Black Technology Live Room

When the noon sun shone on Zhang Zhai, finally, everything returned to calm.

All the buildings have been built, and even the land under their feet can no longer see yellow sand and gravel, leaving only the ground paved with dark liquid sand.

Except for Zhang Zhai's feet, within a radius of one meter, it is still the same.

Zhang Zhai squinted his eyes and looked around. All the buildings around him were pitch black, so dark that it seemed that the entire area was in shadow.

"This building looks really...cool enough." The corners of Zhang Di's mouth twitched. Perhaps this was the only shortcoming of Liquid Sand. The color was not quite right, but fortunately it was not green, otherwise the scene...

Zhang Zhai took a few steps forward, and just walked out of the only land left that was not covered with liquid sand.

Dozens of terminators rushed over in front of him, and rushed behind Zhang Zhai. In an instant, the only one was blackened and yellowed. Now it's all right, it's completely black.

Under the sunlight, Zhang Zhai's face seemed to be blackened by the blackness around him.

But this large T800, with its silver-white appearance, shines brightly in the sun, in stark contrast to the surrounding black.

"Everyone still remember our bet." Zhang Di looked at the camera and said to the audience in the live broadcast room.

Under the sun, he showed a sunny smile, "It seems that I won the bet this round?"

Compared with Zhang Zhai's sunny mood, the netizens in the live broadcast room are now in a much more melancholy mood.

Accompanied by them, Zhang Zhai witnessed this historic moment.

But now, they are not happy at all.

"After watching the live broadcast all night, I knew I was screwed."

Jiu Zhangji: "Fortunately, I'm a fortune teller, so don't worry. However, I watched the sky last night, and the world has changed a lot..."

"Hey! I really want to die now, and I feel that the future is bleak. I thought that the T800 would be fast, and it would be powerful. Anyway, this kind of high-tech thing is far away from ordinary people, and it can't affect me. In the end, I didn't." Thinking about it, the production of T800 is so fast, and the speed of making a robot is as fast as papermaking. Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?

"Hahaha, God Zhai, when will this kind of robot be sold? I'll pre-order 100 first, and I won't have to hire workers in my factory in the future!"

Zhang Zhai smiled slightly, watching the various bullet screens in the live broadcast room, some were sad and some were happy, some were cursing and some were praising. There are even irrational people who curse him to die.

He clearly understands where the key issue lies, not only that humans may be replaced by robots, but the most critical issue is the speed at which such robots appear.

Hundreds of thousands of terminators a night, almost instantaneously draw in the time when robots will replace humans, making people feel a strong sense of crisis.

Let the crisis that may have taken a long time to appear appear in front of you in an instant.

Can the reactions of these people not be violent?

However, have you misunderstood something?

Zhang Zhai deliberately pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Today seems to be a working day, why are there so many people in the live broadcast room? Everyone is not going to work?"

More than 60 million simultaneous online users can be called terrifying.

"God Zhai, why are you still working...I feel like I'm almost useless."

"Fortunately, I'm still a senior in high school, and I can re-select the major I applied for..."

"Zhang Zhai, my mother, if I lose my job, I will die with you."

"F**k..."

...

See those angry, hostile guys.

"Kick out all those dirty words forever." Zhang Zhai put away his smile and said sharply.

No name was named, but A1 knew that it was her who did it.

Those who were still typing and wanted to continue to rant about Zhang Zhai, before they understood what was going on, they found that they couldn’t send out the barrage, and then they were kicked out. When they wanted to enter the live broadcast room again, they never entered again. not coming.

Zhang Zhai is kind, but he is not easy to provoke. No matter what your reasons are, you can't speak well.

The trolls here were cleared out a lot at once, and the live broadcast room was much more harmonious, but there was still a lot of sighs.

"I said you guys, did you misunderstand something?" Zhang Zhai looked at the live broadcast room with a smile on his lips.

"When did I say that I want to popularize the Terminator T800?"

... Zhang Zhai said that the live broadcast room exploded. If the server was not strong enough and shunted, it would have been paralyzed.

The audience asked excitedly.

"WHAT? Misunderstanding? What kind of international joke?"

"God Zhai, don't comfort me. The T800 has been mass-produced to this extent. Isn't it a matter of time before it becomes popular? I'm about to lose my job!"

"I have decided to become a painter. After all, I am still the man who won the third prize in my primary school painting competition."

...

The audience in the live broadcast room is a kind of magical creature, no matter what time it is, there are jokers.

Zhang Di looked at the barrage and was speechless, but he still kept a smile on his face.

"Why should I popularize T800? I don't even have enough for myself."

Anyway, T800 is also a powerful force in my hands. I popularize it, don't I look for things by myself?

Buy it from other countries, modify it slightly, even add a gun to the T800, and it can become a strategic weapon.

Have you ever seen missiles sold to ordinary people?

"God Zhai, stop joking, let me face this bloody reality."

"Husband! One hundred thousand a day, you just use it, how much can you use!"

"Hey, sad..."

Speaking for yourself, when did your credibility become so low?

The corner of Zhang Di's mouth twitched,

"Well, let me tell you the truth, I actually plan to popularize the Terminator T800 immediately to replace all jobs, you will lose your job immediately, and then you will be finished, your future is bleak, and you have no way to survive, so go as soon as possible die."

There is nothing good to say about this group of hypocritical guys.

"God Di? You...are you telling the truth, you really don't want to promote Terminator robots? Just keep them for yourself."

"I kiss my husband, are you serious?"

Zhang Zhai already had this kind of tone, and the audience in the live broadcast room naturally reacted.

Zhang Zhai, it seems that he never thought about promoting Terminator robots from the beginning to the end?

I'll go, then aren't we being self-indulgent?

Zhang Zhai rolled his eyes, "I said you really have a lot of dramas, I'm just showing you a live broadcast, you're going to die."

"It's fine now. There was nothing wrong at first, but now I guess, a lot of you are going to be fired."

is not that right? Don't go to work on weekdays, skip work to watch live broadcasts, and wait until the calf is over.

...

Ziguang Pavilion.

Several elders have drawn up a general direction, and are discussing the relevant details on how to control this turmoil.

But at this time Zhang Zhai stopped talking, and couldn't help but look at each other.

The elder smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case.

"Young people nowadays, when they do things, they really don't follow the rules..."

...

Here, in the live broadcast room.

Following Zhang Zhai's repeated promises, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became active again.

"Wow Kaka, let me tell you a joke, just now the buddy next door to me was also watching Zhai Shen's live broadcast, but he couldn't take the blow, so he jumped off the third floor and is still hanging on the crooked neck tree downstairs. It's screaming."

"Haha, thank God Zhai for not killing me, let's go, move bricks."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's right, if he wants to sell robots, it must be for money.

However, did Zhang Zhai want money? lack!

After this night, he was extremely poor!

However, he believed that it would not be long before someone would rush to send him money.

No, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

coming.

"Hey, Mr. Xie..."

Thank you for your monthly ticket support, hey, thanks.

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"Road to Stealing the Heavenly Emperor" tells the story of the great emperor being reborn, stealing all the treasures in the world, stealing treasures, stealing ways, and stealing the sky.

After a brief look, it feels okay, but the number of words is slightly less, interested friends, you can read it.