shuo actually touching his chin, seemingly in deep thought.

After a while, she heard Wang Shuo ask a question.

"Sister Zheng, how much is that piece of junk worth?"