Chapter 392: The brain-dead fan who blames the drunk driving idol (10)
When Father An heard An Nan's words, he immediately circled around Doraemon and said, "How intelligent is this robot?" If, like those on the market, you will only do a few fixed jobs, and say a few words that have been designed in advance, then there is no advantage. ”
"Doraemon, Dad doubts your intelligence, how do you prove it?" An Nan raised an eyebrow and asked Doraemon.
Doraemon understood Father An's question, so he turned his head to Father An, and replied solemnly: "Sir, you must be very tired when you come back after a day, I can help you make a cup of hot tea, and then help you massage your shoulders and legs." ”
An's mother suddenly smiled and said, "It turns out that you can also massage, it's really good, then help me press it first, it just so happens that my shoulder is a little uncomfortable." ”
Doraemon immediately replied, "Yes, ma'am, ma'am, I'll carry your bag for you." After it finished speaking, it really took the bag in An's mother's hand and An's father's briefcase, and walked back to put the bag away.
Father An looked at its flexible back and said to An Nan: "This degree of intelligence is indeed very high, but what it can do, the maids at home can do, and it can do better, your company's robot does not seem to have an advantage compared with real people." ”
"How can there be no advantage? The robot only needs to be bought with a one-time money, and it does not have to be paid wages in the future, and the confidentiality is also high, and the execution of instructions is strong...... It can also control all the appliances in the house, even the car locks...... It's very versatile. An Nan was busy helping Doraemon say good things.
"Really? Then I'll see. Father An said with a meaningful smile, and then walked back to the living room, Doraemon really made two cups of hot tea, An's mother sat on the chair, Doraemon stood behind her, and the two manipulators were pressing An's mother's shoulders, and asked while pressing: "Madam, is this strength appropriate?" ”
Mother An's expression was relaxed, and she squinted her eyes and said comfortably: "The strength can be a little bigger." ”
"Yes, ma'am." Doraemon obeys.
"Doraemon, help me call Shi Rong." Anan said to Doraemon.
Doraemon did not stop rubbing his hands, and replied to An Nan's words: "Okay, master." ”
Then there was a "beep", and the display screen on Doraemon's stomach quickly scrolled through the numbers, and when it rolled to one of the numbers called "Xiang Shi Rong", a burst of music sounded, and a few seconds later, the phone was connected, and Xiang Shi Rong's low and hoarse voice came out not long after he had developed well:
"Annan? Looking for me? ”
An Nan didn't hold a mobile phone in her hand, she just faced Doraemon and said in her usual voice: "Xiang Shirong, are you still in the company?" Didn't get off work on time and went back to rest? ”
Xiang Shirong was silent for a while before replying, "There is still a final round of testing, and we want to do it as soon as possible." ”
Hearing his words, An Nan immediately frowned and said, "'We'? Are you all still in the company? Is this an overwork death? The last test is not in a hurry at this time, what if your mental fatigue goes wrong and falls short? It's better to go back and recuperate and test again, so that even if there are any flaws, you can find them accurately......"
"No, we're used to it, you don't have to worry, our mental and physical capacity is good." Xiang Shirong didn't listen to An Nan's words and asked the team members to leave work on time.
An Nan got angry, took a deep breath, and then said, "Okay!" You little cubs, all of you have a big idea! If you die suddenly, don't cry in front of me! I won't sympathize with you! ”
After An Nan finished speaking, he instructed Doraemon: "Hang up the phone!" ”
After listening to An Nan's phone call, An's father and An's mother looked surprised, and An's father said to Annan: "It's quite convenient to call like this?" ”
"Yes, there are other functions, Dad, you can find out slowly." An Nan was a little annoyed and told Shi Rong that they were disobedient and in a bad mood, so they had no interest in demonstrating the function of Doraemon to An's father and mother one by one.
An's mother was more interested in the person she was calling, and asked tentatively: "Nan Nan, the boy who just called you is an employee of your company?" ”
"Doraemon was developed by him, and he's a workaholic, but he's still very smart." An Nan said.
An's mother suddenly lit up and said, "That sounds pretty reliable, how does it look?" How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? ”
An Nan immediately keenly felt the voiceover of An's mother's words, and replied vigilantly: "Mom, people are still underage, don't think about it, besides, he is several years younger than me, and we have no possibility of development." ”
Thinking of Xiang Shirong's taller figure and unkempt appearance in the past six months, although he has grown taller in the past six months, An Nan hurriedly added: "I'm a face control, he looks very ordinary, not the type I like, I can't do it." ”
Mother An was a little confused when she heard her say that Xiang Shi Rong was still a minor, and said in shock: "Wait, daughter, you just said that the person who made this robot is still a minor?" Isn't he amazing? ”
An Nan nodded and said: "It's really amazing, he's not even seventeen years old, he's about to graduate from graduate school, and he has developed a home robot with such a high degree of intelligence, which is a rare genius." ”
"It's really a talented young man, An Nan, you have to treat such a genius well, don't offend him, the ancients were 'don't bully the young and poor', this child's achievements will be greater in the future, you deal with others well, don't shout, your attitude just now is not very good......" An's father said, after all, he is a businessman, and he immediately thought that Xiang Shi Rong's future is limitless, and he must be good friends with him, so he criticized An Nan's attitude when he just called.
An's mother was worried about his age, and said regretfully: "Why is it only seventeen years old?" This is too young, Nan Nan, you are not the right age for him, it's a pity......"
An Nan's head was big, and he hurriedly said, "Mom, I haven't graduated from college yet, do you need to be in such a hurry to sell me?" ”
An's mother glanced at her and said, "You're in your twenties, and you're not young, who told you not to fall in love?" If you talk about it, I won't bother to care about you. ”
"I want to talk, but the problem is that I can't find someone I like, all men nowadays are very shrewd, and they talk more about interests than feelings, it's too impure, I'm not interested in them." An Nan said helplessly, she has no shortage of people to chase in school, but when those people look at her, they look at her like a big piece of fat, either coveting her appearance and figure, or staring at the value of her clothes and accessories, and the greed in her heart is naked and naked in her eyes, she will promise those people to blame!