At about 9 o'clock in the morning of Ticheng time, with a bad perception and mood of the crappy researcher and the so-called expert, Yan Yongbo hurriedly transferred from the "Bitter Reef Laboratory" to the central CBD of Ticheng.

At this time, it is the rush hour for work, and the crowded flow of people and vehicles shuttles back and forth between the ground, sky and buildings of the city, like the bacteria breeding in a huge can, and the same survival mode hides the restless power that can explode and multiply again at any time.

Yan Yongbo was in the middle of it, but he quickly withdrew.

He turned off the live broadcast screen, got out of the car and entered a skyscraper, and under the guidance of the secretary who was already waiting at the door, he took the exclusive elevator and quickly went up to enter the room with the best lighting on the top floor of the building.

Even in the central CBD, it is one of the commanding heights, with terrain, money, and power blocking off most of the hustle and bustle. Yan Yongbo felt like he had crawled out of a rotten can, as if he only needed to take one step to get out completely...... Then throw the can into the trash with his backhand.

It's a pity that it's just an illusion brought on by some kind of manic mood.

If you exclude the psychological factor, this place is also a great view. From a commanding position, you can look out over the coastline and the seascape on the edge of the city's bustling area, until you stretch your head and blend into the gray and blue in the distance.

However, if you want to find the most valuable target on the current coastline of Ticheng, even with an extraordinary vision, you may not be able to see through the disturbance of light by the atmosphere.

But......

Yan Yongbo's eyes slowly rolled, and two projection areas were opened in the room, showing a clear image on them. One of them, with high-definition pixels, is showing a young and familiar face.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he didn't want to see it, but he had no choice but to stay as calm as possible.

But this strong self-maintaining attitude, after seeing the real-time image cut out of another projection area, I couldn't help it anymore.

Yan Yongbo pursed the corners of his mouth and turned his face to the side.

He'd rather look at Ronan's kid than bother to say hello to the people over there—then again, chattering on the other side, seemingly noticing him.

However, the owner of this room withdrew his eyes from the projection area and laughed at him: "It's just right, you father and son meet." Would you like a drink? ”

Mu Dong raised the iced coffee in his hand and gestured to each other.

Dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt, baggy linen trousers and thin-soled slippers, the world's "strongest" businessman leaned against the edge of a huge desk as if he were living in the summer, as if he had not yet come out of his equatorial island vacation life, and did not fit in with the layout of the room.

"Thank you, just clear water."

"Hot water or ice water?"

"Ice."

Naturally, the secretary was responsible for satisfying the small request, and the faint mountain spring water was quickly delivered.

It is not the first time that Mu Dong and Yan Yongbo have seen each other, but with the recent changes in Yan Yongbo's role in the Apocalypse Laboratory, they have become more and more invisible: "You are studying the gadgets that Ronan brought?" ”

"Well, look at what he's doing."

Yan Yongbo can feel that when he talks about these boring words, he probably has the same perception as himself:

The speakers of the current video conference are too noisy.

His father, who has not grown at all in the past few years, will never be able to grasp the point.

Yan Hong, who participated in the video conference, was extremely excited at this time, because he was the first to catch the big secret exposed in the live broadcast.

"That's right, Ronan is Mr. Mo!

Hood's words worked, and Ronan's subconscious answer was the biggest flaw: Hood hadn't met him at all, and it was the so-called 'Mr. Mo' who communicated with Hood remotely in Hancheng before!

"Aha, the others have also been misguided, that female anchor, as well as the high-ranking members of the Blood Flame Order, have proved this!

"I know, how can there be such a transcendent species in the world all of a sudden?"

At this time, the live broadcast process of Zeolite Beach was the time for Ronan and Hood to communicate briefly, and those who were on the scene did not seem to feel anything wrong.

And many of the participants in the remote video conference were also quite indifferent to this - of course, Yan Hong lacked sensitivity to these.

Ronan began to arrange the specific work, and his voice was steady, concise, and clear.

The only interference is Yan Hong's loud voice and his body movements that he can't wait to dance.

Yan Yongbo felt that his father's appearance was largely an excessive stress reaction to Ronan's speech just now to reconstruct the format theory with "four ends and four layers".

Yan Hong vigorously criticized Ronan's current style: "The guy who is so tricky ......"

"Dr. Yan."

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak: "I asked you to come here because you are the founder of the prototype format theory, an expert in burner transformation technology, and I need you to do some technical explanations, and in other fields, I think there will be more professional people to analyze." ”

"But ......"

Yan Hong was about to argue, but he didn't know which of the big guys at the meeting had touched his sight, his face was a little stiff, and he paused for a moment before speaking again, and his voice was already at least two octaves lower:

"Yes, I understand."

The world was suddenly much cleaner, and the sound of Ronan's assignment became clearer. One sentence after another, the meaning is very clear, but it soon became a little entangled because of the issue of version and licensing.

Whether it is live or watching the live broadcast, it is inevitable to have doubts.

Among the participants, one person said: "The movement product has developed to the seventh generation, and the differences between the versions and permissions before and after are too complicated and do not seem to be good...... What's going on over there? ”

Yan Hong is familiar with these: "The current setting is still relatively clear. Even if there are many types and versions due to the different trends of development labs, production departments, and commercial secondary development, they can still be clearly divided into three categories in terms of permissions, namely basic permissions, application permissions, and experimental permissions.

"The basic category includes the first and second generations; The application category includes the third, fourth, and fifth generations; The experimental class is six or seven generations. The ratio of the three is rigorously calculated to ensure that a balance can be found between application security and technological advancement. ”

It's a wrestle of money and control.

Yan Yongbo hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes didn't go there, he only looked at the communication between Ronan and Hood and Shi Xinhe on the beach, more precisely, unilateral indoctrination.

He was intrigued by some of these new terms:

Standard...... Array?

The debate over video conferencing continues, and some people have suggested that if you include the military's AB group, there are more than three types of permission settings.

This is a common topic, Yan Hong said: "We have been communicating and coordinating, which involves technical cooperation and transfer, as well as some cost and benefit issues. After all, Deep Blue Project is also a self-operated entity and needs to give shareholders a return......"

This is far from technical issues, but there is no way, this is what Yan Hong is currently best at, so his voice unconsciously became louder again.

Until one of the attendees interrupted him again:

"After talking for a long time, are you sure that Ronan's experiment will not be able to continue?"

"Of course!" Yan Hong replied categorically.

At this time, on the live broadcast surface, Ronan was asking Shi Xinhe to build a formatting space, and Shi Xinhe was embarrassed.

Yan Hong laughed and became more active, explaining the technical background to the participants at a machine-gun speed, and piercing the rotten logic under Ronan's calm face:

"The permission barriers formed by different generations of products are determined by both the movement architecture and the direction of human body transformation...... And with each finish, they get stronger! ”

"Under this premise, there is still a little bit of research value in top-down compatibility, and on the other hand, you have to let the subordinate authority cross two or even four barriers, pull the superior authority, and complete the high degree of coordination and integration of the formatting space, isn't it a joke?

"This, nothing, nothing, meaning, righteousness!"

Yan Hong's high-pitched mood and tone form an effect similar to that of an aria.

He pointed to the live broadcast screen, and his momentum was like a rainbow: "Like this researcher, you can see at a glance that only the primary transformation has been carried out, and at most there are only two types of permissions, that is, application-based permissions, and it is simply crazy to ask him to be the axis to integrate experimental permissions like Hood, which also exposes Ronan's ignorance of the burner and the dark blue platform......"

On the beach, Ronan was motioning for Shi Xinhe to release the form fire, and the latter's expression was really indescribable. And in the eyes of the people who watched the live broadcast, it was also a little more funny.

So, under the background of Yan Hong's chatter, the participants began a free discussion:

"If this experiment can't be carried out, what else are we going to watch?"

"Deep Blue and Apocalypse give me authorization, I want that Hood to cooperate."

"Also notify the military to keep up." "It's messy enough...... It's not messy and you can't get money! ”

Yan Yongbo listened to the somewhat chaotic speech, his eyes always stayed on the live broadcast video, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled.

"Cheers to a steady stream of profits!" Mu Dong suddenly raised the coffee cup in his hand and laughed loudly, shattering the already somewhat distorted atmosphere of the meeting.

Most of the other attendees gave him face and laughed a few times.

At the end, Mu Zhong also raised his glass to Yan Yongbo, who could only respond, symbolically dipping his lips with water, and also hiding his overly mocking expression.

At this time, Ronan was like giving a demonstration to a child, for fear that Shi Xinhe would not understand, so he stretched out his hand to signal first.

Yan Hong's volume and tone have returned to their peak,

"The burner, in essence, is the product of a combination of a highly conceptual configuration and a highly idealized state of the natural human body. Because of conceptualization, each new generation is a major change in design thinking; It is precisely because of idealization that it will put forward strict physical and technical requirements for human body transformation. The 'prescriptiveness' of the two is the most solid foundation of the burner's transformation technology, and it is also the most powerful barrier, which is not ......."

In the next second, the faint white flame light, under the double refraction of glass and clear water, swayed across Yan Yongbo's eyes and cheeks.

He was stunned, the mountain spring water that had obviously soaked his lips was cool, but at this moment, the scorching sensation and burning sensation slapped up unscrupulously.

Yan Yongbo was like being burned, and instinctively swung the cup back, but the action was too big, the position was not correct, and the water droplets in the half-full cup splashed out and spilled onto his placket.

But then Yan Yongbo didn't make any extra moves, he maintained the posture of sprinkling his chest with a glass of water, staring directly at the projection area, staring at the live broadcast screen, and staring at the faint but clear cluster of "flames" in Ronan's palm, which has a unique sense of light.

The voice in my ears became extraordinarily clear after a brief period of confusion. In the whole room, in the entire remote meeting scene, only Yan Hong's voice remained, screaming in a trembling way:

"No, no......"

Yan Hong should have wanted to say something like "impossible", but under the sudden impact, the founder of the "prototype format", an authoritative expert in the field of burner transformation, was like an old repeater, and after being stuck twice, he began to repeat on the verge of collapse:

"Unstoppable! Unstoppable! Perseverance ......"

At the third sound, Yan Hong's vocal cords had already lost the energy of vibration.

He didn't make any other movements, his body functions were already stuck, only his empty gaze, sweeping through the chaotic and intertwined spatial images, as if he wanted to hook something and maintain the least balance.

Since entering this room, Yan Yongbo has watched the scene of the video conference for the first time, looking at the father who is using the most absurd and ridiculous way to attract people's attention......

However, when the truly radiant character is standing opposite, who cares about a hoarse old man?

It's a lifetime of fate, right?

The eyes of the father and son are intertwined and intertwined, and perhaps there is some exchange...... But even Yan Yongbo himself is not so sure.

In the next second, Yan Hong's eyes rolled up, fell backwards, and completely poured out of the range of the lens.

The corners of Yan Yongbo's eyes jumped, his face was still expressionless, and he turned his gaze again. And when he looked at the live broadcast again, the young man who had a natural posture from beginning to end finally distorted his cheek muscles, and the blood vessels in the corners of his eyes suddenly swelled, densely woven like a net.

Mou Dong was side-eyed.

It also happened to be seen that a ball of incandescent light flame that was far more condensed than Ronan's demonstration effect burst out from Yan Yongbo's palm and brushed over the cup he was holding.

The walls of the cup cracked, the water boiled, and the cup was empty after a breath of effort, or it flowed or evaporated.

Feeling Mu Dong's gaze, Yan Yongbo also turned his eyes to the past, facing each other on all sides. Half a second later, under the pressure of extraordinary power, Yan Yongbo still lowered his eyes, gently placed the glass that might break at any time on the edge of the desk, and then bowed:

"It's rude, my father is not well, please allow me to inquire."

"It's a pity that it's a critical time...... Thank you, and please feel free to do so. Mu Dong raised the empty cup again, which was regarded as a send-off. He was sure that Yan Yongbo would not return to this room again.

And just as Yan Yongbo pulled the door out, in the remote meeting scene, there were intermittent gasps, exclamations and even curses.

Yan Yongbo paused for a moment, but in the end he didn't look back and strode out.