"I have two in my room. What's wrong?"
"I want to film a cooking video, but if I move the phone too far away, it won't pick up the sound. I'd like to borrow your microphone."
"No problem. It's in the second drawer of my bedside table. Go get it... Oh, thank you for the gift, fans. Doctor is going to film his own video. Let me tell you more about this irrigation system..."
After Schiller left, Ultron was still livestreaming for his fans in the field, which made Schiller sigh at how the Internet changed by the day.
But this was not yet the era of everyone selling products through livestreams. Livestreams were still rather simple—just starting one up to chat with everyone...
Wait, what had Ultron just said? What was he going to introduce to the livestream viewers?
Schiller felt something was off. Weren't people supposed to be watching superheroes' daily lives? What was this guy doing in a field, introducing an irrigation system?
He couldn't really be selling products, could he?
Schiller went to Ultron's room and, sure enough, found the headphones in the bedside table drawer. There were plenty of other things Ultron used for livestreaming in there as well, including a phone.
Schiller secretly turned on the phone screen. Naturally, Ultron's phone was locked, so he could not open it, but a very familiar-looking notification appeared on the lock screen.
Wasn't this WeChat?
Schiller had nearly forgotten about that app. People in the United States did not use WeChat to chat, though they had similar apps. Different groups and age ranges used different software.
What surprised him even more was that the WeChat message was in Chinese, and the sender's name read "Shang-Chi."
The message said, "Five days, as we agreed before. I've already transferred