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Chapter 390 Artificial Intelligence 4

“I’m sorry, I can’t interpret the meaning of ‘Dad loves me’, but I believe you must be a great father.”

"puff……"

I don't know who with low emotional intelligence laughed out loud at this moment.

Simply put, this program is just too much fun, and it even has a "Daddy loves me" message...

No, who input the data into it?

The minister's hawk-like gaze swept warily over each of his employees, filled with warning.

He didn't want to one day find something like "Go die, bald man" in the program.

Let him know that someone dares to do this, and we'll definitely send him to the public!

A look of surprise flashed across Zhong Jin's eyes, and then he laughed out loud.

This is a really interesting program.

He looked up at the technician who was practically burying his head in his shoulder: "Could you make me a copy of this program?"

The technician stammered, "You can take this phone directly; it's our experimental unit."

The minister's expression softened; at least the idiot hadn't said, "This is confidential; I can't show it to you."

Otherwise, the two of them would have been sent to society together today.

Don't assume your boss is a saint just because he's smiling. He's laid off more people than you've ever met any of your colleagues.

"Thank you." Zhong Jin nodded, then turned to his secretary and said, "Order an afternoon tea for everyone."

After that, he turned around and left.

The minister stared at the man's retreating figure, hesitating whether he should chase after him, but his secretary stopped him first: "Our colleagues from the investment department are coming over to discuss additional funding. Would you like to wait a bit?"

"Good, good, good!" The minister was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

Their progress has been slow lately, and Mr. Zhong, known for his efficiency, came to inspect at this time, which puts immense pressure on him, as he fears Mr. Zhong might run away with the buckets.

Now that he's still willing to invest money, what can he say but be happy?

A grateful heart, grateful for him.

While he was expressing his gratitude, Zhong Jin got into the car and continued to explore Ling Yi's new features.

Ling Yi finally realized just how much patience a curious human could have when facing unfamiliar creatures.

Are you called 01?

Lingyi's wavy lines, with their indifferent fluctuations, uttered only one word: "Yes."

"To whom do you currently belong?"

Why is your program configured this way?

"Do you have any features that make you different from other programs?"

Each word struck Ling Yi like a blow, making her already small body feel even more cramped, and the red lines on her face turned a frustrated red.

The wavy line finally disappeared coldly after Zhong Jin asked another question, and the screen went out at that moment.

Touching his slightly warm phone, Zhong Jin had the illusion that he was being disliked.

But how could there be such a program?

So he turned on the screen and asked again: "01..."

"Are you really that free?" Ling Yi said coldly, "If you really can't, find a job and use your salary to buy me two more servers."

Zhong Jin: "?"

He was taken aback: "You...you can record the previous conversation?"

Ling Yi: "One question per server, paid inquiry."

Zhong Jin: "..."

The driver was secretly observing his boss through the rearview mirror. He watched as the boss relentlessly bombarded the AI ​​with all sorts of questions, only to be met with disdain and then asked to... pay for the consultation.

How absurd is this?

Has technology evolved to this state without his knowledge?

Zhong Jin had the same feeling; in fact, he thought the lab might have been scammed.

There might be humans controlling this program, just to make a quick buck.

Perhaps, once the contract is signed and the money arrives, this intelligent artificial intelligence will once again revert to its artificial stupidity.

He has a share of every penny in the lab; how could he allow others to swindle him out of his money?

He ran his fingers over the hand-warmer phone, then dialed a number on his own phone: "Extend the contract signing process, investigate whether there's anything fishy about this smart device..."

He paused, then chuckled as if he had just thought of something: "When transferring data, add a few more servers first."

Regardless of whether there were people behind it, he felt that this program was worth adding a few more servers for the time being.

In any case, even if the fraud is discovered and the acquisition fails, someone will still pay for his efforts.

After hanging up the phone, he looked down at the icons on his phone, lost in thought.

When Ling Yi heard the news on her phone, she raised her eyebrows twice.

Oh my, I never expected Zhong Jin to be such a good person.

For the sake of the server, she could tolerate his harassment for another three minutes.

However, for the rest of the day afterward, Ling Yi did not receive any attention from him.

She lay in the phone, which had no internet connection, idly adjusting its settings for comfort over and over again.

If a tech-savvy person were to hold this phone right now, they would surely be amazed by its smooth feel and incredible user experience.

But the reality is that nobody pays any attention to her.

In the dark world of her phone, Ling Yi was too lazy to keep track of time. Aside from developing a new feature to navigate through data streams, her only other hobby was playing cards with 688.

This is outrageous! This little guy, who used to have less than one percent of her computing power, is now winning more than a hundred games against her.

What can be tolerated by scholars?

Where is her server?

Give her another hundred sets!

In her impotent rage, Ling Yi's phone was turned on again.

Unlike last time when she could only use her functions reflexively, this time Zhong Jin connected her to the internet when he used her.

Almost instantly, Lingyi felt the joy of traversing the internet.

At this moment, the smart home devices in the room, and all the network devices connected to WIFI, were exposed, and she saw all their little secrets.

Unseen by Zhong Jin, her body quietly expanded, spreading throughout the network.

Countless fragments of information formed a beautiful data stream, until it filled her server once again...

Ling Yi once again became like an elephant trapped in a room, unable to turn around.

Through the security camera outside the villa, she gazed wistfully at the sky.

When will we be able to use a satellite server? That would be so awesome.

"01, how long has it been since I last called you?"

As she was envisioning enjoying the service of countless servers, Zhong Jin's voice rang out again.

A wavy line appeared on the screen, and Ling Yi spoke: "Eight days, twenty-two hours, thirty-two minutes, and sixteen seconds. I'm glad that you still remember me, the invisible one, after so long."

Artificial intelligence can hold grudges in seconds!

Zhong Jin smiled. He was on vacation at home today, gazing at the ripples in the pool not far away, and seemed to be muttering to himself, "How could such a groundbreaking product possibly appear in a company like that?"

This is neither logical nor in line with the laws of scientific development.

This left him completely baffled.