70: Chapter 70 Lei Jun is dumbfounded: I said it was a future concept, and you went and started mass production?

The day after the video was released, the internet's clamor, far from dying down, grew even more intense.

The aftermath was spreading at an extremely rapid pace.

At first, there was fanaticism, shock, and subversion.

But as the initial frenzy faded and the tide of rationality rushed back, voices of doubt swept through every corner like a tsunami.

Hashtags like #DoraemonCG# and #GuanghuiTechnologyMarketingScam# surged to the top of the trending searches in reverse.

At Xiaomi Phone headquarters, Lei Jun's Weibo post calling it "a product of ten years in the future" was treated as gospel, with reposts exceeding one hundred thousand.

Even Boston Dynamics, on the other side of the ocean, posted a GIF on Twitter of their clunky hydraulic Robot falling over, with a mocking caption:

[Gravity is fair. Animation is not.]

The personal involvement of the world's top Robot companies was like a heavy hammer, completely shattering the last shred of illusion in the minds of netizens.

Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment.

Looking at the screen full of abuse, Fan Yu laughed so hard that the red wine in his hand spilled out.

He even paid for a hundred thousand internet trolls to frantically copy and paste under every comment praising Guanghui Technology:

"No way, right? No way? Is there seriously anyone in 2017 who still believes in this kind of cheap CGI?"

"Is Lu Li playing consumers for fools?"

"Can't wait for the offline press conference to crash and burn. It's going to be a massive public embarrassment!"

The whole world was waiting to watch the joke unfold.

Everyone was waiting for that guy named Lu Li to fall from the tightrope and shatter into pieces.

...

In stark contrast to the boiling clamor outside, a near-frozen silence reigned inside Lu Li's villa.

Lu Li sat in an ergonomic chair, his expression indifferent.

The light from the tablet screen reflected on his face.

He didn't look at the vicious comments, nor did he look at Lei Jun's "popular science" explanation.

His finger was lightly tapping on a top-secret document that had just been sent back—

"Guanghui Robot · Phase I Mass Production Line Acceptance Report."

The factory had already been built by Chen Shuyu a month ago, with a total investment of one hundred million yuan, spanning fifteen acres, and an initial staff of a whopping 400 people.

If the outside world knew what he was looking at, they would probably go crazy.

While everyone was arguing over whether "this robotic cat is real,"

Lu Li was already considering how to price the first batch of fifty thousand Robots once they rolled off the production line.

This wasn't just a generational gap in technology.

This was a crushing defeat on a cognitive dimension.

"Servo motor self-production rate: 100%."

"Flexible skin tactile debugging completed."

"Six-axis inertial sensor yield rate: 99.8%." ...

Lu Li's fingertips slid across lines of data.

Except for the SoC and memory, which still needed to be procured from the supply chain, this Robot's heart, bones, muscles, and even its soul (algorithms) completely belonged to Lu.

"Mr. Lei says this is a product of ten years in the future?"

A playful curve tugged at the corner of Lu Li's mouth. He casually turned off the tablet and tossed it onto the table.

"Then I'll show you all."

"What it means to bring the future into the present."

He looked out the window, his eyes calm.

It was as if the storm of public opinion sweeping the globe was nothing more than a gentle breeze rustling through the autumn treetops outside.

...

Jingzhou, Institute of Robotics under the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

At one in the morning, the laboratory was brightly lit. PhD student Wang Hao was staring at the rendering progress bar on the screen, his eyes bloodshot.

Out of sheer boredom, he casually scrolled through Weibo, and a video titled "How Does This Doraemon Even Have a Sense of Shame?" instantly caught his eye.

"Another gimmick marketing campaign?"

Wang Hao muttered as he clicked on it, originally intending to find things to criticize, but before even ten seconds had passed, his hands typing on the keyboard suddenly froze.

He quickly imported the video into "Tracker," a professional visual analysis software.

"Xiao Li, come over and look at this!" Wang Hao's voice was hoarse, carrying an uncontrollable excitement.

His bleary-eyed junior fellow apprentice, Li Qiang, leaned in:

"What's wrong, Brother Hao? Did some company post another cheap CGI video?"

"Look here." Wang Hao zoomed in 400% on the image, capturing the exact moment Doraemon reached out to fold a knit sweater.

"I ran a gravity simulation. Look at the stress points on the clothing folds, and the tiny vibration when its finger flicks the collar tag. If this were CGI, the rendering cost per frame would have to be at least tens of thousands of dollars to achieve this kind of physical realism. And look here—"

Wang Hao pointed to the moment in the video where Doraemon covered the camera lens, his expression solemn:

"Pay attention to the light and shadow. When its round hand approaches the lens, because of the obstruction, the reflection of ambient light on its bionic skin creates a natural diffuse reflection shift. This kind of real-time ambient light interaction is simply impossible to render with special effects, unless..."

"Unless it's real!" Li Qiang was now completely awake, his breathing quickening.

"Holy crap, this level of freedom, this visual feedback speed... Which lab is this? Did Boston Dynamics release a new product?"

"It's Guanghui Technology, the phone maker." Wang Hao suddenly stood up. "Come on, let's go find Professor Sun! If this is real, we can scrap our research project and start over entirely!"

The two rushed to the office building overnight and bumped into Professor Sun in the hallway. He had just finished an academic conference, and was a leading figure in the domestic robotics field as well as the director of this institute.

"Professor! Look at this!" Wang Hao handed over the tablet, panting.

Professor Sun stopped and pushed up his reading glasses. In the video, the blue-and-white Robot was shouting "pervert" with a pitiful look on its face.

Professor Sun watched for less than half a minute before his face darkened.

"Wang Hao, Li Qiang, how long have you two been with me?"

Professor Sun's voice was unhurried, yet it carried a spine-chilling authority.

Wang Hao was taken aback. "Three years."

"Three years, and this 'netizen mindset' is all you've learned?" Professor Sun slammed the tablet onto the windowsill with a sharp clack. "You actually believe this kind of unscrupulous commercial marketing for traffic? And you ran over in the middle of the night to report it to me?"

"But Professor, I did a frame-by-frame analysis. The physics engine and light-shadow interaction..."

"Enough!" Professor Sun waved his hand to interrupt, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"Young people nowadays always want to make a big splash. How could a phone company surpass our decades of accumulation in servo motors and perception algorithms? This is clearly an actor in a suit combined with post-production special effects, or high-precision remote control. I've seen plenty of this kind of magic trick at international exhibitions."

He stared at Wang Hao and spoke in a harsh tone:

"If you have this spare time, go test the hydraulic stability of the dexterous hand again. Don't let this internet garbage derail your research direction. Get out!"

Wang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to argue further, but was firmly held back by Li Qiang.

The two walked out of the office, the corridor lights casting long shadows behind them.

"Brother Hao, the professor has a point. After all, this is just too unscientific..." Li Qiang advised in a low voice.

Wang Hao clenched his fists tightly. He glanced back at the closed office door, then looked down at the adorable Blue Fatty on his phone.

"No, my data won't lie to me." Wang Hao gritted his teeth, a stubborn glint flashing in his eyes. "If this is a magic trick, then Lu Li is a world-class magician."

...

The next morning.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, spilling onto the villa's lawn.

At this moment, Lu Li was standing in his bedroom, looking into the mirror as he strapped a DJI high-definition action camera to his head.

"Are you ready?"

Lu Li looked down at his feet.

There, a round blue head was looking up, its two large eyes blinking, sparkling with a lively electronic glow.

"Of course I'm ready for an adventure, but the Anywhere Door is under maintenance. It's really a pain!"

Doraemon's voice was crisp, even carrying a hint of excitement, though he actually seemed a bit troubled at the thought of the Anywhere Door.

"Alright, let's go!"

He was about to conduct the first outdoor environmental data collection for the Doraemon Robot, especially regarding unfamiliar road conditions.

After all, Doraemon had at most undergone numerous tests in the factory area and had a large amount of data imported in the lab, but in reality, this data might still fail.

Only by going outside could they truly test Doraemon's judgment of the streets.

This involved a massive amount of algorithms, infrared sensor algorithm adjustments, and ultrasonic sensors.

"I'll take you on a good tour of this..."

"...world that isn't ready for you yet."