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three days later.

The corridor on the 63rd floor was almost full.

Equipment boxes of various sizes were piled up from the freight elevator entrance to the end of the corridor, each covered with various labels on blue anti-static plastic film. These devices came from several countries, but most of them were made in China. Ji Yanran's efficiency was impeccable; not a single item on the list of dozens of devices was missing.

Li Yichen stood at the entrance of the freight elevator, holding the purchase list in his hand, checking each item one by one.

"Six-axis robotic arm, here we come. High-precision electrode placement stage, here we come. Neural signal encoding/decoding packaging chamber..."

He looked up at the nameplates on the last few boxes.

"arrive."

Fold the list and put it in my pocket.

The elevator doors opened every three minutes, and the equipment factory's engineering team poured in in batches. All were dressed in matching dark blue overalls, with their respective company badges pinned to their chests. They pushed hydraulic trolleys, carrying equipment boxes weighing several hundred kilograms along the marked lines into the designated area.

Li Yichen wasn't idle. He personally monitored and adjusted the parameters of the air purification system. The temperature was 22.5 degrees Celsius plus or minus 0.3 degrees Celsius, and the humidity was 45% plus or minus 2%. After the numbers jumped twice and stabilized, he moved to check the next setting.

The installation lasted from morning until noon the next day.

One and a half days.

The sixty-third floor has been completely transformed. White cleanroom panels cover the ceiling and walls, and a positive pressure system continuously exhausts air, so that when you walk in, you can clearly feel the airflow rising from your feet.

Li Yichen stood in the middle of the production line, took out his phone, found the phone number for Zhongqing Company, and then dialed it.

There was a two-second pause on the other end.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li?"

"Send fifty robots to Future Technology Company immediately, urgently. Can they be delivered today?"

There was another pause on the other end of the phone. You could hear the other person breathing harder.

"Okay, Mr. Li, I'll send a special car over immediately, and it will arrive before 6 PM!"

"OK."

It's over.

At 6:10 PM, fifty Zhongqing robots were transported to the 63rd floor in batches by freight elevator. The gray-white robots were neatly arranged on both sides of the production line, waiting to be activated.

Li Yichen stood in the very center of the production line.

"Ling'er".

The watch has a faint glow.

"exist."

"Take over everything."

It only takes a fraction of a second.

Fifty robots simultaneously lit up their blue indicator lights. Perfectly synchronized, without the slightest error. Each robot turned to its corresponding workstation, their movements so synchronized it was chilling.

Li Yichen closed his eyes, and the complete manufacturing process clearly appeared in his mind. From wafer dicing to flexible electrode array laying, to neural signal encoding and decoding module packaging, and finally to biocompatible coating spraying—every step, every parameter was engraved in his mind.

"start."

Production line started.

The robotic arms of fifty robots moved simultaneously. The servo motors hummed, and operations with micron-level precision unfolded under the cleanroom lights.

Wafer cutting.

Flexible electrode laying.

Encapsulation.

coating.

One step leads to another, without pause or hesitation. Ling'er's coordination precision far exceeds the limits of human managers—the cooperation between fifty robots is more seamless than that of a symphony orchestra.

Li Yichen was responsible for the most crucial part: neural interface calibration.

This step cannot be delegated to robots. Fine-tuning the signal pathway requires an extremely deep understanding of the human nervous system; a threshold deviation of even 0.01 millivolts can trigger abnormal discharges after implantation.

Wearing anti-static gloves, he would sit at the micromanipulation table for four hours at a time.

He didn't even blink a few times.

Twenty-four hours later.

The conveyor belt at the end of the production line rotates slowly. A chip the size of a coin slides out from the final process and falls into the receiving slot.

It has a pale golden luster.

Li Yichen put down his tools and walked to the end. He gently picked up the chip with tweezers and brought it up to the LED light above his head to examine it.

The chip's edge is an array of tiny electrode contacts, almost invisible to the naked eye, arranged in concentric rings, extremely dense. The central integrated module is so thin it's translucent, with the signal processing unit and wireless transmission unit stacked and packaged together.

There's only one.

This will allow blind people to regain their sight.

A person who has been bedridden for more than ten years can stand up.

A deaf-mute person can utter the word "Mom".

"Ling'er, calculate the production cost per unit."

"The total manufacturing cost is approximately NT$8,047, including materials, energy consumption, equipment depreciation, and robot wear and tear."

"What is the daily production capacity when both production lines are running at full capacity?"

"Approximately five thousand."

Li Yichen nodded.

Five thousand units. One hundred and fifty thousand units per month. There are over seventeen million registered visually impaired people and over twenty-five million people with physical disabilities in China. It would take this production line several years to cover all of them.

That's enough. Let's pave the way first.

"You'll be in charge of the subsequent mass production. I won't be overseeing it anymore."

"Okay, don't worry, brother."

Li Yichen took the chip out of the receiver slot, put it in an anti-static box, and put it in his pocket.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Li Yichen pushed open the door to Ji Yanran's office, walked to her desk, and put down the anti-static box.

Ji Yanran was typing on her computer when she heard the noise and looked up.

"What is it?"

"Open it and take a look."

She reached out and lifted the lid of the box, pinching out the small, pale gold chip with two fingers. She flipped it over and examined it against the light streaming in from the window.

"It's quite pretty. What's this new product again?"

Brain-computer interface chip.

Ji Yanran stopped.

"Once implanted in the human body, it directly interacts with the brain's neural signals." Li Yichen sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs. "It can restore visual, auditory, and motor functions."

Ji Yanran stared at the chip in her hand.

He didn't say anything for a long time.

"You mean..." Her voice tightened as she spoke. "...that someone who's been blind for twenty years, can see again after getting this installed?"

"able."

"And those who are paralyzed?"

"Okay."

Ji Yanran gently placed the chip back into the box. Her fingertips were trembling slightly, though she probably didn't even notice it herself.

She sat back down in her chair, placing her hands on the table, clasped together. She remained silent for a few seconds.

"What's the price?"

Li Yichen did not answer immediately.

The cost is 8,000. If another company were to acquire this monopolistic technology—the only one of its kind in the world, with no competitors and no alternatives—they would set the price at 100,000 per piece, and people would line up to buy it. Even at 200,000, people would still sell their possessions to buy it.

He leaned back on the sofa, his legs crossed and resting on the edge of the coffee table.

"Sixteen thousand."

Ji Yanran looked up at him.

Sixteen thousand. For an average family in a first- or second-tier city, that's just a few months' salary. For rural families, it might be a bit more difficult. But it's not a pipe dream; with a little effort and a year's income, they can afford it.

What they bought was not just a chip, but a path to hope for the disabled to live.

"Okay." Ji Yanran nodded. "I'll assemble a dedicated sales team tomorrow to connect with medical channels."

"Initially, we will prioritize supplying public hospitals and the Disabled Persons' Federation system," Li Yichen added. "We will not pursue the high-end private sector."

Ji Yanran took a pen and drew two lines on the notebook.

"Do we need to hold a press conference?"

Li Yichen thought for a moment. "No rush. Let's get through the medical approval and clinical trial process first, and get the official approval. This thing needs to be implanted in the human body, so we can't bypass the approval process."

"clear."

Ji Yanran's pen moved quickly across the paper, and the framework of an entire business chain was already taking shape in her mind. Approval, clinical trials, distribution channels, production capacity allocation, pricing system, after-sales service network...

Li Yichen stood up and patted his pants.

"I'm leaving this to you."

"Mm." Ji Yanran nodded.

Over the next few days, Li Yichen completely gave up.

The armor production line on the 66th floor is running, the brain-computer interface production line on the 63rd floor is running, Liu Ruyan at the aerospace base is pushing forward the Lingxiao II plan, and the battery factory and chip factory are in the final stages. Everyone is being monitored, and he doesn't need to worry about any of the production lines.

His schedule is so empty it could run a horse.

Tuesday afternoon, by the Huangpu River. A grilled sausage, a bottle of mineral water, and I leaned against the railing watching cargo ships for an hour.

Wednesday morning, in the backyard of the villa. A deckchair is set up, sunglasses are put on, and the fishing rod is cast into the barren artificial stream.

Chu Feng peered down from the second-floor balcony several times, and finally muttered something to Zhou Dahai in the kitchen.

"Our boss's life is better than retirement."

Zhou Dahai threw a clove of garlic into the pot. "That's called having confidence. If you're so capable, why don't you lie down too?"

Chu Feng thought for a moment and then shut up.

That evening.

The setting sun bathed the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tomson Riviera in a vibrant orange-red hue.

The aroma of braised pork ribs filled the living room. Zhou Dahai then served the last dish—steamed sea bass, sprinkled with shredded scallions.

Li Yichen sat in the main seat, with his chopsticks resting on the rim of his bowl.

Ji Yanran was sitting to his right, picking up a piece of green vegetable from her own bowl.

Miao sat opposite her, a small stool under her bottom, but she was still shorter than usual. She stretched out her arm to reach the sweet and sour pork ribs on the plate, but after a couple of tries, she still couldn't reach them.

"sister--"

Li Nian sat next to her and used her chopsticks to pick up the largest piece for her.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Miao Miao took a bite of the rib, her cheeks puffed out, and sauce smeared on the corner of her mouth.

The food on the table was steaming hot.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed.

Li Yichen picked up a piece of sea bass belly and put it in his mouth. Zhou Dahai's cooking skills were indeed superb; the fish was so tender it practically melted in his mouth.

As he ate, the outline of the pale gold crystal from earlier that day suddenly flashed through his mind.

Sixteen thousand.

There are over 400 million people with disabilities worldwide.

He spat out the fish bones and placed them on the edge of the plate.

Miao Miao held up the pork ribs and waved them at him.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Li Yichen glanced at her. The girl's face was covered in sauce from smiling, and she was missing one of her two front teeth.

He reached out and ruffled Miao Miao's hair.

"Eat your food, your brother is thinking about work."

Miao Miao's hair was messed up from being rubbed, but she wasn't annoyed and continued gnawing on the bone.

Ji Yanran glanced at him sideways, but didn't say anything, and continued eating her rice.

Li Yichen's phone vibrated on the corner of the table.

He picked it up and glanced at it—Gu Shounian.

connected.

"Brother Li, is it convenient for us to talk?"

Gu Shounian lowered his voice considerably, by more than one pitch compared to usual.

"explain."

"A notice just came out from above. It's about your battle armor—"

Gu Shounian paused for a moment.

"Someone will be coming to see you in five days."

Li Yichen paused for a moment while picking up food with his chopsticks.

"Who?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"I can't say this over the phone. But at this level... bro, you decide for yourself."