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Chapter 140 Sha, do you want some treasure? The kind that explodes! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

In the modern world, the logistics and coordination department.

Li Weiguo placed a cup of scalding hot tea on the table, his brow furrowed with worry as he worked.

Just as I finished verifying the documents sent by Su Mingjin and signed my name, there was a knock on the office door, and my assistant, Xiao Wang, poked half his body in.

"Mr. Li, Professor Deng has arrived."

Upon hearing that it was Deng Dakang, Li Weiguo immediately stood up from his chair and went out to greet him personally.

"Professor Deng, why did you come in person? How is your recovery?" Li Weiguo asked with a smile, warmly shaking the other's hand. "The higher-ups are just worried and made you rest for so long. Don't take it to heart."

Deng Dakang gave an awkward laugh.

He was a little flustered by the other party's enthusiasm and quickly shook hands in return: "Mr. Li, you're too kind. It's my honor that the organization remembers me. I came here today to apply to return to my post."

He was stuck for many days, spending his time in the intelligence analysis department looking at a lot of data, feeling restless and impatient. The restriction on his working hours made him very uncomfortable.

He desperately wants to work.

"Yes, definitely. We feel much more at ease with a pillar of the nation like you involved in the project!"

Li Weiguo laughed heartily, making no mention of the embarrassing incident where Deng Dakang was under the spell of a mind-body magic from another world and almost caused a major problem.

Seeing Deng Dakang standing there, unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes with both hands, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't, Li Weiguo knew exactly what was going on.

He took the initiative to ask, "Professor Deng, is there something you're having trouble saying?"

Deng Dakang glanced at his assistant Xiao Wang beside him, and his lips moved.

"Xiao Wang is my soldier, specializing in gathering intelligence on the other world. He's trustworthy," Li Weiguo said, patting his assistant on the shoulder.

Deng Dakang then gave Xiao Wang an awkward smile and mustered his courage to say, "That's not what I meant. It's like this, Mr. Li. I applied for equipment to research those new materials, but I don't know... I don't know how the production progress is?"

The moment this was mentioned, Deng Dakang's eyes lit up instantly, a scholar's purest yearning for the unknown.

Hearing this, Li Weiguo was already prepared. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "This... not yet. The properties of those materials from another world are too unstable. The specialized equipment is still in the demonstration stage. Safety comes first."

Seeing the light in Deng Dakang's eyes dim instantly, Li Weiguo changed the subject, took out a notepad and pen from the drawer, and quickly wrote a few lines.

"However, since Professor Deng has made a request, I'll give you a special note. We're using existing technology to solidly replicate a batch of scientific research equipment. Although it won't achieve the ideal accuracy, it should be sufficient for data analysis and simulation experiments for the time being. You can check it anytime, and I've given you the highest access privileges."

Deng Dakang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He really wanted to say that science is a matter where a slight error can lead to a huge mistake.

But judging from Li Weiguo's expression, you could tell how this person, who didn't know much about technology, felt.

He took the note and feigned excitement, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Li! Thank you for the organization's support!"

After seeing off Deng Dakang, who couldn't wait to dive into the lab, Li Weiguo returned to his desk, picked up the half-cold cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

I had just put the cup down when the phone on the table rang urgently.

The caller ID displayed only two words: Stone Fox.

"Stone Fox" refers to Shi Jiarong. He had a very good relationship with Deng Dakang and held a high rank, responsible for coordinating the Air Force and Army Aviation. They were in frequent contact due to their General Armaments Department connections.

Li Weiguo rubbed his temples, took a deep breath, and pressed the answer button.

He always felt that the other party had ulterior motives for calling.

"Hey, Lao Shi."

Immediately coming from the other end of the phone was Shi Jiarong's booming, yet somewhat frantic voice: "Old Li! What are you doing? You finally answered the phone! If you hadn't, I would have come over myself!"

Hearing that familiar tone, Li Weiguo picked up the now-cold teacup from the table, put it back, and chuckled, "Alright, stop keeping me in suspense! What is it?"

"I'm asking you, when exactly will the supply of that new material and engine you've developed be sufficient?"

Shi Jiarong's voice was full of happy troubles.

"My doorstep is practically worn down by everyone! People from various military units are calling me eight times a day asking for spare parts; they're practically begging me for money!"

Li Weiguo leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He had anticipated this.

Ever since the fighter jets equipped with the new engine in the East China Sea staged a thrilling "aerial ballet" with the enemy, and the ace pilot was forced to eject due to aircraft problems, the reputation of this new engine has been thoroughly established internally.

"Crying? I think you're overjoyed!" Li Weiguo said slowly. "I heard that people in the front-line units are starting to compete. If someone is still flying a plane with an old engine, they're embarrassed to even greet people."

"Heh heh, it's more than just being embarrassed!" Shi Jiarong chuckled. "Some radical commanders directly call the old equipment a liability that affects combat effectiveness! When they submit their reports, they speak with such earnestness, as if we'll be wiped out tomorrow if we don't get them re-equipped!"

"I'm so damn worried! A lot of our equipment was only deployed this century, and everyone said they really wanted to see it. Now, those greedy guys are treating it all like trash!"

Many of the equipment that China possessed was deployed after the 21st century. If the military were to follow its thrifty nature, one aircraft could be passed down through three generations, and the aircraft would still be there even after the personnel were gone.

This kind of thing is very common.

It's worth noting that Southeast Asia is still using T-54 tanks produced in the 1950s; the equipment of the military hasn't changed much in fifty years.

In other words, as rabbits have become better off in recent years, they've started to be picky about the equipment they choose.

Fifty years ago, you'd be happy just to have some equipment.

As Li Weiguo listened to Shi Huli's roar on the other end of the phone, his smile grew even wider.

"Old Shi, so you came to me just to complain? Do you want me to conjure up money for you, or materials?"

"Don't give me that!" Shi Jiarong changed the subject. "I'm asking you, can we increase production capacity? That's the key!"

"It will take some time to ramp up production," Li Weiguo said truthfully. "There are many problems in the other world, so we can't rush it."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed only by Shi Jiarong's heavy breathing.

"Old Li, things are really urgent here. Give me a straight answer. Is there any way to resolve this?"

Li Weiguo's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

"There is a way...."

"Speak quickly!" Shi Jiarong's voice instantly rose eight octaves.

Li Weiguo calmly offered his idea: "Instead of letting those second- and third-line equipment that have been replaced, and those spare parts, rust and gather dust in the warehouse, why don't we... find a few friends and get rid of them?"

"Recovering some funds would solve your immediate problem, wouldn't it?"

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone, but this time the silence carried a completely different meaning.

After a long while, Shi Jiarong's deep voice, tinged with excitement, slowly came through.

"Old Li, you're a far more cunning fox than I am, this 'stone fox'..."

"However, have you considered that if this were to be manipulated, it wouldn't be as simple as just recovering funds?"

"Why don't you apply to your superiors to sell some second- or third-tier spare parts to recoup funds and equip the troops with new equipment ahead of schedule?"

If things proceed as normal, some retired equipment will likely be stored away and incorporated into the war reserve.

By the time the new equipment is deployed, it will probably be a long time coming.

Li Weiguo didn't want to get involved in this, and snorted coldly: "It was your own suggestion, don't pin it on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat.

Not right.

Shi Jiarong, that old fox, was on edge from the moment he started making the phone call. First, he complained about the army pressing him too hard, then he cried poverty and lack of funds, gradually leading himself to the idea of ​​"selling secondhand goods".

This is all so meticulously planned, it doesn't seem like a spur-of-the-moment decision at all. It's clearly a trap that was dug in advance, just waiting for me to jump in!

"No, Shi Jiarong!" Li Weiguo's voice turned cold. "Are you trying to make a fool of me, you piece of trash?"

"With your intelligence, you wouldn't be able to guess all this. You've gone through all this trouble, haven't you already spoken to your superiors? Are you using me as a punching bag?"

A laugh, tinged with schadenfreude, came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Lao Li, you're so smart! You can't hide anything from you."

"When we meet again, you'll have to drink three cups of wine as an apology!"

"Sure, sure!" Shi Jiarong said with a smile, then said, "It's like this, Lao Li, our military budget is fixed every year, and there's no surplus from above. Now that we control the super resources of an entire other world, the performance of our troops' equipment is destined to undergo a major upgrade. In order to form combat capability as soon as possible, the higher-ups have decided to relax some conditions and handle this as a special case."

Shi Jiarong's tone became serious: "The General Armament Department said that if a suitable buyer can be found to dispose of those second- and third-line equipment that do not affect core combat readiness and do not involve information warfare, the funds recovered can be used for a specific purpose and directly to purchase new equipment ahead of schedule."

"After this opening was made, many soldiers were screaming in protest!"

Weapons and equipment are not ordinary commodities; selling them indiscriminately can disrupt regional balance and even trigger war.

However, it might be worthwhile to open a door by selling only some relatively outdated spare parts to accelerate the equipment upgrade of one's own troops.

Li Weiguo understood.

"Alright, I know you're anxious." Li Weiguo rubbed his throbbing temples and asked directly, "Tell me, after going through all this trouble, what exactly are you after?"

"Hehe, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Shi Jiarong's tone instantly became enthusiastic again. "Old Li, those otherworldly foods your department got their hands on are incredibly effective. I want you to cooperate with me on some operations."

"What operation?"

"Isn't the desert a bit unsafe? I'm planning to sell my goods to both the tycoon and the Persians at the same time!"

Li Weiguo nearly jumped up from his chair: "Are you crazy? These two companies don't get along. You're selling to them both at the same time? This could easily disrupt the regional balance and make everyone tense!"

Don't be fooled by their apparent peace; they share common interests.

If they are well-equipped, they could easily start a fight.

"We can't just stop and wait for others because we're running too fast, can we? Are we going to give up this opportunity to make money and upgrade our equipment just to appease them?"

Shi Jiarong countered with a question.

Decades ago, driven mad by poverty, they dared to sell the fifth member of the Mushroom Family directly to a wealthy tycoon.

Now, once again struggling to find the funds to upgrade their equipment, they've come up with a similar idea.

This kind of scumbag behavior—going crazy for new gear—is just too... speechless.

"Besides," Shi Jiarong lowered his voice, a hint of cunning in it, "we're selling spare parts, which are liabilities that affect combat effectiveness. How they use them, or whether they can use them effectively, is their own business. Moreover, I have a bargaining chip they can't refuse."

"What kind of bargaining chips?"

"The squid next door, and Big Mao and Little Mao fighting each other! This is a great opportunity."

"Those guys would definitely buy it if they heard about it."

"By the way, selling these can also serve as a warning to others," Shi Jiarong simply explained the strategy of the island raiders.

Li Weiguo fell silent. As he listened to Shi Jiarong's words, a chaotic scene appeared before his eyes.

Sha and Lao Ying have a very close relationship. After the initial unease, those spare parts, after being processed by Sha, will probably soon flow to another battlefield in the desert, or even the more distant Er Mao region.

Meanwhile, Persia has a good relationship with Russia, which is currently mired in trouble.

They don't mind a large influx of affordable and high-quality spare parts into their market.

Shi Jiarong's move wasn't selling anything; it was clearly an attempt to simultaneously pour boiling oil onto both fires.

However, it is oil that can burn a lot of oil, making countless people furious.

That old fox has an extraordinary amount of audacity.

You're insane!

"Tell me your plan, and I'll offer some assistance."

Li Weiguo asked directly.

Because he was also tempted.

There are always all sorts of random people coming to Zhu Rihe's side. It's better to deliberately cause chaos for the other side than to cause chaos for yourself.

-

Modern world, Beijing, a hotel.

Abdul felt like he was living a life of bliss.

After eating otherworldly delicacies for three consecutive days, he felt at least five years younger.

At this moment, his smooth bowel movements were just the least noticeable effect. The key was the energy that emanated from his very bones, reminding him of his peak condition when he was fifteen and could still go to the racecourse for a whole day after a night of partying.

A ten million dollar annual fee?

It's practically free!

This kind of thing that can restore the body's healthy metabolism and revitalize life is priceless to these nobles who lack nothing but fear aging.

Abdul is also a very ambitious guy.

This has led to him being very active in recent days.

A few days ago, he mobilized his network and called several friends, enthusiastically recommending this "food therapy miracle" from the East.

That day, someone he didn't get along with made a phone call.

"...Yes, that's what I told you, ten million per person, annual fee!"

"...Habibi, you have to believe me, this is a hundred times more effective than those cell therapies you had in Switzerland!"

On the other end of the phone was a Jordanian friend of his who was studying in the West.

Although there were some unpleasant things between the elders, the younger generation had a very good relationship.

It's like how a certain old emperor with a queue and a king who has absolutely no connection to you can become pen pals.

The information and connections within high-level circles are far more complex than outsiders imagine.

After hanging up the phone, Abdul was satisfied.

Opportunity favors the prepared mind.

After discovering the special delicacies, Abdul's status in the Shah's camp rose rapidly.

By introducing miraculous food therapies, he established a basic influence among many people.

This influence can, at times, be transformed into capital for personal advancement.

When he saw the alarm clock ring, he immediately got up and went to the restaurant.

This time, he noticed some different kinds of customers in the restaurant.

Several Asians in military uniforms were also eating, their plates piled high in front of them, enjoying their meal immensely, but unlike me, they didn't swipe their cards.

Abdul narrowed his eyes slightly.

interesting.

He, a VIP who spent ten million, was treated the same as others who ate for free.

"If you ask me, just scrap the equipment. What's the point of keeping it? It's all just scrap metal!"

"We can't just scrap metal; that equipment is over twenty years old, it's still pretty new. We can sell it to someone else!"

"Sell? Nonsense! That stuff is incredibly outdated to us, but it's state-of-the-art equipment to others. If Big Cat and the others get their hands on it, it'll be all super advanced stuff!"

"We can't sell it directly to them!"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Abdul, who knows some Chinese, easily understood their conversation with the help of a translation headset.

"You're discussing military secrets here? Can't we sell them to Big Cat and his gang?"

Abdul looked around. Born into a royal family, he had received a complete education in intrigue and human relationships, and he always felt that these people were looking for him.

Because he looked around, some of the powerful and influential people he usually saw were not there!

His heart pounded; he sensed an opportunity.

"Could it be a trap? No... it can't be!"

Hearing the other party repeatedly mention the destruction of outdated equipment and its sale to others, he took a few deep breaths, picked up his plate, and walked over with a friendly smile.

The people on the other end of the line stopped talking when they saw Abdul arrive.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am Abdul from the desert. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The leading officer looked up, glanced at him, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and gave a standard welcoming smile: "Hello, Mr. Abdul, welcome to the East."

The communication went more smoothly than I had imagined.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere warmed up, and Abdul began to steer the conversation in a direction that interested him.

This is his experience: love starts with communication. Even a home run needs foreplay, let alone weapons.

"Speaking of which, I've been fascinated by weapons and equipment since I was a child, especially your country's equipment, which is designed to be very... impressive."

Abdul used his limited vocabulary to try his best to express his worship.

"I wonder if I would have the honor of seeing your active-duty equipment?"

The atmosphere at the table fell silent for a moment after those words were spoken.

The leading officer looked troubled, as if he was carefully choosing his words.

In reality, everyone knows that this is just one part of their plan.

Shi Jiarong, that old fox, wrote it all out in his script—release the idea of ​​selling equipment to the outside world, but don't agree too quickly; keep the other party hanging.

Make him feel that this is a tremendous opportunity.

They discovered that Prince Abdul's identity was quite good; he wasn't a typical shrewd old fox, and they could communicate with him more.

But I didn't expect the other party to take the bait so quickly, so fast!

"Mr. Abdul, this... active-duty equipment involves military secrets and cannot be opened to the public according to regulations." The officer looked troubled, but then changed the subject, "However, since you are our friend, this... is not entirely impossible."

Abdul's eyes lit up.

"We happen to have a batch of 'negative assets affecting combat effectiveness' stored in our warehouse," the officer said in a low voice, sounding quite serious. "We were originally planning to dismantle and destroy them, but since our friend is interested, arranging an internal exchange and learning session is not out of the question."

"Negative assets?" Abdul asked, feigning ignorance.

"They are some... old guys with mature technology and stable performance, but due to the application of new materials, they seem to be a bit outdated."

The officer sighed, a look of regret on his face.

"Although they are quite powerful, they occupy a lot of space and are a burden to us, but they may be a treasure to our friends who need them."

Abdul's heart began to race.

He understood!

This is hardly a "liability"; it's clearly an excuse for Easterners to sell their equipment.

They got something better?

That's why we're preparing to eliminate the second-best!

So why did they contact me?

Is it because I have a lot of money?

No, they just want this excuse to sell those items?

He had just heard those things that were "outdated," which were like divine weapons to them, who were constantly surrounded by troubles and relied on equipment from all over the world, mainly buying peace.

"Great! Of course I'm willing!" Abdul quickly agreed, fearing the other party might change their mind.

Seeing Abdul's excited expression as if he had found a treasure, the officer lowered his head, a smile appearing on his lips, and in his heart gave Shi Jiarong, who was far away in the capital, a thumbs up.

The old fox's scheme was truly masterful.

The fish has taken the bait.

The speed at which they took the bait was freaking too fast!

When I report this to General Manager Shi later, I must make sure to reduce the equipment specifications as much as possible! Otherwise, it will easily cause some people to lose sleep and appetite.

At the same time, the neighboring sheep, and some other people who were on good terms with him, received news that their good neighbor had some outdated weapons that were being disposed of.

Given the current situation, these messages have naturally attracted a lot of attention.

That's the East, a place where Cthulhu was produced through industrial output.

Anything they casually reveal can become a national treasure in some regions.

Some small frigates, if deployed somewhere in Africa, could wipe out an entire enemy navy. They could easily destroy the coastline.

When they decide on something that isn't particularly important, it naturally attracts a lot of attention.

-

Jason rubbed his aching lower back and stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. The office was filled with the anxious smell of tobacco.

The intelligence report that had just been delivered on the table was glaringly obvious.

"I knew it, damn it! I knew something was fishy!"

Jason let out a low growl, his face contorted with a mixture of excitement and unease.

He guessed that his neighbor from the East must have some ulterior motive behind his actions, but he didn't expect the other party's actions to be so straightforward, so...arrogant!

This is not about dealing with outdated equipment at all.

This is clearly telling the whole world – I'm about to start throwing chess pieces onto the chessboard!

Jason stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in his office, the expensive carpet under his feet creaking under his feet.

A series of data classified as top secret flashed through his mind.

Those satellite images showed ships flooding the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot; those reports contained alarming industrial output figures.

Does proactively disposing of expired equipment mean they have so many new equipment items that they can't even fit them all in their warehouse?

No, it should be said that their new equipment has already been iterated upon once again?

The new aircraft they tested was just one of countless pieces of equipment.

Oh no, the scales seem to be about to break!

hiss!

The thought of this sent a chill down his spine.

What would happen if the opponent's advantage surpassed theirs? What would it be like if they threw all that "garbage" into those already chaotic competition zones?

Although the interests in those places are not directly linked to him, they are inextricably linked to the giants of the domestic military-industrial complex.

If the interests of those giants are harmed, the monkeys under their own big tree won't have an easy time either.

No, absolutely not!

He grabbed the internal phone and dialed his subordinate Peter's number directly.

"Peter, come to my office, immediately!"

Soon, Peter, wearing a plaid shirt and sporting dark circles under his eyes, pushed open the door and entered.

"gentlemen."

Without wasting words, Jason threw the intelligence in front of him: "Look, our old rival isn't content with being alone anymore."

Peter quickly glanced through it, his brow furrowing.

"Hiss, sir, this is bad. Are they going to get involved themselves?"

"Their involvement?" Jason sneered. "They don't even need to get involved themselves! Just sell off those so-called 'liabilities,' and all our plans will fall apart! They're fanning the flames, and they're the biggest fan in the world!"

He walked up to Peter and patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Immediately issue the order: keep a close watch on their every move! I need to know the whereabouts of every piece of equipment, and the details of every buyer! We must know what they're planning in advance to ensure the safety of our interests!"

"Understood, sir! I will have them monitor you in shifts around the clock."

After Peter left, Jason immediately encrypted the message and transmitted it to the Octagon area.

The news was like a depth charge, causing a huge uproar over the building.

An emergency meeting was convened, with a group of intelligence think tank personnel, staff officers, and top analysts sitting together, their faces increasingly grim.

On the large screen, the information collected by Jason and his team is being displayed on a scrolling basis.

"...It's possible that the prolonged infighting has led to their economic downturn, or it could be that our subordinates' provocative actions recently have angered them...Based on this analysis, they have lost patience."

An analyst pointed at the screen, his tone somber.

"They are preparing to use their terrifying production capacity to directly intervene in the global hotspots of conflict!"

"Damn it!" A silver-haired man slammed his fist on the table. "They really are two-faced!"

"Sir, once they enter the fray, the strategic balance we've established nearby will be completely shattered. Those we've nurtured will be nothing but paper in the face of the steel torrent manufactured in the East."

The entire conference room was deathly silent.

Everyone knows that once that dormant industrial behemoth begins to export its war potential, the global order they have painstakingly built over decades will face its most devastating blow.

"We must stop them...no, we must appease them!"

The staff officer's voice was resolute.

"Stop at all costs before their plans cause any real damage! Their arrangements must be completely quelled!"

The chaos they had stirred up, their hearts filled with fear, made them unaware that the Industrial Cthulhu was simply looking to upgrade his outdated equipment.

-

In the modern world, at the Zhurihe Institute of Biology and Advanced Materials.

The heavy lead door slid open silently, and after several layers of verification, Deng Dakang entered the laboratory, which was kept at a constant temperature and humidity.

The air was filled with the slight warmth unique to the running equipment and a faint smell of disinfectant.

On the huge curved screen, a three-dimensional structural model of a single hair is being displayed.

It is not solid, but has a precise hollow structure, and inside you can see an extremely thin spiral of material that is constantly changing colors.

This is the hair of an elf.

"Professor Deng." Old Wang, who was in charge of the project, pushed up his glasses. His eyes were sunken, clearly indicating that he had been up all night again.

"Tell me, what new discoveries have you made?" Deng Dakang's eyes never left the screen.

"Not much progress. We've almost perfectly replicated it, but it completely loses its effectiveness in the other world." Old Wang was straightforward and frankly admitted, "The energy absorption system of the elf hair is key to absorbing magical particles. But it's best to produce it in a place with magical particles."

"Without magical particles, our replicas, while possessing energy conversion capabilities, are far inferior to the most ordinary photovoltaic panels on the market. They also cannot absorb magical particles, thus failing to become the magical particle-gathering devices we envision."

The elves' hair contains chlorophyll variants that have a spectral absorption range covering the infrared and ultraviolet bands, resulting in an astonishing energy conversion rate.

The other party's optical fiber network can deliver the absorbed light energy to the capillaries of the scalp without loss, and directly participate in ATP synthesis.

They synthesized some things in the modern world, but there were too many problems. They were completely similar in form but different in essence.

Deng Dakang tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, making a dull sound.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

"Is photovoltaics only at the theoretical stage?"

"Yes, simple applications in the photovoltaic field are no problem, but the cost and technical difficulty are currently disproportionate. As for applying it to magic absorption..." Engineer Wang smiled wryly, "Professor Deng, we don't even understand what magic is, this step is too big."

Deng Dakang paused for a moment, then changed the subject: "What about the brain-computer interface project? Did you manage to get that mutated octopus specimen you sent last time?"

Mentioning this finally brought a glimmer of hope to Old Wang's face.

"Success! We've doubled the transmission efficiency of brainwave sensing!"

"But..." he changed the subject, skillfully pouring cold water on the idea, "The recognition rate is still a big problem, less than 100%. We asked the test subject to think about 'picking up a cup,' and the robotic arm it controlled had a 70% chance of succeeding. The other 30%... it might crush the cup, or simply hit its colleague on the head. This is even worse than the old solution."

"Therefore, commercial and military applications are out of the question for now, the error rate is too high."

Old Wang's statement is an insult to his own skills.

In fact, the electrode brainwave signal transmission they studied was very precise, but the octopus's more powerful signal processing mode was a completely new field for them, requiring more theory and time to verify.

To achieve such results in just one month is already quite impressive.

Deng Dakang frowned.

Brain-computer interfaces are a key component of Deng Dakang's overall scientific research strategy.

This thing has a wide range of uses. Whether it's military exoskeletons, prosthetics for the disabled, or the virtual world, a mature and stable brain-computer interface is needed as a foundation.

He is also the core of the idea that "the mind triumphs over material things, transcending the ordinary and attaining sainthood. Flesh and blood are weak, while machinery ascends!"

Now, the elf hair and the subsequent mana-absorbing storage device are stuck.

Brain-computer interfaces are also barely surviving.

The burning passion in Deng Dakang's heart was as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

"Do you have any samples?" he suddenly asked.

Old Wang was taken aback for a moment: "Yes, there are some, but they are all substandard products with insufficient accuracy. Professor Deng, these things are really useless now."

"Organize it; I need it." Deng Dakang's tone left no room for argument.

"Huh? But..."

Deng Dakang turned his head and stared at him: "Just give me all the samples, now!"

(End of this chapter)