Chapter 552: Asking for Money

In a conference room in the Beehive, hundreds of seats formed a circle, and nearly half of them were filled with holographic projections.

These holographic projections were whispering to each other, with rather irritable expressions.

Suddenly, the door opened, with Gao Gong in front and the host computer behind. As soon as the new face of Gao Gong appeared, it immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, there are so many people coming."

The senior engineer scanned around and found that there were actually 47 online. You must know that although the number of participants in this corporate war is the largest, the number of companies is only a little over a hundred.

Taking into account the number of companies that have already been eliminated in the early stage, 47 companies are already half of the number.

This is naturally not because of how well-connected ‘Kabuto’ is, but simply because the ‘biochemical brain computer’ technical route is too powerful and too buggy.

And being too powerful means being too dangerous.

Especially for brain-computer developers who take the mechanical route, if they cannot suppress it in the first wave, once it spreads, it will be like a virus, pervasive.

"Who are you, Kabuto?"

The host computer eagerly pulled up a chair, helped the senior engineer sit down, and then said with a serious face: "This person is the new president of our neuroediting group. You can call him Mr. G."

"As for the previous 'Kabuto', he has already stepped down to make way for someone more worthy."

As soon as these words came out, new president, president, and resignation, everyone immediately understood that Kabuto was out.

But no one cares about the life and death of the boss of a new company. The only thing they care about is the biochemical brain computer.

"What's the situation now? Are you sure you can suppress it? No, are you delaying it?"

The person who said this was a guy in a black suit who was fully mechanically modified. The most interesting thing about him was that his facial features were not implanted with bionic skin, but mechanical facial features, and the back of his head was smooth, with a coin-sized jack.

There is no doubt that this is a brain-computer interface, but it is actually round. Is there any mistake?

You must know that in the days when engineers have not time traveled, mobile phone chargers only had type-C, and at most Apple and Android were added. Even the headphone jack almost no longer has round holes. You are a brain machine, and you can actually make it round. shaped jack!

Heretic, so heretical! !

The senior engineer didn't speak, and another brain-computer developer asked immediately.

"How many generations has the virus mutated to? What kind of infection does it rely on, what special abilities does it have, and can samples be obtained?"

There is such a big hole in the back of the opponent's head!

"What are the combat capabilities of these transformed people?" asked another brain-computer developer.

This computer jack is only about the size of a toothpick. Unfortunately, I don’t eat noodles or use a sewing machine.

The senior engineer turned his head indifferently.

"What level of executives does Vinos Life Safety Group send?" another person asked.

Triangular brain machine, interesting, but why not quincunx shape.

“How have other bio giants responded to this?”

Three-in-one brain-computer jack, do you need to plug in three data cables? Why not integrate into one? Are you sick?

"What's your response?"

Why do people have the back of their heads? Your brain computer port should be installed on your forehead. Do you want to emit laser light?

"Why don't you speak?"

Damn, you are even more awesome, it’s actually a set-top box.

A bunch of people surrounded the senior engineer and bombarded him wildly, but he seemed to be out of his mind. In the end, even the 'host computer' couldn't stand it anymore and coughed twice.

Boss, it’s not that the emperor is not anxious and the eunuchs are, it’s that the fire is about to reach our doorstep, and we are the front line against the enemy.

"Ahem," the senior engineer stood up solemnly, looked around, and his strong gaze made everyone shut up. Then, he said with a cold face:

"Let's put it this way, everyone, the questions you asked are not problems in my opinion!"

The others looked stern. Is this still a hidden transformation master, or has he discovered a fatal flaw in some kind of biological brain-computer technology?

"Because I don't know anything, and I can't figure anything out. I'm a waste!!"

As soon as these domineering words came out, the whole audience was shocked. No one spoke for a long time because they really didn't know what to say.

Finally, under the look of disbelief, the 'fuel port brain machine developer' came back to his senses and said loudly: "Who are you?!"

There was no idiot in the room, and no one would think that the guy who took down the neuroediting group would be a complete idiot. In this testing ground, there is room for madmen to survive, but there is no room for fools.

"Mr. G, executive director of Dugo Group, honorary director of Masfengmang, founder of biochips and mecha technology."

"The ancestor of hunters, the chief hunter of the hunter-killer conference."

"Destroyed the 'Human Completion Project' in the City that Never Sleeps."

"Some big figures in the digital world put a bounty on him in the underground world."

"The lover of the female president."

The people present were all very capable people, and they quickly found out a series of qualifications of someone, and almost took off his underwear.

The senior engineer coughed dryly: "Except for the last one, the other identities are all nonsense and I will not admit it!"

"The Dugo Group has a lot of business cooperation with our company, but unfortunately we have not cooperated in the corporate war, and now is a good opportunity," a brain-computer developer tried to play the emotional card.

Damn! It's you, the 'round charging hole', oh no, the 'round brain machine hole', you heretic, you'll go back and whisper to Director Du to ask her to cut off business dealings with your family. People like you can easily ruin my family's feng shui!

Engineer Gao snorted coldly and didn't bother to answer at all.

"Du Gao's military capabilities are catching up with the old military groups. We believe that you will be able to stop this 'biochemical crisis'."

Everyone is lifting the flowery sedan chair, but you lift it and I won't.

"If the 'biochemical brain machine' spreads, it will not be a good thing even for your group!"

This is the threat theory school.

"Can your family make nuclear bombs? I can provide a large amount of shaft raw materials."

This is... the anti-human school.

Engineer Gao sighed and said, "What you said makes sense, but I don't have the final say in the company. I don't have any power. I'm just a pretty boy who dances at the sound of cock-crows."

"..."Everyone.

You stinky shameless thing!

"Just tell me, what price do you need to pay to control this 'biochemical brain machine'."

Seeing that Gao Gong pretended to be stupid and didn't recognize his relatives, someone finally started to speak human language.

"Hey, it's not that I don't want to help you, but you should also know that most of our military forces are in the northern hemisphere, serving the 'Saint Brain Group'. We have signed a very strict contract with them, and the boss of the Saint Brain Group is such a strong person..."

Gao Gong suddenly turned into Xianglin Sao and began to complain endlessly. The summary is three words, you have to pay more!

After a period of hesitation--

"Our group is willing to pay 2 billion sponsorship fees to your group!"

"We will pay 3 billion, and the requirements are not high, as long as you can control the 'biochemical brain machine' on this continent!"

"We will pay 1.5 billion!"

"We will pay 1 billion!"

...

These 40 or 50 companies, one after another, finally raised 50 billion labor fees.

Compared with the super income that the "Electronic Brain Project" can bring, a little loss is still within the acceptable range.

"Actually, I don't care about money, I have no interest in money at all," said Gao Gong seriously: "Our goal is just to serve the public and create more convenience for the people."

Others heard a question mark on their foreheads. Brother, you are a military group and an arms dealer. You create convenience for the people. What kind of convenience do you create? Zero-yuan purchase?

"But, because we started slowly and had a low starting point, we have not had enough technology to update and replace, and bring excellent experience to consumers. If there are kind people who can help us in these aspects, then there is no doubt that we must have the confidence to save the world and deal with this crisis!"

Everyone's face changed. It's okay to ask for money. It looks like he is going to kill him!