After half a year, Du Zhaodi once again stepped off the plane to meet a certain young wolfdog.
On the tarmac, Gao Gong smiled at her. Seeing this familiar face, Director Du couldnât help but roll her eyes.
Although in this technological era, distance is not an issue, especially with the latest virtual sensation machines offering a networking mode for âface-to-faceâ communication, with scenes and environments freely selectable.
However, Director Du is something of an old-timer, quite conservative, and doesnât really enjoy this kind of virtual level experience.
She opted for a traditional way of keeping in touch, chatting on the phone for hours.
Though the two hadnât met in half a year, they spoke on the phone for at least half an hour every day.
Director Du even managed to self-learn a skill of working while on the phone, achieving high efficiency.
So when they met, there was no awkwardness at all, and they didnât even bother with the coupleâs trifecta of hand-holding, hugging, and French kissing.
Gao had earth-shaking abilities, but no place to display them.
Director Du was quite shy in this regard.
On the contrary, another rich lady, Sister Rose, after parting with a certain young wolfdog, was still caught up in passion for the first week, occasionally networking with the virtual machine.
However, the feel of the virtual level could never replace reality.
After a week, Sister Rose stated it was meaningless, just childâs play, and decided to stop.
Then she disappeared.
In summary, one was too plain, the other too intense. If not for the young wolfdogâs exceptional talent, handling two drastically different rich ladies would have been impossible.
Director Du was in her usual âdirector modeâ, wearing a researcher-style white coat, but the attentive Gao Gong noticed that she had put on some light makeup, subtly drawn brows, eyes that were determined yet not lacking gentleness, and ear-tucked shoulder-length hair, smiling with a faint sense of relief. One slight press of her lips made the sense of oppression instantly soar by several magnitudes.
Director Duâs base looks already scored 85 points; with this makeover, she shot straight to 100 points.
This was what Gao Gong thought and also said.
The praises poured out non-stop from someoneâs lips the moment they met, like they were free.
Director Du rolled her eyes again, pursed her lips, and forced the slightly raised corners of her mouth down.
"I donât have much time. Letâs head directly to the Main Brain Area."
"Alright!"
Gao Gong grinned, taking her small hand, feeling the roughness of her skin, and couldnât help expressing tenderly:
"I keep telling you to rest well, why donât you listen?"
Director Du rolled her eyes once more, didnât bother speaking, and instead instructed those behind her.
"Stay here and donât wander off."
The staff of Du Gao Technology were dumbfounded. Werenât they here to work? What does âdonât wander offâ mean?
This is Director Duâs standard double standard.
I can find it cheesy, but you canât not say it.
Even though Iâm always working, I donât mind accompanying you for a little romance during work.
A young wolfdog who canât comprehend this level, donât even talk about getting in, you canât even see me.
Over the past half year, itâs not like Director Du hasnât had suitors, but none could get past three conversations with her.
"Is that the Tier 3 weapon?"
From a distance, Director Du saw the superweapon hundreds of meters high. As a mechanical engineering dog, no, a mechanical rich lady, her eyes sparkled instantly.
Studying this thing had the same strong attraction as studying a certain young wolfdogâs body.
"Only a day and a half of time, disassembly and transport might be difficult, right?" Director Du asked, a bit worried.
"Iâm afraid my crew isnât enough."
"Donât worry, Iâve already prepared."
In Gao Gongâs hand suddenly appeared a small black box phantom. With the âblack boxâ spinning repeatedly, the missile silos across the districts of Nightless City opened, numerous mechanical eyeliner pouring out, each bearing drills of various sizes.
These would disassemble the thing from the inside.
As for assembly, that was up to the rich lady.
"Hmm, not bad."
Director Duâs eyes suddenly became hollow, like emotionless mechanical eyes.
Without Gao Gongâs manipulation, some of the cityâs mechanical vehicles and transport robots were all temporarily commandeered.
Although Gao is a bootleg âMechanical Main Brainâ, Director Du being able to seize part of his authority on the spot showed she hadnât been idle over the past half year.
Gao Gong gently pinched her cheek, pulling out Director Duâs panel.
Name: Du Zhaodi
Race: Mechanical Life, Corporate Will
Level: 60
Mechanical Energy: 1200000
Personal Attributes: Power 14, Agility 15, Endurance 17, Intelligence 90, Perception 75, Personality 80
Template: Daughter of Machines, Heart of Creation, Mechanical Genius
Note: A humanoid mechanical ecology, if she didnât trust you, do you think you could see her attributes, you little pretty boy!
The systemâs words, why do they sound so sour?
Could it be that youâre a male system?
In half a year, Director Du advanced from level 55 to 60, which wasnât surprising, given Gao Gong knew about her hard work.
What was surprising was in the race column, besides Mechanical Life, Director Du had gained another âCorporate Willâ.
Corporate Will itself is a kind of âlarge-scale buffâ, but few can truly merge with it and harness it.
The last person to achieve this was Hugh Laurie, whom Gao had dealt with.
A fellow who replicated and pasted personalities everywhere.