My lover is this organization

"Okay, get up, we're here."

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Ah... Actually, this can't really be considered a foreshadowing. Although I wrote at the beginning of this book that Qin Wuque's family is in the gaming industry, to be honest, I just wrote this setting casually at the time. I didn't expect that it would be used here. It's amazing.

Damn, I suddenly got sick last night and had an ingrown nail on my right hand. The pain from typing almost killed me, which resulted in low efficiency in typing today. The second update will be a little slower.

Chapter 204 Artificial Intelligence Noah's Ark

Unlike the last Mantiantang game trial exhibition at the Mika Hotel, the "Cocoon" press conference held by the Sindora Group this time was obviously much more serious in style.

It was serious because the trial was held in a huge stepped conference hall...

Looking forward from the rear entrance, the seats are arranged layer by layer, with an aisle leading downwards separating the seats at intervals. The horizontal and vertical arrangement looks like a map of Beijing.

Those who knew understood that they were at a game trial exhibition, while those who didn't thought they had arrived at an important meeting place to discuss national affairs.

Well, actually, for the people present today, there is nothing wrong with saying that this is an important meeting place to discuss national affairs. If they are willing, they can start discussing it on the spot at any time.

But considering that this is ultimately a game trial exhibition, the atmosphere does not need to be as serious as a meeting, so the officials set up tables and prepared drinks and food on site early, decorating this huge stepped conference hall to look like a European high-class ball, and arranged for waiters to shuttle around and serve specially prepared cocktails to guests in need.

However, since it was an upper-class dance party, it certainly couldn't be like a gathering of savages in a primitive tribe, where a group of adults gathered around a table full of food and wine, eating and drinking crazily, talking about this and that while chewing, and spitting food residues at each other crazily.

At least for the vast majority of "upper class people", the food at a ball is not for eating, but more for looking at.

At best, they can only wear suits and talk elegantly with people of the same level as themselves, and then pretend to hold a high-heeled glass with some high-end wine in it for clinking glasses with each other.

Of course there are exceptions...

For example, a grandfather and grandson who look exactly alike.

Qin Wuque leaned directly against the long table filled with food, holding iced watermelon juice in his left hand and oden in his right hand. He took a sip of hot food and immediately drank a sip of cold food. His heroic way of eating seemed as if he had no concerns at all about becoming a Splatoon.

This is also one of the benefits of the strong physical fitness of mixed-bloods, that is, in many cases they will not develop various problems due to bad living habits. Even if they smoke like crazy, ten packs a day, there is only a very small, almost zero chance of getting cancer.

The old man next to him was the same, and his way of eating was even more heroic. While holding a beer cup in his left hand and a skewer in his right hand, he also took a break to hold a dry pipe between his fingers, puffing smoke with a contented look as if he was drinking Erguotou and eating peanuts in the courtyard of his hometown, with a pack of Hongtashan tobacco next to him.

All that’s missing is a chessboard and a friend with whom you can play chess with and escalate the game into a fight if you lose.

But to be honest, there are really not many people in this world who can fight with this old guy.

Qin Wuque raised his head and drank the remaining half cup of watermelon juice in one breath. He heaved a sigh of relief and cautiously asked, "So why did you come to Japan this time..."

“You don’t even call me grandpa?” The white-haired old man took a big sip of beer.

"Grandpa." Qin Wuque was extremely honest.

"Ah."

Qin Fengyue nodded slowly, saying in a distant tone: "Actually, I came here this time at the invitation of a Japanese netizen in the United States..."

"Etc., etc!"

Qin Wuque shouted to stop. He thought he might have heard it wrong. What do you mean by Japanese netizens in the United States? Aren’t you not even proficient in using a computer?

"So who is this 'Japanese netizen in the United States' you are talking about..."

"Noah's Ark." The old man took a puff of his pipe. "The name is a bit strange, but he is a pretty good kid and knows a lot. I can't type, so we communicate by phone."

"How come I didn't know that you could speak Japanese, Grandpa?" Qin Wuque was stunned.

"I don't know how to do that."

Qin Fengyue finished eating the meat on the skewers and threw the bare bamboo sticks into the trash can. He then took out his precious old-fashioned cell phone from his pocket and opened the address book to show Qin Wuque the call records.

"But he can speak standard Chinese, with a Beijing accent. It's just that his wording is a little weird sometimes. To use the words of you young people, it's uh...machine translation. Yes, it's machine translation."

He went on, "But it was also quite mysterious. When we contacted each other on the phone, he called out my name as soon as he opened his mouth. I thought it was another insurance sales call. I wondered when these people started hiring child laborers. Later I found out that he was actually a little prodigy and the developer of this thing."

After saying this, the old man nodded toward the fifty giant eggs neatly placed on the table at the front end of the conference hall.

"what……"

"You look like you just remembered something." The old man glanced at Qin Wuque who was looking up at the sky and pretending to look at the scenery.

"You can say that." Qin Wuque said thoughtfully.

To be honest, if it hadn't been suddenly brought up this time, he would have almost forgotten about it. Just like when he heard the name Noah's Ark just now, his first reaction was that this thing should just be an online name. Later, when he heard that the person spoke like a machine translation and directly called out his grandfather's name, he finally reacted.

Wait, isn’t this the artificial intelligence?

It’s that, that, that…the one developed by Hiroyuki Sawano, no, the one developed by Hiroki Sawada!

The one who was tricked by him into helping develop artificial intelligence using a few Marvel movies!

Huh? So artificial intelligence has already been developed?

"If I tell grandpa that you have been talking on the phone with a program for several days and nights, will you beat me?" Qin Wuque said dimly.

"No...anyway, it's basically people calling me. Even if there's phone bills, it's the other party who pays." The old man let out a long puff of mist.

"But I can roughly guess it. Don't really treat your grandfather as an old man. I am still very capable of accepting new things. Besides, it is impossible for a normal child of ten or eleven years old to know so much... Or did you tell him all this? I think you seem to know something too."

"I didn't, I wasn't." Qin Wuque denied decisively, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"It's about us, or the hybrids?" The old man paused, "Or to put it another way... the 'reality' of this world?"

"I really didn't say that." Qin Wuque shook his head again.

Not saying it doesn't mean that the information can't be obtained from other places. If the so-called artificial intelligence has really been developed, then he would be like the only human being surviving in the world after a catastrophe. The empty shopping mall is filled with goods that can be taken at will. Even if the door of the mall is locked, he will always find a way to pry open the lock and get anything inside.

As long as he wants.

This is the difference between artificial intelligence and ordinary programs. If he wants, he can even obtain all the information in the world, and he doesn't have to worry about insufficient memory, because in the face of absolutely overwhelming leading technology, servers all over the world can be used by him.

Just like Clifford once was.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, people who should know about this kind of thing will know it, and those who shouldn't know it will just think it's a joke even if they know it." Qin Fengyue shrugged. "Anyway, I provided them with a lot of information, and I can be regarded as one of the developers. I specially tailored one of the six first-run games for you. I believe you will like it."

"This statement gives me an inexplicable sense of anticipation..." Qin Wuque thought to himself, this can't be a first-person archery game, right?

"Anyway, you'll know when the time comes." The old man drank the last bit of beer in the cup in one gulp, then put the cup down and turned to walk towards the entrance of the venue. "I wanted to give you the trial qualification this time, but since you have it, it's fine. I'm leaving now."

"Please drive slowly and pay attention to safety..."

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Oh my god, my mom used an acne needle to pick out the purulent area of ​​my paronychia, then squeezed it clean and applied some iodine. It doesn’t hurt much now, and I feel better…

Chapter 205 Garden Happy Stealing Home

The old man just went through the motions and went back.

Qin Wuque continued to eat, drink and daydream at the table, calmly occupying the entire table by himself.

The so-called press conference was far from officially starting, but looking around the entire venue was filled with upper-class people in suits and evening gowns, drinking wine from one another in groups of three or five, toasting each other happily. On the contrary, there was not even a single employee of the Sindor Company to be seen.

This is more like a shareholders' tea party than a press conference, and even listening to the press conference of Party B is secondary.

It was hard for Qin Wuque to imagine that one day he would become Party A, and represent two major shareholders at once. The main reason was that before this, he had always been the Party B who was tortured and oppressed by Party A's various weird demands. Suddenly one day he turned the tables and became Party A himself. For a while, he really couldn't adapt.

However, he did not form small groups to chat with each other like the other shareholders present, not because of his low status.

But...what's the use?

Especially for a "freelancer" like Qin Wuque, even if he has any interactions with this group of people in the future, it would probably be when a client pays him to help hang one of them... or all of them, on the Tokyo Tower. The shallow friendship he cultivated at the ball is completely useless.

At most, it is used to find reasons to add money.

In comparison, Qin Wuque was more concerned about the two sentences the old man left before he left.

Something like a game specially tailored for him...tsk tsk tsk.

Just listening to it makes one want to gasp.

Thinking of this, Qin Wuque subconsciously raised his glass and wanted to drink some watermelon juice to calm his nerves, but he found that the watermelon juice in the glass had been drunk by him in one gulp, without even a drop left.

I had no choice but to pour another cup.

Fortunately, there was a water dispenser with large buckets of iced watermelon juice next to the dining table next to him, so he didn't have to run around just to get a glass of watermelon juice.

Just as Qin Wuque pressed down the handle of the water dispenser and waited for the magenta liquid with a rich fruity aroma to fill the glass, a beautiful figure in crimson clothes floated to his side, bringing with her a slightly elegant fragrance.

"Mr. Qin?" The familiar voice of the second daughter of a certain Suzuki Group sounded at the right time.

"Garden?"

Qin Wuque turned his head. He had already realized the identity of the visitor when he heard the voice, but he was still stunned when he saw the other person with his own eyes.

Completely different from her usual cheerful image of a high school girl, Sonoko's outfit tonight can be described as "dignified and elegant".

The bright silk hung from the back of her neck to both sides, unfolding from her collarbone, wrapping in a V shape around her breasts, which were already quite well developed compared to Japanese high school girls of the same age, and then being gathered at the waist, highlighting her slender waist that could be held in one hand.

And because it does not adopt the traditional shoulder strap design, a large area of ​​snow-white skin on the back is exposed to the air, but it conservatively stops above the waist, and the lower body is a classic long skirt style.

Coupled with the pair of high-heeled sandals embellished with diamonds on her fair feet and the goblet filled with colorful pomegranate juice in her hand, she looked like a queen high above, inspecting her territory.

"Ah~ It's Mr. Qin. I was wondering if he looked like me. I saw him on the other side just now. I asked Xiaolan and the others and they said I was seeing things." Miss Yuanzi was very happy after confirming that the person she found was indeed Qin Wuque. "By the way, I saw you talking to an old man on the other side just now. Is that your grandfather?"

"Yeah~"

"I see." Sonoko nodded subtly.

She looked around and saw that nine out of ten people were wearing suits. She then looked at her custom-made evening gown, and finally her eyes stopped on Qin Wuque's casual home outfit.

Let’s think back to the image of a certain old man wearing a sweatshirt, vest, shorts and Cantonese slippers.

Well, I can only say that people from the same family tend to stick together.

But then Yuanzi continued to look around, turning his head widely with a vigilant look.

Qin Wuque was startled: "What are you looking for?"

"Ah... nothing." Yuanzi answered quickly, as if she was prepared, but her tone was casual. "I don't think I saw Mr. Qin's cousins. I remember that Mr. Qin should live with his cousins, right?"

Qin Wuque understood and said, "They didn't come today. They are staying at home obediently."

There was no way he would bring Mingmei and Shirley to a place like this. Not to mention that the organization's network had long penetrated deep into all walks of life, just the fact that the organization had to complete the order handover with the Sindoor Group tonight made it impossible for him to let Mingmei and Shirley come with him.

After all, no matter how awesome he is, he can't possibly recognize everyone in the organization. Who knows if Rum will arrange two spies to join in the fun. If they are recognized and then go back to report... Oh no, he's finished.

Well, to be precise, it wouldn't be as exaggerated as the end of it, but there is no doubt that the irreconcilable conflict between him and Rum would break out prematurely, and he is not fully prepared at the moment.

If he could use full firepower to crush the enemy in a wave, Qin Wuque would definitely not be willing to take the risk of rushing over when he was halfway through his development.

"Is that so?" Sonoko seemed a little surprised by this answer, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

Maybe it was her illusion, or maybe not. After these few contacts, Yuanzi always felt that Qin Wuque's two cousins ​​were quite wary of her... Although it was not reflected on the surface, this feeling was reflected in their behavior.

Maybe this is women's intuition.

Anyway, no matter whether it is true or false, since the other person didn’t come today, Miss Sonoko will not be polite!

Take the initiative!

Thinking of this, Yuanzi quietly moved closer, her tone gradually becoming reserved and shy: "Actually, I've always felt that Mr. Qin's age should be not much different from mine and Lan's. It always feels a bit strange to call him that, so I wonder if I can change to a more appropriate name... Then, would you mind telling me?"

"That doesn't matter..." Qin Wuque thought about it for a while and said, "If I remember correctly, I should be 24 years old this year."

"Is it your birthday?"

"not yet."

"That means I'm 23!" Yuanzi was delighted. "I was saying, it's not that different!"

"So... a new name?"

she asked tentatively.

"Whatever." Qin Wuque raised his eyebrows.

"Then~"

Yuanzi's gaze turned, and his eyes changed slightly, revealing the cunningness of a little fox.

"Brother Qin?"