Taking Over

Chen Feng then began communicating with this Artificial Intelligence. He discovered that although it bore the name Artificial Intelligence, it basically knew nothing.

"Is there really such a stupid Artificial Intelligence?"

"Big brother, although I am rather stupid right now, I can learn independently. Once connected to the internet, I can absorb the knowledge I need from online databases around the world and continuously improve myself."

That was more like it. But this Artificial Intelligence needed a name, like Jarvis from Iron Man. Otherwise, once he had a full suit of armor in the future, wouldn't it be troublesome to call out "Artificial Intelligence"?

What should he call it? He thought of a science fiction novel he had once read, one that featured a god-tier civilization.

"I'll call you Singer."

After chatting with Singer for quite a while, he discovered that Singer's learning ability was extremely powerful. In such a short time, Singer could already communicate normally. However, since it was an entry-level intelligent system, it definitely had an upper limit. Otherwise, it would be an Artificial Intelligence with limitless potential.

Singer's intelligence level was still rather low. It was impossible to have him handle particularly difficult tasks, so Chen Feng would have to see whether there were any suitable positions Singer could take over in the future. After all, Singer was his own Artificial Intelligence, so he could trust him more.

Chen Feng was racking his brains over this little goal. He had no idea how to make it a reality. Earning one hundred million in capital was rather exaggerated. At his current rate of accumulating capital, it would probably take several years, or even more than a decade, to earn one hundred million.

Thus, he could only bring out the Simplified Version Virtual Reality Headset and try to mass-produce it. That way, it could help him accumulate capital quickly. After all, the Simplified Version Virtual Reality Headset had all sorts of exciting features.

Just from its design blueprints, one could tell how advanced the Simplified Version Virtual Reality Headset was. First was the issue of weight. Ordinary Virtual Reality Helmets were very heavy, and wearing one on the head felt noticeably awkward. But his Simplified Version Virtual Reality Headset weighed about as much as a mouse.

And it was an ordinary mouse, not the kind with iron weights added to it. Aside from its weight, its screen refresh rate was also extremely high, and it used an ultra-high-definition display.

Each of those features alone would be enough to attract attention. Put together, they were even more outrageous, truly allowing users to experience a sense of immersion. It was only visual immersion, of course, but in this era, games played on computers were no more than visual experiences anyway.

It was easy to imagine just how impressive this Simplified Version Virtual Reality Headset would be, so he had to put it on the agenda as soon as possible.

With that thought, Chen Feng immediately returned to his warehouse and entered the electronic version of the materials into the small 3D Printer. He planned to print one out first as a test. If it could be printed directly with a 3D Printer, things would be much easier.

The 3D Printer quickly printed out a Virtual Reality Helmet. Once it was finished, Chen Feng discovered that it was nothing more than an empty shell. Although its appearance was identical to his design draft, it seemed to be missing something.

It could not be used at all, so Chen Feng's idea was temporarily shattered. He could only obediently build a factory. Setting up a factory now would cost far too much, but there was no other way.

It would have been nice if he had received some online projects and technologies instead. The internet economy made money the fastest, followed by the real economy. His Virtual Reality Helmet was half physical industry and half internet, perhaps even more inclined toward manufacturing.

There was nothing he could do about it, so he could only use his own money to set up a factory. As for how exactly to do that, he would have to consult an expert—his grandfather.

If necessary, he could take over his grandfather's factory. He did not know whether that would work, nor did he know how much it would cost to buy it, but it probably would not be a small sum.

With that in mind, he immediately headed back. After about a day of travel, he returned home. His grandfather was very happy to see Chen Feng back.

"Grandson, aren't you supposed to be in class right now? What is it? Is something wrong?"

"Of course I just missed you, Grandpa."

Chen Feng's grandfather smiled but said nothing more. He knew exactly what kind of person his grandson was. Chen Feng had probably returned this time because he wanted something.

"By the way, Grandpa, isn't your factory about to go bankrupt?"

Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, his grandfather immediately fell silent before nodding directly.

"You know how it is. The real economy has been sluggish lately, and our factory can barely keep going. The equipment is still quite good and has been well maintained, but there are no orders coming in. The factory is almost unable to hold on."

His grandfather sighed. For people like them, they had spent their whole lives in factories. This house had also been bought near the Processing Plant, and his grandfather held a conviction toward that Processing Plant that ordinary people could not understand.

Now that the factory was about to go bankrupt, his grandfather naturally felt terrible. Yet when Chen Feng heard that the factory was going under, he was delighted inside.

If it didn't go bankrupt, how could I take it over cheaply?

"Grandpa, I actually have an idea. I don't know whether you'd support me."

His grandfather immediately became wary upon hearing Chen Feng's words. Chen Tiancheng knew that Chen Feng was full of strange ideas, so there was definitely something going on.

"Grandpa, don't look at me like that. I want to take over your factory. If you can help me pull some strings and acquire it at a low price, then I'll have to trouble you."

"What?"

Chen Tiancheng was immediately shocked when he heard Chen Feng say that he wanted to acquire the factory at a low price.

"Grandson, do you know what you're saying? Acquiring that factory isn't something you can handle. It requires a huge amount of money."

"That's true, but Grandpa, aren't you a retired veteran employee there? You know the factory's leaders too. Can't you help me negotiate a little? Besides, I'm not taking it over for free. I'll pay them. Is one million enough?"

His grandfather found Chen Feng's words somewhat amusing.

"I do know all the leaders, and pulling some strings wouldn't be a problem. But can you even come up with one million?"