50: Chapter 50 The gift was the jewel in the crown of industry, and Grandpa was dumbfounded.

Lu Li was indeed holding a knife.

A screwdriver.

He turned around, looked at the two people at the door with an innocent face, and pointed to the disheveled "blonde beauty" on the table.

"Wife, you came back just in time."

Lu Li shrugged and pointed at No. 18, saying:

"This is a bionic Robot I had my friends make. It seemed to have a short circuit just now, so I was fixing it. What was Chen Shuyu screaming about?"

Chen Shuyu opened her eyes wide.

A Robot?

Whose Robot bleeds all over the floor!

She was about to retort when she saw the terrifying "corpse" on the table suddenly move.

"Zzz—zz—"

No. 18 turned her head extremely stiffly, emitting a teeth-grinding mechanical friction sound, not knowing if it came from her mouth or her neck.

Those dead-fish eyes stared at Su Qingxue, her lips opening and closing mechanically, emitting that deliberately simulated, slightly static-filled synthesized electronic voice:

"Hello, I am No. 18, welcome... home."

After speaking.

She remained motionless on the spot.

Like that kind of very rigid Robot.

Lu Li spread his hands and sighed:

"See, I told you this thing is still a semi-finished product. Its intelligence is just at the level of a dumb smart speaker. Besides being able to move its arms and legs, it can't even tell a joke."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Su Qingxue didn't speak.

She stepped in her high heels, walking step by step towards the desk.

"Qingxue! Don't go over there!" Chen Shuyu instinctively wanted to hold her back.

But Su Qingxue waved her hand.

She walked to the table, her gaze locked tightly onto No. 18's exposed left arm.

There was no flesh or blood there.

Only silver-white titanium alloy bones, densely packed hydraulic transmission pipes, and countless precision sensors.

It was a violent combination of industry and art.

Su Qingxue extended her finger, her fingertip gently touching the skin of No. 18's intact right arm.

It was warm.

The touch was delicate, even having a texture damping feeling similar to human skin.

If she weren't looking at that metal left arm, she would definitely think that even if it wasn't a living person, it was a corpse that had just died.

"Is this really... something current technology can achieve?"

Su Qingxue looked up, her cold eyes filled with shock at this moment.

She was the president of a technology company.

She knew better than anyone what kind of Robots were currently on the market.

They were cheap plastic goods that would trip even while walking, with skin like inflatable dolls.

But this one in front of her...

"Lu Li." Su Qingxue took a deep breath, suppressing the raging waves in her heart, "Which national laboratory are those friends of yours... from?"

"Uh, a private scientific team that doesn't want to reveal its name."

Lu Li spouted nonsense; anyway, that fictional team was used to taking the blame, "He wanted me to test if the output of this motor is stable enough."

As he spoke, Lu Li snapped his fingers.

"No. 18, come down and pour a glass of water."

The previously rigid No. 18 moved again.

She leaped down from the table.

She landed silently.

Chen Shuyu instinctively wanted to go and support her; after all, if this hundred-plus-pound lump of iron fell, millions would be gone.

With this level of integration, she felt it had just come out of the laboratory and was definitely worth millions.

But No. 18 stood steadily on the carpet.

Although the "2026 early-stage idiot mode" Lu Li loaded for her only limited her expressions and language logic, it did not restrict her top-tier balance system.

She walked to the water dispenser.

She took a disposable paper cup from the cabinet.

Poured water.

Turned around.

Handed it to Su Qingxue.

Throughout the whole process, the water surface in the cup only rippled slightly.

This kind of stability was enough to make the world's top few Robot teams die of shame.

Su Qingxue took the cup.

She looked at the left hand that was still exposing its metal bones, and then looked at that face, which, although dull, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Scanning down further, she saw the exposed fair and flat belly, the straight legs wrapped in black leggings, and the exposed, intact right hand. The body curves were slim and perfect, with curves in all the right places.

It was exactly the same as a girl, and a top-tier beauty at that.

"This Robot..." Su Qingxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she glanced at Lu Li with a strange look in her eyes, "Making her so beautiful, is this proper?"

Lu Li almost choked on his saliva.

"Ahem! It's mainly to demonstrate the bionic skin technology! It's proper! Absolutely proper!"

Lu Li quickly changed the subject, pointing to No. 18's metal arm:

"Wife, do you think if I take this Robot's stepper motor apart and bring it to wish Elder Su a happy birthday, showing him our breakthrough in this motor technology, will he be happy?"

Su Qingxue was silent for a moment.

She looked at No. 18.

At this moment, what flashed through her mind was not the birthday banquet.

But the future.

The future of Guanghui Technology and even the entire Chinese tech industry standing at the pinnacle of the world.

"How could this just be happy..."

Su Qingxue murmured to herself, a stunning curve appearing at the corner of her mouth:

"Elder Su would probably just shove the shares of that precision machinery company under the Su Group directly to you."

"No need to take the motor apart to show it."

Su Qingxue decided decisively, regaining the decisiveness of a female president:

"Find her a long-sleeved shirt to cover the mechanical arm. Tomorrow, have her come with us directly to the birthday banquet."

"I want everyone to see whether my, Su Qingxue's, husband is really the 'kept man' they talk about."

Lu Li nodded slightly upon hearing this; this was also fine.

If he wanted to actually develop Robots and even bring them to market, he would need a large amount of capital and a team.

Rather than pulling together a team himself, it would be better to just get a ready-made one.

The Su family's resources should not be underestimated.

Of course, he must have the leading authority.

Without shares in hand, he would not accept the cooperation!

...

Meanwhile.

The Su family manor.

This manor villa, located in the suburbs of Mingzhu City and covering an area of more than ten acres, was currently shrouded in low pressure.

Inside the study, sandalwood incense curled.

Founder Su Zhenguo sat on a Master's chair that had been polished until it was shiny, holding two walnuts in his hand, rotating them with a click-clack sound.

He looked at the old locust tree outside the window that had lost its leaves and gave a heavy hum.

On the table was a family photo.

It was taken ten years ago.

His gaze passed over those good-for-nothing sons, that second daughter who only knew how to spend money, and finally settled on the little girl in the corner who was smiling brightly.

That was Su Qingxue, his own granddaughter.

She was also the only tough nut in this generation of the Su family.

"Damn girl, her wings have hardened, she hasn't come back to see the old man in two years."

Founder Su Zhenguo cursed, but there wasn't much anger in his tone, rather it revealed a sense of loneliness.

"Old man, drink some tea."

The old Mrs. Su walked in carrying ginseng tea and softly advised: "Qingxue is bringing that Lu Li back tomorrow, you have to control your temper, don't scare the child away."

Hearing the two words "Lu Li", Founder Su Zhenguo's hand rotating the walnuts suddenly paused.

"Why bring him back? To annoy me?"

The old man blew his beard and stared, his voice like a bell:

"Finding a pretty boy who only knows how to live off a woman! He's thrown the face of the old Su family into the Huangpu River! Who knows how those old friends will laugh at me tomorrow! I won't see him!"

The old woman smiled and didn't pick up the conversation.

She knew this old man too well.

His mouth was the hardest part of him.

If he really didn't want to see him, he would have long since had someone withdraw the invitation, and he wouldn't have had the butler specially take out that bottle of Moutai that had been treasured for thirty years to let it breathe.

"Why don't you watch the press conference for the new Guanghui Technology phone from yesterday? This child Lu Li is very excellent!"

Old Mrs. Su took a mobile phone out of her pocket, and the screen was playing the video of the guanghui 7 press conference.

"Don't watch, don't watch! Take it away quickly!"

Founder Su Zhenguo waved his hand in disgust as if he had seen something dirty, "This girl will sooner or later squander the empire her father built."

Elder Su waved his hand, his expression resistant.

"Alright, alright, then I'm going out."

The old lady shook her head helplessly, put the phone back in her pocket, and turned to walk out.

"Wait!"

Founder Su Zhenguo suddenly shouted.

The old lady turned around.

She saw the old man's eyes drifting, pointing to the corner of the table:

"Leave the phone."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't watch it?"

"I... I'm checking the stock market! Yes, I'm checking if Guanghui Technology's stock price has hit the limit down!"

Founder Su Zhenguo stiffened his neck, finding a righteous excuse.

The old lady looked at him with a half-smile, placed the phone on the table, turned around, and closed the door.

The moment the door lock clicked shut.

Founder Su Zhenguo, who had just been full of disgust, moved as agilely as a twenty-year-old young man, grabbing the phone.

He lit up the screen.

On the screen, it was Lu Li standing in the center of the stage, behind him was that huge price—2499 Yuan.

"Is it really as miraculous as the internet says?"

Founder Su Zhenguo put on his reading glasses, dragged the progress bar to the very beginning, and even thoughtfully plugged in earphones.

If you didn't look at that serious face.

He was exactly like a fanatical fan chasing a celebrity.