125: Chapter 125: Internet Outcry Over Military-Grade Robot Makes its Debut

The Doraemon launch event was like a meticulously planned emotional storm that swept across the entire Chinese internet.

The five words "The Warmth of Technology" dominated the top of the trending lists on all platforms with unprecedented momentum, their popularity even surpassing the technological frenzy sparked by the "second world" a few days ago.

If the Virtual Helmet showcased Guanghui Technology's hard power, capable of overturning the global playing field.

Then the heroic return of Doraemon revealed to the world the burning, passionate soul behind Chinese technology.

This storm, unsurprisingly, crossed the Pacific and swept across the globe.

The full video of the launch event was uploaded to overseas platforms like YouTube and Twitter, accumulating over ten million views in just a few hours, and the comment sections were completely overrun.

"Oh My God! Is this real? The first thing the Robot did upon waking up was to care about its little master? I'm crying!"

"Is this China's AI technology? Elon Musk is still drawing big pictures on PPTs, and they've already started imbuing machines with souls?"

"Don't be stupid, this is definitely an actor! It's special effects! That little girl's crying is too fake. I bet this is another state-level propaganda film from China!"

"To the sour dog above, our Guanghui Technology flagship store on Fifth Avenue in New York has already started pre-sales for 'Dora-Mi.' If you have the guts, go buy one, take it apart, and see if it's special effects."

The public opinion landscape on overseas websites was completely divided.

Some were moved by the radiance of humanity that transcended national borders in the video, expressing shock and envy.

"Look at what our tech companies are doing. Every day they think about how to harvest us with big data, while Chinese companies are creating family members."

"Ever since Jobs left, Apple Inc. has completely lost its soul. They only know how to copy Guanghui Technology's notch screen; it's completely unoriginal and disgusting!"

Others, stubbornly clinging to their outdated prejudices, insisted that this was a Chinese conspiracy.

They conducted "technical analyses" from various tricky angles, such as the video's lighting, the little girl's micro-expressions, and even the reactions of the live audience, attempting to prove that this was a meticulously orchestrated scam.

They could not imagine that the ancient nation, which in their minds was still stuck on "Chinese Kung Fu" and "slanted eyes," could give birth to such warm and powerful technology.

That was until long lines formed at the door of the Guanghui Technology flagship store in New York.

Although the official sanction order against Guanghui Technology from the United States had already been issued, the specific ban on offline commercial terminals still required a process.

These specialty stores opened in the United States became the only window for countless ordinary citizens to verify the truth.

However, all this external chaos was nothing more than the sound of wind and rain outside the window to the mastermind, Lu Li.

He had already discussed the future product launch schedule with Su Qingxue.

In March and June of each year, they would focus on new track products like Robots and Virtual Helmets.

And in September and December, they would return to their core mobile phone business to continue consolidating their base.

This rhythm of continuous, steady output would become the Sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of all competitors.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the online clamor and the dedicated research and development of Guanghui Technology's several major product lines.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-March.

On this day, a mysterious letter with no mailing information was delivered directly to the president's office at Guanghui Technology.

The envelope was made of simple kraft paper, with no stamps on it, only a bright red, unfamiliar seal.

Su Qingxue opened the envelope, and inside was a simply designed invitation.

"Inviting Mr. Lu Li and Ms. Su Qingxue to visit and provide guidance at our department on March 21st."

The signature was a designation she had never heard of.

But the seal next to the designation made her heart skip a beat.

It was the emblem of the Nation's Sharp Blade.

"Husband, look at this..."

Su Qingxue handed the invitation to Lu Li, who was lying on a small bed in the inner room, remotely guiding the laboratory on how to solve the new cooling scheme for the Virtual Helmet.

Lu Li took it, glanced at it, and his expression showed no surprise at all, as if he had long expected this day to come.

"Get ready, let's go together."

His tone was calm, as simple as saying, "We are going out for dinner tonight."

Su Qingxue looked at her husband's calm and indifferent face, while a storm raged in her heart.

She knew that her husband had handed over Robot technology and even occasionally entered a white box-type command vehicle; this type of command vehicle was parked in the Guanghui Technology parking lot.

On the surface, it looked no different, with the words "China Unicom" written on it, as if it were an ordinary communication repair vehicle.

But in reality, it used bulletproof and explosion-proof glass, and the information transmission inside was a military encrypted private line, specifically used for communication between Lu Li and the laboratory of the National Defense Robot Research Institute.

But she hadn't expected the official response to come so quickly and with such high specifications.

This was no longer a commercial-level cooperation.

This was... a summons for a national scholar.

March 21st, early morning.

A black Hongqi L5 drove silently into the underground garage of Guanghui Technology.

The bright red flag emblem on the front of the car was glaringly red in the dim light.

Two traffic police motorcycles led the way in front and behind, their police lights flashing, but they did not sound their sirens.

This silent solemnity was more heart-palpitating than noise.

Lu Li held Su Qingxue's hand and got into the car.

The car windows were extremely thick, obviously bulletproofed, isolating all sounds from the outside world.

The motorcade drove out of the city, heading west all the way.

High-rise buildings were gradually replaced by desolate Gobi deserts and continuous mountain ranges.

Checkpoints on the road became increasingly dense.

From the initial traffic police to the later armed police, and finally to the fully armed field troops with live ammunition.

Every time they stopped for inspection, the moment the sentries saw the Hongqi license plate, they would, without even looking at the documents, immediately give a standard salute, their eyes filled with fervor and awe.

Su Qingxue sat on the leather seat, her back straight.

But her palms were full of sweat.

She had only seen this level of security on the News Broadcast.

Finally, the motorcade stopped in front of a hollowed-out mountain.

The huge alloy gate was thirty meters high, opening its mouth like a giant beast.

A lieutenant colonel with two bars and one star on his shoulder had been waiting for a long time.

He stood straight with sharp eyes, stepped forward quickly, and opened the car door.

"Chief Engineer Lu, President Su, please."

His voice was loud and clear, with the characteristic efficiency of a soldier.

Su Qingxue subconsciously glanced at Lu Li.

Lu Li just nodded, stepped out of the car, and his demeanor was as calm and composed as if he were at home.

After all, in his previous life, he had seen plenty of such scenes.

Back then, when they were in the preliminary stages of building Nuclear Fusion, the security was even stricter than this.

The three walked deeper into the base.

When passing through the third security gate, the lieutenant colonel stopped.

He took two black blindfolds out of his pocket and handed them over with both hands; although his tone was polite, it carried an unquestionable firmness.

"Chief Engineer Lu, President Su, I apologize."

"According to the Class A provisions of the 'Secrecy Law,' I have to inconvenience you both before entering the core experimental area."

The air seemed to freeze.

Su Qingxue pursed her lips and was about to reach out to take them.

But a warm, large hand pressed down on her small hand.

Lu Li did not take the blindfolds, nor did he even look at the lieutenant colonel.

He just stood with his hands behind his back, looking quietly at the closed metal door, his eyes deep.

The lieutenant colonel frowned slightly, his voice rising a bit: "Chief Engineer Lu, this is the regulation, please cooperate."

Lu Li still didn't move.

Just as the lieutenant colonel's hand was about to touch Lu Li's shoulder.

"You bastard!!"

A powerful roar came from behind.

"Xiao Wang! What are you doing!?"

An old man with gray hair, but full of vigor, with a general's star on his shoulder, walked over quickly. Without saying a word, he slapped the lieutenant on the back of his head.

"Do you know who is standing in front of you? And you want him to wear a blindfold?"

After scolding, the old general turned to look at Lu Li, his face instantly filled with an apologetic and respectful smile.

"Chief Engineer Lu, he doesn't know any better, please don't take offense."

He looked again at the stunned lieutenant colonel, his voice becoming stern again.

"Let me tell you, if Chief Engineer Lu wanted to betray the country, we wouldn't even have a single blueprint for the things we are researching now! He is a national treasure that we couldn't even invite if we wanted to! Do you understand?"

"Yes! Chief!" The lieutenant colonel stood at attention instantly, his eyes looking at Lu Li changing from alertness to shock and admiration.

Lu Li smiled, unconcerned.

Standing on the side, Su Qingxue watched her husband being treated so solemnly by a general, her heart feeling as if it were wrapped in a huge wave of warmth.

Pride, honor, and that sweet feeling of sharing in the glory, which belonged solely to her, grew wildly in her heart.

Passing through the final alloy door, an incredibly huge underground space opened up before them.

It was brightly lit, with various precision instruments flickering with light.

And what shocked Su Qingxue most was that in the center of the venue stood a group of elderly people, some over fifty, and some even over seventy.

They were all wearing spotless white coats, with badges representing the highest honors in China's scientific research field hanging on their chests.

Each of these people was a titan of the industry, whose slightest movement could make the entire Chinese tech circle tremble.

But at this moment, they looked like a group of students about to be inspected by their teacher, looking at Lu Li with nervous yet expectant expressions.

Their gazes passed over Lu Li and cast toward the center of the venue, at those mysterious creations covered by huge curtains.

Although the full picture could not be seen.

The angular outlines and the faintly visible metallic cold light still gave people a sense of oppression.

That was pure aesthetic of violence.