67: Chapter 67 Does Doraemon even have a sense of shame?

This is no longer in the realm of object recognition.

As the CEO of the Robot Company, Chen Shuyu's brain instantly crashed.

"It actually knows we are filming it?"

"It knows that is privacy... so it refuses to be recorded?"

What does this mean?

It means that within this Robot's underlying logic, there is not only instructions, but a complete privacy protection mechanism that transcends current technological understanding.

Su Qingxue was also completely stunned.

Watching that Blue Fatty covering the camera as if throwing a tantrum, the sense of shame in her heart was instantly replaced by an indescribable shock.

This is no machine.

This is clearly a sentient being with gentlemanly manners, knowing how to protect its owner's privacy.

Lu Li stood to the side, looking at the blacked-out camera feed on top of Doraemon's head, a playful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk, quite a temper."

He walked up, curled his finger, and tapped Doraemon's round, big head lightly; it had a soft feel.

It made a dull "thud, thud" sound.

"Alright, you've already turned it off, hurry up and get to work."

Upon hearing the instruction.

Doraemon finally started moving.

"Whew, finally we can continue."

Doraemon happily emitted a childish voice just like in the anime, its tone actually carrying a hint of relief.

Immediately after, it put its hands on its hips, its originally straight electronic mouth turning into an inverted U-shape, seemingly complaining:

"Honestly, how can you make me do this kind of thing! Although I am a cat-type Robot, I still have integrity! It's a pity the gadgets were all taken to the future for repairs, otherwise I would use the 'Non-living Matter Baton' to make these things go into the closet by themselves!"

While muttering to itself.

It extended its bionic fingers.

Then, it extended its bionic fingers after taking off its gloves, carefully pinching a corner of the undergarment.

Its face displayed the same shy expression as in the anime, and with lightning speed, it folded it into a neat little square.

After finishing all this, it did not place this little square on top.

Instead, it lifted a corner of the folded nightgown belonging to Su Qingxue and tucked this little square into the very bottom of the pile of clothes.

Finally, it carefully covered it back up with the silk nightgown, perfectly hiding that touch of black.

After finishing all this, Doraemon let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally finished tidying up, so tired, I really want to eat dorayaki!"

After speaking, it sat on the carpet like an exhausted child, leaning against the edge of the bed, the blue light in its eyes dimming; it seemed to be dazed, but it was actually in standby mode.

Inside the bedroom, there was dead silence.

Only the faint sound of the air conditioning vent could be heard.

"..."

Chen Shuyu's mouth was already wide open in an "O" shape.

She stammered, her voice trembling, feeling as though her worldview was being repeatedly crushed.

Although she was the CEO of the Robot factory, she was not clear about the specific performance of this Robot; the AI vision algorithms were all supervised by Lu Li and executed by Qin Ya.

"Lu Li... tell me honestly."

"Did you dig out someone's brain and stuff it into this iron shell?"

She knew better than anyone what this meant.

Identifying object types is not difficult for an AI.

But understanding the "social attributes" and "privacy" of an object, and performing complex behaviors like "hiding" that conform to human social etiquette...

This is no longer simple algorithms!

This is emotional intelligence!

It is the emotional intelligence of a Robot!

Su Qingxue subconsciously covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

Looking at that simple and honest, blue Robot that had just done such a "thoughtful" deed, the feeling surging in her heart was no longer embarrassment, but an unprecedented, complex emotion of shock and being moved.

Even if one were to hire a real-life nanny, they might not be able to achieve this level of detail and thoughtfulness.

Is this the "mechanical shock" that Lu Li spoke of?

It really is shocking.

This is no longer an AI.

This is simply a companion-type Robot that is polite, has boundaries, and is even thoughtful!

Lu Li calmly put away the recording equipment on top of Doraemon's head, smiled with satisfaction, and broke the dead silence in the room.

"The material for the first VLOG is ready."

He shook the equipment in his hand and said to the two women who were still in a daze:

"I've already thought of the title, let's call it 'Why does this Doraemon have a sense of shame?'."

Su Qingxue and Chen Shuyu looked at each other.

They could both see the excitement about to burst forth in each other's eyes.

They could foresee what kind of shock this video would bring to the whole world!!

That would be a feat that changes the entire human way of life.

And they, very fortunately, are participants in history.

...

Meanwhile.

Hangzhou, Jin Dongfang Group Headquarters.

In the chairman's office, Li Dongfang just hung up the phone.

He looked at the reports on the screen about the social phenomenon triggered by the "Pioneer Youth Edition," as well as that grandmother video that was viral across the entire internet, and let out a long sigh.

He dialed the internal line, his voice steady and powerful: "Send a notice down, from this moment on, for all screen modules provided to Guanghui Technology, lower the supply price by another 5%!"

"Also, have the publicity department film a promotional video overnight, the theme is 'Walk with Guanghui, Serve the People with Technology'! Tomorrow morning, I want to see it on all official channels!"

The same scene was playing out in the chairmen's offices of several core suppliers such as Changxing Storage and Lansi Technology.

These old foxes who had been struggling in the business world for half their lives had the sharpest sense of smell.

The ship called Guanghui Technology had already been equipped with a nuclear-powered engine.

If they didn't get on the ship now, they wouldn't even be able to afford a ticket in the future.

This was an excellent opportunity to enhance their own brand image and gain social recognition!

Soon, the official statements and support videos from major suppliers were released one after another.

The comment section was instantly overwhelmed: "This is the responsibility of a Chinese enterprise!"

"The perspective has broadened!"

"Infected by Guanghui's idealism!"

...

Some are happy, naturally some are worried.

The Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment president's office was a mess.

An expensive antique vase had turned into fragments, scattered on the precious carpet.

"Trash! Idiots! I spent 3 billion on the acquisition, and this is the kind of thing you produce for me?!"

Fan Yu's roar almost lifted the roof, he pointed at the pale-faced Zhang Yuqing in front of him and cursed loudly.

"And the result? The 799 phone didn't drag them to death, but instead made them, letting their reputation soar to the sky! Now even those suppliers who were originally neutral have defected!"

He grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it fiercely at Zhang Yuqing's feet.

The glass shattered, and fragments flew everywhere.

"Zhang Yuqing, you are fired! As for the money from violating the non-compete contract, you figure out how to carry it yourself!" Fan Yu said coldly with a sinister look in his eyes.

Driven to a dead end, Zhang Yuqing looked at this superior who turned his back on him, his body trembling violently.

When fear reaches its peak, it becomes madness.

He suddenly looked up, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

Slap!

A black folder was slammed heavily onto the messy desk by him.

"Fan Yu, don't push me!"

Zhang Yuqing's voice was hoarse, carrying the desperation of someone ready to drag everyone down with him: "This is the fake accounting you made me do, and the original vouchers for Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment's tax evasion! I made three copies!"

"If you don't want the Fan Family to be on the legal headlines tomorrow morning, settle my money! And give me another 10 million in hush money!"

Inside the office, the air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Fan Yu stared fixedly at that file, the muscles on his face twitching crazily.

For a long time.

He suddenly laughed, laughing in a way that made people's hair stand on end.

"Good, very good."

He took out his phone, his fingers tapping quickly on the screen.

"A total of 35 million, right? Transferred to you."

Fan Yu showed the phone screen to Zhang Yuqing,

"Take the money and burn those things, otherwise you should know the consequences of offending the Fan Family, right? Get out!"

Zhang Yuqing grabbed the file, glanced at the SMS notification of the transfer, and turned around, stumbling as he fled from this office that chilled him with fear.

As the door slammed shut.

The smile in Fan Yu's eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a heart-palpitating murderous intent.

He opened the drawer and took out an old feature phone from the very back.

He skillfully dialed a number without any notes.

"Hello."

"Help me take care of someone."

"Just left my company, his name is Zhang Yuqing."

"Make it clean, make it look like an accident... car crash, falling from a building, whatever."

Hung up the phone.

Fan Yu pulled out the SIM card, snapped it, and threw it along with the phone into the paper shredder.

With the sound of the machine churning, all sins seemed to be swallowed up.

This kind of thing, it wasn't his first time doing it.

The police had no idea who did it.

As long as that Zhang Yuqing shut up forever, the Fan Family would forever be clean.

...

And under the warm lights of the Guanghui villa, Lu Li was sitting in front of the computer editing the video.

Of course, the footage just now involving Su Qingxue's intimate apparel definitely could not be used.

His wife is his own, how could he show that to netizens.

Even if it's a nightgown, it won't do; he knew too well how perverted netizens could be.

He sent a WeChat message to Chen Shuyu: "Buy a few sets of brand-new girls' clothes, have Doraemon re-shoot a set of material in my home's nanny room, don't use Qingxue's clothes."

WeChat sent successfully.

Lu Li leaned back in his chair, looking at the highly provocative title on the screen, his fingertips tapping lightly on the desk.

"Why does this Doraemon have a sense of shame?"

Once this video is released, Guanghui Technology will no longer be just a mobile phone company.

This time, he doesn't just want to sell products.

He wants to give this world a vision of the future.

It is also a stepping stone to the future.

Lu Li glanced at the system, thinking to himself.

Was Zhang Yuqing fired?

The system task was actually half completed, and a round helmet was spinning around in his mind.

"It's actually not a Lithography Machine? A bit of a pity, could the Robot CPU be using Intel's 5960X?"