When the midday sun shone on Zhang Zhai, everything finally returned to calm.

All the buildings have been constructed, and even the ground under your feet can no longer see yellow sand and gravel, leaving behind the ground paved with dark liquid sand.

Except for Zhang Zhai's feet, within a one-meter radius, everything is still the same.

Zhang Zhai closed his eyes and looked around. All the buildings around him were dark, so dark that it seemed like the entire area was in shadow.

"This building looks really...cool enough." Zhang Zhai twitched the corner of his mouth. Maybe this is the only shortcoming of the liquid sand. The color is not quite right, but fortunately it is not green, otherwise the scene...

Zhang Zhai took a few steps forward and just walked out of the only piece of land that was not covered with liquid sand.

Dozens of Terminators rushed over in front of him and behind Zhang Zhai. In an instant, they painted the only one yellow and black. This time, it was completely black.

Under the sunlight, Zhang Zhai's face seemed to be darkened by the black surrounding it.

On the contrary, this large piece of T800, with its silver-white appearance, shines brightly in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding black.

"Everyone still remembers our bet." Zhang Zhai looked at the camera and said to the audience in the live broadcast room.

Under the sun, he showed a sunny smile, "It seems that I won this round of gambling?"

Compared with Zhang Zhai's sunny mood, the netizens in the live broadcast room were in a much more melancholy mood at this time.

Accompanied by them, Zhang Zhai witnessed this historic moment.

But now, they are not happy at all.

"After watching the live broadcast all night, I knew I was finished."

Jiu Zhangji: "Fortunately, I'm a fortune teller, so don't worry. However, last night I watched the sky and the stars changed, and the world changed drastically..."

"Hey! I really want to die now. I feel that the future is slim. I originally thought that the T800 should be fast or powerful. Anyway, this kind of high-tech gadget is far away from ordinary people and can't affect me. But I didn't

When I think about it, the T800 is produced so fast. Building a robot is as fast as making paper. Buzz, buzz, buzz, batches appear, one hundred thousand in one night, and within a month, it's all over, all over..."

"Hahaha, Zhai Shen, when will this kind of robot start to be sold? I'll order a hundred of them first, so I won't have to hire workers in the factory from now on!"

Zhang Zhai smiled slightly and looked at the various comments in the live broadcast room, some were sad and happy, some were angry and some were praising. There were even irrational people who cursed him with a bad death.

He clearly understands what the key issue is, not only that humans may be replaced by robots, but the most critical issue is the speed at which such robots will appear.

One hundred thousand Terminators in one night almost instantly pushed the time when robots were about to replace humans infinitely, giving people a strong sense of crisis.

A crisis that might have taken a long time to arise was right in front of us in an instant.

Can these people's reactions not be violent?

However, have you misunderstood something?

Zhang Zhai deliberately pretended to be confused and asked: "Today seems to be a working day. Why are there so many people in the live broadcast room? Everyone is not working?"

There are more than 60 million people online at the same time, which is terrifying.

"Zhai Shen, why are you still working... I feel like I'm almost a useless person."

"Fortunately, I'm still a senior in high school, so I can choose my major again..."

"Zhang Zhai, I ***, if I lose my job, I will die with you."

“F**K…”

…

I saw those angry and violent guys.

"Kick out all those dirty talkers forever." Zhang Zhai put away his smile and said sternly.

He didn't mention her by name, but A1 knew that he wanted her to do it.

Those who were still typing and wanted to continue to angrily criticize Zhang Zhai found out that they could not send the barrage before they understood what was going on, and then they were kicked out. When they wanted to come back to the live broadcast room, they could not come back.

not coming.

Zhang Zhai is kind, but he is not easy to mess with. No matter what your reasons are, you can't speak well.

A lot of trolls here were suddenly cleared out, and the live broadcast room became more harmonious, but there was still a lot of sighing.

"I asked you, have you misunderstood something?" Zhang Zhai looked at the live broadcast room with a smile on his lips.

"When did I say that I wanted to popularize the Terminator T800?"

...Zhang Zhai said a word, and the live broadcast room exploded. If the server was not powerful enough and was diverted, it would have been paralyzed long ago.

The audience asked excitedly.

"WHAT? Misunderstanding? What international joke are you kidding?"

"Zhai Shen, please stop comforting me. The T800 has been mass-produced to this extent. Isn't it only a matter of time before it becomes popular? I'm going to lose my job!"

"I have decided to become a painter. After all, I am still the man who won the third prize in my elementary school's painting competition."

…

The audience in the live broadcast room is a very magical creature, and there are jokesters at all times.

Zhang Zhai was speechless watching the barrage, but still kept a smile on his face.

"Why should I make T800 widely available? I don't even have enough for myself."

After all, T800 is a powerful force in my hand. If I spread it widely, wouldn’t I be looking for trouble on my own?

If other countries buy it and modify it slightly, even adding a gun to the T800, it can become a strategic weapon.

Have you ever seen missiles sold to ordinary people?

"Zhai Shen, stop joking, let me face this bloody reality."

"Husband! One hundred thousand a day, you just use it, how much can you use!"

"Hey, sad..."

Speaking for yourself, when did your credibility become so low?

The corners of Zhang Zhai's mouth twitched,

"Okay, let me tell you the reality. I actually plan to popularize the Terminator T800 immediately and replace all jobs. You will be unemployed immediately and then you will be finished. Your future is gloomy and you have no way to survive, so you should go now as soon as possible.

Die."

I can't say anything good about these hypocritical guys.

"Zhai Shen? You... are telling the truth. You really don't want to promote the Terminator robot? Just keep it for yourself."

"I kissed my husband, do you think it's serious?"

Zhang Zhai already had this tone, and the audience in the live broadcast room naturally reacted.

Zhang Zhai, it seems that he never thought about promoting Terminator robots from the beginning to the end?

I'll go, then aren't we being overly sentimental?

Zhang Zhai rolled his eyes, "I told you that you really have a lot of drama. I'm just going to watch a live broadcast for you, and I'm going to die."

"It's okay now. Nothing happened at first, but now I estimate that a lot of you are going to be fired."

Isn’t that right? You don’t go to work on weekdays, so you skip work to watch the live broadcast and wait until it’s over.

…

Purple Light Pavilion.

Several elders have already drawn up the general direction on how to control this storm and are discussing the relevant details.

But at this time, Zhang Zhai stopped talking and couldn't help but look at each other.

The elder smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case.

"Today's young people really don't follow the routine when doing things..."

…

Over here, in the live broadcast room.

With Zhang Zhai's repeated promises, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became active again.

"Wow, let me tell you a joke. My buddy next door was watching Zhai Shen's live broadcast just now. He couldn't bear the blow and jumped directly from the third floor. He is still hanging on the crooked tree downstairs.

It's howling."

"Haha, thank God Zhai for not killing me. Let's go and move the bricks."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu2uuuu, I opened up everyone in the factory, and now there are no workers in the factory. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

That's right, if he wants to sell robots, it must be for money.

But, does Zhang Zhai need money? No!

At the end of the night, he was extremely poor!

However, he believed that it wouldn't be long before someone would rush to give him money.

No, let’s talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here!

coming.
Chapter completed!