236: Chapter 236 Google Releases Virtual Helmet

Zhou Chengyue sat with a dark expression, not speaking for a long time.

In truth, he wanted to strike hard more than anyone else.

But he understood even better that Su Qingxue was no ordinary man's wife.

That was Lu Li's wife.

If they truly made a move against this woman, the matter would no longer be a commercial confrontation; it would be nakedly holding a knife to the throat of a national-level technical figure.

This step was too dangerous.

Feng Shikang also knew it had gone too far. He irritably scratched his hair and ultimately took a step back, though his retreat was still quite sinister.

"Then don't kidnap her."

"Give them a warning first."

Xu Zhaofeng looked up: "What do you mean?"

Feng Shikang scoffed.

"Make phone calls."

"Anonymous harassment, anonymous threats, just to make things difficult for them."

"Tell Lu Li that he isn't unwatched."

"There's no need to actually take action; just let him know fear first."

"Doesn't he want to make the welfare account a model? Then force him to pull back, turn it into a mere facade, and gloss over it."

"Doesn't he talk about decency and giving back? I'd like to see if he values his face or his wife's safety more."

Zhou Chengyue narrowed his eyes.

Xu Zhaofeng thought for a few seconds and did not object again.

Phone threats certainly crossed the line, but compared to kidnapping someone, it was already much more restrained.

Moreover, if this kind of thing were done cleanly enough, it might not be traced back. If the calls were routed through several hops and made from abroad, who could possibly track them?

Zhou Chengyue was silent for a moment, then finally stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

The embers went out with a "hiss."

"Fine."

"But keep your hands and feet clean."

He looked at the two men, his voice as flat as water.

"Isolate the numbers, isolate the people, and find the ones on the outside with the loosest mouths and the dirtiest hands."

"Only make calls, no meetings, leave no trace."

"Whoever gets into trouble, handles it themselves."

The two men in the room nodded.

The conference room fell silent again.

Outside the window, the night wind slapped against the glass, making a low, muffled sound.

Zhou Chengyue stared at the flying vehicle on the screen, feeling that it didn't look like a means of transportation at all, but rather a blade already hanging over their heads.

And blades have a way of falling.

...

The next morning, Mingzhu City.

A black Cullinan drove steadily into the underground garage of the Guanghui Technology headquarters.

As soon as the car stopped, Lu Li lazily unbuckled his seatbelt, casually placed his cola can into the cup holder, and let out a yawn that lacked any sincerity.

Su Qingxue turned her head to look at him.

"Did you stay up late again last night?"

Lu Li pushed the door open and got out, his tone casual.

"No."

"I just arranged for the AI to run through the flight vehicle control algorithms again before I went to sleep."

Su Qingxue followed him out, carrying her documents. Her footsteps didn't falter, but her voice drifted over indifferently.

"Is there any difference between that and staying up late?"

Lu Li thought for a moment and said earnestly: "Yes."

"One sounds like working overtime; the other sounds like a hobby."

Su Qingxue was amused to the point of laughter by him, raising her hand to tap him lightly on the arm.

"Stop being cheeky."

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Passing employees greeted them one after another, their gazes filled with both respect and irrepressible admiration.

Especially when looking at Lu Li, that kind of gaze was almost like looking at a living legend.

Lu Li was still in that half-awake state, lazily waving his hand as if he were just coming to work to visit.

Who could tell that this person had just turned the entire internet upside down?

The elevator doors closed.

The mirror reflected their figures.

Su Qingxue was silent for two seconds before speaking up.

"That wave of stuff online hasn't dissipated yet."

"Be careful these next few days."

Lu Li grunted in acknowledgement, as if he had listened, yet also as if he hadn't taken it too seriously.

But the silver-gray briefcase he was carrying reflected a cold metallic sheen under the elevator lights.

That was no ordinary briefcase.

To be precise, that thing wasn't a briefcase at all.

It was one of the external forms of his Battle Armor after he had reprogrammed its structure.

A briefcase, a business laptop, and it could even be worn as a fitted lining for the upper-body Battle Armor.

Three modes, three disguises.

Usually, when placed in the office, anyone would just think it was the most ordinary business equipment.

But if something really happened, it could redeploy within seconds and return directly to the Battle Armor state.

Not to mention that the Number 18 Robot was also constantly active nearby.

If someone really lost their mind and wanted to make a move on him and Su Qingxue, they would need to bring a reinforced company to have a chance.

But this is domestic.

Who would dare?

Thinking of this, Lu Li even felt a little unenthusiastic.

After that group of people who blocked the bridge abroad fell last time, he had originally thought that a few more waves of people unafraid of death would come after.

As it turned out, things abroad were as quiet as a stagnant pool.

Not a single stir.

Peace and stability were certainly a good thing.

But for him, it was a bit too boring; he hadn't used the Battle Armor for too long, and his skills were getting a bit rusty.

The elevator reached the floor and opened with a "ding."

Lu Li walked out carrying the "briefcase," even thinking absent-mindedly to himself.

What a pity.

The few newly modified conventional forms of the Battle Armor hadn't seen real blood yet.

...

In the CEO's office, the heating was set just right.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the gray-blue skyline of Mingzhu City, while inside the office, it was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and light keyboard clicks.

Su Qingxue sat behind the desk processing documents, her expression cool and aloof, her pace crisp and efficient.

Lu Li occupied the most comfortable spot on the sofa in her office, half-reclining there with a can of iced cola at his side and the latest ultra-thin holographic projector from Guanghui Technology spread across his lap.

He was boredly scrolling through some 3D videos that had recently become viral.

Su Qingxue looked up at him.

"Do you call this working?"

Lu Li didn't even look up.

"Accompanying you to work is also a form of working."

Su Qingxue gave a light huff, too lazy to argue with him.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Secretary Wang Qiuge walked in quickly, holding a tablet.

She was one of the secretaries on Su Qingxue's side, usually steady and reliable, rarely showing such obvious loss of composure. But today, when she entered, the expression on her face clearly carried a hint of irrepressible gravity.

Su Qingxue raised her eyes.

"What happened?"

Secretary Wang Qiuge walked to the desk, handed over the tablet, and spoke quickly.

"President Su, news just came in from abroad."

"Google held a press conference early this morning and launched a new product."

Su Qingxue took the tablet, and after just one glance, her brows furrowed slightly.

Lu Li also lazily lifted his eyes.

"What is it?"

Secretary Wang Qiuge paused for a moment before spitting out four words.

"Virtual Helmet."

The office fell silent for a moment.

Even Lu Li put down the cola in his hand.

He leaned back in the sofa, raised an eyebrow slightly, and his tone finally held a touch of genuine surprise.

"It's also called Virtual Helmet?"

Secretary Wang Qiuge nodded.

"Translated from the English name, that's basically what it means."

Su Qingxue swiped the tablet a couple of times, her expression still relatively calm.

"It's most likely a gimmick product."

"People abroad love to hop on trends now. Calling it a Virtual Helmet doesn't mean it's actually the same kind of Virtual Helmet as ours."

"It's more likely a high-end VR headset, or just a Brain-Computer Interface gimmick packaged up."

"Achieving immersion is fine, but achieving conscious control is not that easy."

Her judgment was not arbitrary.

After all, only those who had truly come into contact with the core technology of the Guanghui Technology Virtual Helmet knew just how difficult that thing really was.

It wasn't as simple as making the graphics look a bit more realistic.

That was an entirely different path: Brain-Computer Interface.