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325: Chapter 324 JZ-001 Series

Two hours later.

Song Xuezhi left Frontier Technology Company in a daze; she did not fully come to her senses until she had returned to her hotel.

"Sister Song, you're back."

A petite, charming figure walked up to greet her.

"I'm back."

Song Xuezhi snapped out of her trance and nodded slightly.

"Sister Song, why do you seem a bit unhappy?"

The young girl keenly noticed that something was off with Song Xuezhi's expression and asked, "Did the negotiation fail? Is our funding gone again? Does this President Wang not want us anymore?"

Listing off several possibilities in a row, the young girl's face began to scrunch up slightly.

Years of drifting had given her a sense of insecurity. What she worried about most now was her boss firing their entire studio on a whim.

She was even secretly wondering if they should start living more frugally, as they didn't have much money left anyway.

Song Xuezhi tapped her on the head and said helplessly, "Don't overthink it. The negotiation was very successful, and President Wang is quite generous; he gave us a large laboratory."

"Really?"

The girl's eyes sparkled, and she said with some disbelief, "We have a laboratory? We can do research in our own laboratory from now on?"

Song Xuezhi smiled slightly. "When have I ever lied to you?"

"That's true."

The young girl muttered, then immediately asked, "Since the negotiation was successful and we can continue our research, why are you still unhappy, Sister Song?"

Song Xuezhi was slightly tongue-tied; she did not know where to begin.

Watching Song Xuezhi's expression, the young girl looked puzzled, as if lost in thought, then suddenly widened her eyes, pointed at Song Xuezhi, and stammered, "Sister... Sister Song, you didn't... you didn't do 'that' for the investment, did you?"

The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed! Besides that, what other reason could there be for Sister Song to be unhappy? After all, having a laboratory was their greatest pursuit.

"That?"

Song Xuezhi was confused. "What 'that'?"

The young girl did not speak, her eyes scanning Song Xuezhi seriously, paying particular attention to her face, neck, and shoulders.

But after a moment, she became even more confused.

Song Xuezhi's clothes were neat with no excess wrinkles, her makeup was not smudged, and her neck was fair and smooth, with no marks at all.

Frowning slightly, the young girl asked uncertainly, "Sister Song, you... you weren't 'that'?"

Song Xuezhi was even more confused. "Which 'that'?"

"It's just..."

The young girl used her hands to make a suggestive gesture.

This time, Song Xuezhi understood, and her face turned bright red instantly. She could not help but give the young girl a hard smack on the head.

"What are you thinking about! President Wang is only eighteen; how could he possibly..."

She could not continue; Song Xuezhi's face flushed even deeper. She could not help but smack her again, saying fiercely, "You're young, yet you don't learn anything proper. What kind of messy things are you thinking about all day!"

The young girl held her head, feeling aggrieved. If you hadn't looked so dazed, I wouldn't have thought such things. She could only think this to herself; the voice she shouted out was very loud:

"Sister Song, I was wrong! I won't say you were subjected to unspoken rules again."

...

Happy times always pass quickly.

After playing around for a while, the young girl, having accepted reality, happily returned to her cubicle to rest. According to her, she needed to adjust her state to properly welcome the arrival of her new life.

Tsk, the wishes of a research dog are just that simple and unadorned.

Song Xuezhi sat on the sofa, the lingering flush still not having faded from her face; she still looked rosy and exceptionally moving.

Thinking of the young girl's words, Song Xuezhi felt a mix of annoyance and amusement.

This girl was becoming more and more unruly; she even dared to make such jokes.

Unspoken rules?

Setting aside whether she would even be willing, even if he really had such thoughts, young man might not necessarily have eyes for her.

Calming herself down, Song Xuezhi reviewed the events of the day once more. She reached out and picked up the tablet nearby, tapping on an app that had already been installed.

This was an internal app for Frontier Technology, with Zero directly acting as the backend. In necessary situations, it could temporarily replace the role of zero egg; it could be considered a non-physical online version of Zero.

In the app, a directory had appeared in the materials section at some point, with dozens of files neatly arranged in order.

Song Xuezhi opened the instruction file at the very top, and a large image was displayed.

In the image, a seemingly extremely ordinary arm lay quietly.

Song Xuezhi took a light breath. The more ordinary the object in the image was, the more she could feel how terrifying young man was.

To make a Prosthetic Limbs unit manufactured from metal look and function exactly like a real arm—just thinking about the technical complexity involved felt like a fantasy.

Even if it could be made, it would require a massive infusion of capital, and who knows how many people's efforts would be needed during the process. The cost would be undeniably high.

Yet that young President Wang not only did it, but also listed a detailed technical roadmap and institutional principles, and even provided design blueprints for certain parts.

This was clearly the result of careful research; it was nothing like what he said, just some casual notes made while bored.

And all she could do was proceed with the technical upgrades step by step until the finished product was created. This was also the work she would be engaged in for a long time to come.

She had no objections to this. The object in the picture was also something she wanted.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Song Xuezhi flipped the page, and a line of small text appeared below the image: "JZ-001 Type Prosthetic Limbs (Arm)"

The code name was simple, and Song Xuezhi did not try to understand what it meant. She just continued flipping down to view the relevant information.

What followed was the main event that truly shocked her this time.

Song Xuezhi looked at the line of text that had just appeared on the page; it clearly read: "Manufacturing Principles of Brainwave Synchronizer."

This is... a new generation of Brain-Computer Interface!

"I judge that intelligent Prosthetic Limbs connected via mental link are the next frontier in the Prosthetic Limbs industry. Therefore, our goal should be set high from the very beginning. Only by setting our goals to reach the end in one step can we complete the necessary technical accumulation while working to achieve our goals."

President Wang's words were resonant and forceful: "This Prosthetic Limbs unit is the first version I designed by combining existing technologies. Its design structure is very ingenious. Although it does not use too many new technologies, it has very high requirements for materials. Dr. Song, you can use different materials during the experiment to test the effects."

"You don't need to worry about equipment. The Machining Center based on the Mark I System has already made progress. I will entrust the Chen Group to arrange the production of a seven-axis custom Machining Center as soon as possible. Later, I will also grant you Level 4 access to Frontier Technology, and Zero will assist you completely according to your requirements."

"Regarding materials, you can contact your old supervisor, Lin Junfeng; he will be responsible for material supply. For other alloy materials, you can contact Assistant Liu directly, and she will arrange the procurement. As for other special-purpose materials, you can ask me, and I will do my best to resolve it."

"In short, I only have one requirement: complete the production trial of the JZ-001 series Prosthetic Limbs as soon as possible, and at the same time, implement the exploration of Brain-Computer Interface technology."

"Dr. Song, I hope to see Nature and Science reprint your articles in the future."

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