Chapter 202: Free Club

"The quality of intelligent robots is not good? 》

Photos of broken robots, and some articles, appeared on the web. As soon as these reports came out, they immediately caused waves and attracted the attention of Army Ant Company.

"It's really a wave of unresolved, wave after wave."

Zhao Min didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Since the robot was launched, a lot of things have not stopped.

But it is normal. The emergence of robots means that the way of life of human beings will undergo greater changes in the future.

The more things happen, the more humans are adapting to the existence of robots.

In the past, I always imagined that robots would enter the new life of human beings. Now that robots appear, I am a little worried. Whether Duke Ye loves dragons or fears the unknown, intelligent robots do appear and will continue to exist in the future.

"What about him?" Zhao Min looked at Xiao Yu.

"He looked for the reason for the damage to those robots in Building 1." Xiao Yu said.

"How did you get damaged?" Chen Mo carefully looked at the robot lying on the maintenance bench and asked after activating it.

This week, fourteen robots were abnormally damaged and sent back for repair. Such a large amount of abnormal damage caught his attention. If the robot is in normal use, it is unlikely that it will fail so quickly.

He has used the robot for so long, and the data collection has already been completed. This is definitely not a quality issue. Looking at the traces on the robot, it is man-made damage.

Now there have been some voices of poor robot quality on the Internet.

As the designer of the robot, he must find out why the robot is damaged. Otherwise, the public opinion on the Internet will become more and more noisy. The current online world, both domestic and foreign, is in a deformed stage. If there is any news, it will be hyped by the media without bottom line.

After destroying five naval companies last time, it stopped for a while.

Now the water army company does not dare to touch the taboo of the marching ant company, but it may be from the media.

"Sir, I don't remember how it was damaged." The robot in the maintenance station looked at Chen Mo.

For Chen Mo, all robots call him Mr. because he is the creator of all robots, and the internal program defaults.

A second-generation robot stopped by Chen Mo's side, and then said, "Brother Mo, it damaged the data during that period and was deleted. The same happened to several other aircraft. During the period of damage, the usage data was deleted. "

"Is there no automatic cloud saving of data when using it?"

"No, they were not connected to the network during the time they were damaged. But I found a little bit of special data inside a robot."

"What data?" Chen Mo asked.

"Fighting technique."

The hand of the second-generation robot pointed to the screen next to the maintenance station, and there were a series of fighting videos, videos of Kung Fu teaching, and fighting technical data of the robot's self-learning.

"I really have an idea to let the robot learn fighting skills."

After Chen Mo saw the data, he was amused. While this is a somewhat crude way for the robot to learn, it does have some usefulness.

"Retrieve all the information of these robot owners."

"This is all the information about the owner of the robot that was sent back for repair." On the screen next to the repair station, more than a dozen documents popped up: "They have one thing in common, they are all rich."

"Nonsense." Chen Mo smiled: "Make a statistic and analysis of the places they have been to these days."

These people are located in different places, distributed in various provinces and cities in the country, but he is sure that these robots are damaged, there must be some connection.

"The dots are integrated by the positioning system within the robot, the lines are the integration of the location of their mobile phones, and the dots of different colors represent different people."

A map popped out of the screen, marked by various lines and dots.

Usually, he will not look at the information collected by these positioning systems, and will not pay attention to it. He will only use it to find the robot when the robot is lost. This is the only way to investigate the situation now.

"Enlarge the map of Donghai City." Chen Mo pointed to the place where the lines and dots converged: "It's here,

Where is this gathering place? "

"Freedom Club."

Cai Liang looked at the clubhouse under the night with curiosity.

In the driver's seat of the car sat a yellow-haired man, one of his rich second-generation besties. This is a high-end private club, and those who come and go here are either rich or expensive, and they are all the most distinguished people in Binhai City.

Recently, there is a new program here, which has attracted the interest of many people.

"Huang Mao, are you sure Lan Niu can do it?" Cai Liang looked back at the demon robot in the back seat.

"Yes, definitely." Huang Mao said firmly: "I have won a few times and made a lot of money, five hundred yuan, but now my robot has been sent back to the Army Ant Company for maintenance, so I am training your robot, tonight. Come over together. As long as they don’t discover this secret, they can definitely make a lot of money, and it’s not a problem to buy another robot.”

"Okay." Cai nodded and sat calmly.

The car slowly entered the venue, stopped in the parking lot, and the two got out of the car. Immediately afterwards, the robot also got out of the car and followed behind Cai Liang.

After the two and a robot appeared, the receptionist also greeted them.

"Young Master Huang, you're here." A female supervisor looked at Huang Mao with a smile on her face: "This is?" Then she looked at Cai Liang.

"He's Brother Liang, my best friend, bring him to play." Huang Mao laughed.

"Then go in." The female supervisor led the two of them into the clubhouse, entered a stairwell, and turned to the basement: "Huang Shao, the next session won't start until half an hour later, do you want to get a haircut first? , or learn a foreign language?"

"I don't need to do my hair, I'm still a little interested in learning foreign languages, but I'm not a fast shooter. I'll talk about it next time." The yellow-haired man sneered as he swept the female supervisor.

"What about Brother Liang?" The female supervisor looked at Cai Liang.

"There are many foreign languages ​​to learn, Japanese, Russian, English, Korean, Vietnamese, Hindi."

"No need." Cai Liang, who was next to him, rolled his eyes. He wasn't very interested in these things. He came over today, just to see what the special program Huang Mao was talking about.

Following the female supervisor, the two quickly entered the basement.

A cry came from behind the closed door, slightly surprising Cai Liang.

"Next, I'll show you a world you haven't seen before." Huang Mao smiled at Cai Liang, followed behind the female supervisor, and pushed the door to enter.

The hustle and bustle, excitement, blood, and shock are the atmosphere inside the door. Perfume, cigarettes, fine wine, gourmet food, and hormones are mixed together, full of decay and decay.

On the seats, girls in revealing clothes, wealthy businessmen in suits and leather shoes, children in exaggerated dresses, urban white-collar workers who are usually aloof and glamorous ladies, all shouted towards the iron cage in the center of the venue.

How serious it is usually, how crazy it is now. Everyone had excitement in their eyes and seemed to be venting. The woman also lost her usual noble and glamorous, and was completely immersed in it.

Cai Liang was stunned secretly. There were many people here who made him familiar, and they were all serious entrepreneurs outside. I didn't expect such a side.

On the iron cage in the middle of the field, two strong men were fighting each other. Every move was fast and accurate, and they were completely solid, and they could subdue each other with one move.

Black fist?

Cai Liang was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that a high-level club with a bright surface would actually have an underground black boxing venue. The two were taken into a small room, and through the glass of the room, they could overlook the arena.

"Wait a moment, someone will tell you to come on stage, this is the number." The female supervisor handed a number to Huang Mao, smiled charmingly, and left the room.

"Does it feel fresh?" Huang Mao asked.

Cai Liang rolled his eyes directly.

"This kind of place is still rare. In contrast, I still like bars."

"I was racing cars or clubbing some time ago, but there's something new here recently, so I'll come to play and show you by the way." Huang Mao grinned.

Ten minutes later, a big man was beaten with blood all over his face and fell to the ground, only to hear mocking boos from his seat.

The cage was cleaned, and a host walked into the iron cage. Everyone on the field was quiet and looked at the host.

"Next, tonight's topic: robot fighting."