Demon Lord 3

The recent development in this field is indeed very good, but we can't stand still. If we want to design new fields, we have new standards and rules. We thought about it. We also know people here who have designed in the catering field before, such as Lan Yue's father. In the future, he will also do a good job in the catering field in this world, so we don't need to move on and spend too much time and energy. Let's talk about the funeral profession we have been doing here. Now this field has reached a certain level and we can focus on other things. There are not many people recruiting now, so these people will become our veterans in the future. If we develop this field, it will be a large-scale production chain in the future. People who graduate can come here to find a job. Thinking of this, I feel that the plan is more than half completed. What new fields we will get involved in later depends on our ideas. Zhou Chuyuan took the lead in proposing to do some light industry. After all, there are still few light industries in these places. We invented the hand here. Although mobile phones fetch a considerable sum, we haven't fully exploited their usefulness. For example, our phones have built-in positioning capabilities, powered by Beidou satellites and GPS, and they offer a number of other convenient features. But here, mobile phones are mostly just for making and receiving calls, facilitating communication and contact. Therefore, if we develop light industry or develop chip technology, we can leverage information on a large scale. After receiving the information, I began to ponder another question: the world isn't short of information, but rather people who can harness it. While reusing information would certainly be beneficial, it also has its downsides: excessive misuse of information would ultimately lead to our destruction. Therefore, we must not exploit information on a large scale. A brief light industry expansion wouldn't be within our control. After all, there are still those in power in these places. If we interfere with their pie, things could get tough later. Yan Hongchun, who clearly understood his own world, came up with a better idea: developing something that could replace information. I shook my head and said, "That's practically impossible. After all, our world can't directly leapfrog information to true chip technology, nor can the subsequent AI intelligence develop without information." Many people deny this, perhaps believing it's useless, perhaps believing it's all so illusory. They might not even have the imagination to realize it. Without it, all this effort is in vain. If we don't lay a solid foundation, further development will be difficult. It's like teaching an ancient person modern things—that's fine, but teaching a primitive person is incredibly difficult. Wu Luanpei remained there for a long time, silent, watching me from the side. He seemed a bit dazed. I asked him if he'd figured it out. He shook his head and said he was trapped in a multidimensional space with no way out. Curiously, I asked, "What does multidimensional space mean?" "Should we go there?" He shook his head and said, "Of course. If we could just escape that space, all our questions would be answered, including our previous question." I asked him if multidimensional space would harm him. He thought about it and said no, it's just a waste of time, and it might take a long time to think about it. Let's think about it ourselves first! Zheng Tianlong and Zuo Chenwei, of course, can't help in this regard. After all, neither of them has taken this path from the beginning. They either inherited the family business or started from scratch. Wen Qihua also started from scratch and relied on his fists. As for Yi Yunhui, he also inherited the family business and didn't need to think about any grassroots matters. However, they also need to accumulate large-scale experience for their actual rectification. I suddenly saw another person in the corner. That was Xing Zhichuan, who had always been unknown. Since Wu Luansen stayed in his own little world, Xing Zhichuan seemed to have hardly spoken. He was also very uninterested in all of this and hadn't been willing to meddle in our affairs recently. Judging from his self-made fortune, he was also... I stepped forward and asked him curiously what he thought.