The next day.
Little Ma arrived early with Liu Changzhi. They plunged straight into the laboratory building and immersed themselves in the virtual game. This time, Jiang Hao had equipped them with gear. Gunfights, travel, scenery, sensations—Little Ma experienced every last bit of it.
They played for an entire day.
Tencent's revenue last year had been 312 billion yuan. One day meant 860 million yuan. As the head of a super corporation, he was truly earning millions by the minute. His time was immensely precious, yet he had spent an entire day here playing.
Because he knew this game concerned Tencent's future.
If this game entered the market, Tencent would undoubtedly suffer the greatest impact.
After a full day of experience, Little Ma felt it even more deeply. It was more incredible than the game he had dreamed of, an absolutely disruptive innovation. Who knew how many gaming companies and virtual reality technology companies would be affected?
And the impact would be like a tsunami.
Jiang Hao did not concern himself with Little Ma. At that moment, he was with the robot development team, issuing orders for them to begin researching Brainwave Prosthetics.
He had read reports saying that intelligent prosthetic products nationwide were basically monopolized by foreign countries. Domestic research, development, and promotion capabilities were not particularly strong, while prices were extremely high. Yet their performance was not especially good. Being able to pick up a cup, perform simple grasping, and set it down already counted as top-tier.
The Mechanical Arm and Thigh Robot teams had sufficient technical support. The key was integrating them with the Brainwave Controller. Jiang Hao handed this research over to them, then immediately began other projects.
He brought several people over from other research groups and formed a new research team for Brainwave Service