87: Chapter 87 Doraemon: I'm Not a Robot Vacuum Cleaner

After a brief moment of shock, an unprecedented fervor seized her.

Her instincts as a businesswoman made her instantly realize the terrifying value hidden behind this thing.

Mobile phones? Computers? Game consoles?

In front of it, they are all primitive tools!

Just like how smartphones replaced feature phones—no, even more thoroughly than that! This is about liberating humanity from the shackles of physical reality!

Education, healthcare, entertainment, social interaction... everything will be completely overturned!

"We must... we must make it happen!" Su Qingxue clenched her fists, flames burning in her eyes. "At all costs, we must bring it to a state where it can be mass-produced!"

"Sure," Lu Li yawned. "Then you handle it, and I'll be responsible for the technology."

"Let's establish a subsidiary," Su Qingxue's mind raced. "Let's call it... 'Phantom World'!"

"Good name," Lu Li nodded. "But starting a company takes money, right? I happen to have some spare cash, about... 300 million or so, let's throw that in to play around with?"

Su Qingxue: "???"

She was once again shocked by her husband's wealth.

300 million... you call that spare cash?

You call this playing around?!

Did you rob a bank before you were reborn?

Watching her stunned expression, Lu Li was overjoyed.

Hmm, this way of living off her is getting more sophisticated; not only do I not have to hand over my salary, but I can even invest in my wife's business in return.

Splendid!

"Then... how will the equity be calculated?" Su Qingxue regained her composure and asked, slightly nervous.

This was Lu Li's technology, his hard work.

"You be the chairperson, you make the calls." Lu Li tossed the helmet back into the box casually, then sprawled out on the bed, forming a "big" shape.

"I'll just be the hands-off owner, the technical consultant, and occasionally provide you with some 'inspiration'."

He rolled over, facing her, and added lazily.

"I only have one request."

"What is it?"

"My monthly allowance must be deposited into my account on time."

Su Qingxue looked at his lazy, "salted fish" demeanor, feeling both annoyed and amused, yet her heart was filled with a huge sense of warmth.

A technology worth trillions, the future of the world—he tossed it to her as if it were nothing.

Just so that... he could continue to lie flat with peace of mind and live off her support.

Such a fool.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down, and looked into Lu Li's eyes.

This time, she didn't ask about the technical details.

She asked a completely different question.

"Lu Li, using this..."

She pointed at the helmet in the box.

"Can you... reconstruct that world from your memories?"

Lu Li was stunned.

He looked at Su Qingxue's serious expression, looking at the heartache deep in her eyes.

After a long time, he smiled.

He reached out, pulled her down beside him, and held her tightly.

"Silly."

"That world has already ended."

"I don't want to rebuild the past."

He said into her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, enunciating every word.

"I only want to create a brand new future together with you."

...

Meanwhile, in a residential complex in Jingzhou City.

A boy wearing black-rimmed glasses was in the process of unpacking a parcel.

Li Jiahao looked at the Doraemon in front of him, dancing with excitement:

"Blue Fatty! From now on, you're my brother! Quick, show me what you can do, help me sweep the floor!"

Doraemon's round body wobbled, and a disdainful emoticon "(¬_¬)" appeared on the screen on his chest.

Then, it said in that classic, milky voice:

"Honestly, why are you as lazy as Nobita? I am a cat-type Robot from the 22nd century, not a cleaning Robot!"

Despite saying that, it still reached out its round hand, stuffed it into its decorative four-dimensional pocket, and rummaged around, finally revealing a frustrated expression as it scratched its head:

"I remember now, the household Robot was taken to the Future Department Store for repairs!"

It had no choice but to pick up a rag from not far away and start working slowly.

Li Jiahao was dumbfounded, quickly picked up his phone, excitedly started recording, and filmed a video of Doraemon:

"Holy cow, guys, my Doraemon can even reach into its pocket and act tsundere; it's even more interesting than the one at the press conference!!"

...

Shanghai, a high-end residential complex.

At 6:30 in the morning, sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Five-year-old Lin You walked out of her room, rubbing her sleepy eyes, not yet fully awake.

"Good morning, Youyou!"

A familiar, milky voice rang out.

The little girl instantly woke up, her eyes shining like stars.

"Doraemon!"

In the living room, the blue robotic cat was standing by the dining table, a smiling expression displayed on the screen on its chest.

"What do you want for breakfast today?" Doraemon wobbled its round body.

"I want dorayaki!" the little girl jumped up excitedly.

"That won't do; children need to eat nutritious food in the morning." Doraemon shook its head. "Milk, eggs, whole wheat bread—that's how you grow tall."

"But..."

"If Youyou eats her breakfast obediently, Doraemon will tell you the story of 'The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter,' okay?"

The little girl immediately compromised and sat obediently at the dining table.

In the kitchen, Lin Youyou's mother, Wang Jing, stood at the doorway, watching this scene, her eyes moist.

She was a surgeon, and the intensity of her work was terrifying.

She left at 6:00 every morning and didn't get home until 10:00 at night; sometimes, when encountering emergency surgeries, she even had to work continuously for thirty hours at the hospital.

Her daughter was five years old, and the total time she had spent with her probably didn't even add up to a year.

Every time she saw her daughter's expectant gaze, her heart ached as if it were being cut by a knife.

But that was life; she had to work, she had to earn money to support the family.

Until three days ago.

She managed to snag a Doraemon on the official Guanghui Technology website.

When the package was delivered home, the moment she unwrapped it and pressed the switch, the smile that bloomed on her daughter's face made her feel that those 34,999 yuan were the most worthwhile money she had ever spent in her life.

Over these three days, Doraemon played with her daughter, told her stories, taught her to recognize characters, and corrected her sitting posture.

It was more patient than any nanny and more professional than any early education machine.

More importantly, it made her daughter no longer lonely.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" her daughter's voice interrupted her thoughts.

Wang Jing wiped the corner of her eyes, walked over, and patted her daughter's head.

"Nothing, Mommy was just thinking how lucky our Youyou is."

"That's because I have Doraemon!" the little girl said proudly. "Mom, did you know? Yesterday Doraemon taught me to recognize twenty Chinese characters!"

"Is that so? Then Youyou is amazing."

"Of course!" Doraemon's voice chimed in. "Youyou is the smartest little kid I've ever met, much better than Nobita!"

The little girl giggled.

Wang Jing watched this scene and suddenly felt that all those endless overtime shifts and all those sleepless nights seemed to have meaning.

Because with her own efforts, she had traded for the best childhood for her daughter.

...

In a residential complex in Jingzhou City, Li Jiahao picked up his phone again to film a video:

"Guys, my Blue Fatty actually scolded me!!"