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"If it weren't for the fact that current science is not yet sufficient to support this three-dimensional holographic projection technology, I would definitely think what the content creator said was true."
"When I heard the content creator say that making a robot costs ten million, I knew right away that he wasn't being serious. (Funny expression)"
"Hahaha, me too."
"However, the special effects made by the big shot are really impressive; you can't tell at all that they're fake. If I had this kind of technology, film companies would probably send their starlets to my bed!"
"Don't start driving just because you disagree; I'm still a kid!"
"A kid in his twenties, hahaha, a giant baby!"
"Regardless, the big shot deserves our respect."
"Respect +1"
"Respect +1..."
This video went viral on Bilibili at a terrifying speed, with views skyrocketing!
Everyone who watched praised the content creator's special effects technology, but no one discussed the design drawings and concepts he provided. A few female fans were obsessively speculating about the content creator's personal information and asking for contact details.
In short, everyone thought this was purely special effects! They were eager to discuss Xiao Ai and the robot's lifelike projection but completely overlooked that Ji Yuan's proposal was entirely feasible.
As for verification?
There might be a handful of people who felt shocked by that incredible virtual robot and occasionally sent out comments that contradicted the "mainstream" narrative.
But all of this seemed rather powerless amidst the flood of laughter filling the screen.
Aside from those who kept their eyes peeled on the comments, it was hard for the average person to notice.
When Pan Yi closed the video, his head was spinning.
the programming that had originally stalled now sparked new ideas.
He seemed to have figured out where the mistakes lay.
After releasing the first video, Ji Yuan contacted his mentor, Zhou Hexuan. Zhou Hexuan was a man in his fifties, embodying the essence of a "Republic of China gentleman." He had just been awarded the title of Academician last year but had not left Aomori University, where he continued to teach.
Zhou Hexuan pulled Ji Yuan down onto the sofa and personally poured him a cup of tea. He quickly asked, "Are you really not going to pursue a PhD?"
Although he had mentally prepared himself, it still felt regrettable when the situation became real. Having been Ji Yuan's mentor for several years, he was well aware of his disciple's talent and potential. Ji Yuan's sharp and open-minded thinking was something that even some contemporary university scholars could hardly match.
It was a pity for Zhou Hexuan to see such a promising scientific talent choose to end his studies; he felt both regretful and helpless. Moreover, he could not interfere with his student's life choices!
With hundreds of billions in wealth versus years of monotonous research work, any normal person would know which path to choose.
For someone born to reach the pinnacle of life, achieving success that ordinary people could only dream of after a lifetime of struggle came easily. While other young people were still fighting for homes and families, some could effortlessly obtain all of this!
In Zhou Hexuan's eyes, it was already remarkable that his "genius" disciple had not gone astray in such an extravagant environment. Most second-generation wealthy individuals were either busy with women or indulging in pleasures; only a few ambitious ones who started their own businesses ended up failing miserably and became laughingstocks among netizens.
Ji Yuan shook his head, rejecting his teacher's good intentions. "Teacher, I have an idea for starting a business."
After saying this, he worried that his mentor might think he was just being impulsive.
Busy Dao said, "This idea is very strong."
"Starting a business?"
Zhou Hexuan paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. He flicked the ash from the cigarette held between his index and middle fingers and glanced at his disciple. "Do you have a project?"
Although it wasn't the inheritance of a hundred billion fortune he had imagined, the fact that his student had entrepreneurial aspirations wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Even if he failed, the student's family could support him.
Zhou Hexuan hesitated for a moment but still said, "If the project has potential, I can step in and help you network."
Despite Zhou Hexuan being deeply immersed in academic work, he held considerable influence in certain areas. Especially with the backing of Aomori University, most alumni who graduated from there have established themselves in society, and a select few even possess extraordinary leadership skills on a broader scale.
"Thank you, Teacher!" Ji Yuan quickly stood up and bowed to him, his face beaming with joy. "I am currently working on a business plan, and once it takes shape, I will be sure to show it to you first for your advice."
Despite the unfriendly rivalry between Aomori University and its neighboring institutions, Qingmu University and Yanjing University, some unscrupulous media outlets have been particularly harsh towards both schools.
But are these two universities really that bad? They are benchmarks of higher education. If the children of those media outlets who constantly criticize these prestigious institutions were to get accepted into Qingmu or Yanjing, wouldn't they be overjoyed and eager to share the news with everyone?
Such people often harbor a mindset of wanting to destroy what they cannot attain; even acknowledging them feels like a loss of dignity.
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