3D Printer

The instructions for the 3D printer clearly stated that any material could be added; as long as it had mass, it could be transformed into other things. He didn't know the specific principle, but it saved a lot of trouble.

After only a few minutes, a ding sound came from the printer.

"It printed so fast?"

Chen Feng said as he opened the printer and took out the object. When he held Bao'er Jie in his hand, his eyes nearly popped out.

"This is too exaggerated."

In front of him, Bao'er Jie seemed to have been reborn. From the facial details to the clothing and even the texture on the sweet potato, everything made him feel like it was a real object, not just a model figure.

"Oh my god, if this thing were put on Bilibili, it would probably be worth billions."

Although Chen Feng was joking, he instinctively sensed the immense value of this 3D printer.

Besides figures, would other things also be this exquisite?

Then Chen Feng went online and found an image of a ballpoint pen.

He directly sent the image to the machine via his phone connection and started 3D printing.

Another ten-odd minutes passed, and a lifelike ballpoint pen appeared before him. Chen Feng looked at the pen and tried writing with it. To his shock, even the ink was printed.

A small ballpoint pen represented something incomparable to the Bao'er Jie model. Producing a ballpoint pen required various precision machines for processing.

The fact that this 3D printer could print such a thing indicated that it could print more precise components, and could even be used in military industries.

He clearly understood the value of this item and fell into a deep sense of crisis.

"This thing is too terrifying. No, I need to limit its functions."

So he immediately followed the instructions to limit the functions. After about a few minutes, he had finished limiting them.

"Now this thing can only print figures. I'm going to use figures to earn my first pot of gold. Does that count as completing the task? But System, how much money do I need to earn for this 'first pot of gold' task?"

Task Objective: 1 million.

Hearing this task objective almost made Chen Feng suffocate. As a student whose parents were both working-class, 1 million was an astronomical figure to him.

However, he turned to look at the 3D printer and felt that this matter wasn't entirely impossible to achieve. Just the Bao'er Jie model alone, he could sell it for several thousand yuan.

He figured that certain die-hard fans would definitely not miss out on such a detailed item. He could even print the classic Bao'er Jie figure holding an umbrella.

He could even set his sights on certain otaku and print some special things for them.

Thinking of this, a trace of drool appeared at the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, but he quickly snapped back to reality.

"Alright, I will complete the task, System. Don't worry, I definitely won't let our Han people down."

Good luck. This task has no time limit. The system will reappear upon completion.

After saying this, Chen Feng only felt that his mind seemed to have lost contact with the system. No matter how he called out, the system did not appear again, which made him a little disappointed.

However, he quickly hummed a tune. With this 3D model printer, printing a hundred or so models a day and selling them would make him a millionaire in no time.

But then he did some research online and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He discovered that he had inadvertently infringed on copyright. These character images were copyrighted. Whether it was secondary creation or anything else, as long as it was for commercial purposes, permission from the copyright holder was required, otherwise it was illegal.

This made his heart sink halfway. If he couldn't sell figures, what else could he do? Could he create something himself and sell it online?

But in that case, the audience would definitely be very small, which left him a bit confused. However, he then thought that those who possessed technology were always in an advantageous position, so he decided to try contacting the official company of Bao'er Jie.

As for opening up the various functions of the 3D printer and creating artificial hearts or other organs, he had no such thoughts for now.

Putting everything else aside, if he really did that, his background would quickly be exposed. People fear fame like pigs fear getting fat. He was afraid of the system being exposed, so he decided not to show off for now.

Once he had built his own business and technology empire with the help of the system, he would have the confidence, and then it wouldn't matter what he revealed.

Thinking of this, he immediately sent an email and attached a video of the Bao'er Jie model to the official company of Bao'er Jie.

After doing this, he immediately began researching other things, such as the various functions of the ring or the various functions of the model.

In the blink of an eye, an afternoon passed. By evening, his roommates had also returned one after another.

Chen Feng's roommates included a胖子 (fat guy) named Zhao Zhipeng, and two others named Li Zhengyang and Sun Deming.

Li Zhengyang was a local. He usually dressed flamboyantly and seemed cynical, but he was extremely loyal at heart.

Sun Deming was from a neighboring city. Unlike Li Zhengyang, he was usually timid and appeared very weak, but only his roommates knew that Sun Deming was a ruthless person.

Once, when their dorm had a conflict with some people from outside, Sun Deming stood up alone and beat them all away.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing? Have you been sitting here all day?"

The胖子 came up to Chen Feng at this time.

"Yeah, I haven't sobered up from last night. My head is still throbbing."

"Your alcohol tolerance is too poor, kid. Look at us brothers, we're perfectly fine."

"How can I compare to you guys? I've never drunk alcohol since I was little."

"You say you don't drink or smoke, is there any fun left in your life?"

"My fun is playing games, but now it's good, I have other fun too."

After chatting and laughing with the胖子 for a while, Chen Feng saw that Li Zhengyang looked a bit troubled and found it very strange.

"What's wrong, Li Zhengyang? Did something happen?"

Li Zhengyang sighed and then said to Chen Feng.

"It's about the Robot Competition. Our Robot Club has been working on a robot for a long time, but we found out that a few parts couldn't be made when we were close to finishing. What should we do?"