"We have elderly care software. We only need to purchase robots that meet medical-use standards, replace their software with ours, and they'll be ready for use," Hua Gang told everyone smugly.
At that moment, one of the applicants cautiously said, "Boss, I'd like to remind you about some legal risks."
"Jon, go ahead." Hua Gang was a little displeased, but he remained patient.
"First, the robots we purchase may not allow us to replace their internal software ourselves. The manufacturers could sue us for wantonly infringing on their copyrights. Even if we pay a high price to buy them, they probably won't agree, because this directly involves serving people. If someone gets hurt as a result, the robot manufacturers could end up jointly liable for astronomical compensation..." Jon said.
He was from the Alliance, but since he lived in the Tribe, he naturally followed local customs and took a Tribal name.
Hearing this, Hua Gang felt a headache coming on. Based on his common sense, this was very likely true.
"Fine, fine. Then we'll focus on exports. We'll negotiate with the hardware manufacturers and only export to the Alliance. As for whether the Alliance repackages them after buying them and exports them back to the Tribe, whatever happens will have nothing to do with us," Hua Gang said after thinking it over.
"In that case, they should agree, provided the price is right." Jon considered it, then nodded.
A week later.
Everyone stood in an open space in the courtyard, watching two blue-and-white medical robots skillfully care for an elderly person played by a puppet toy.
They were extremely careful and highly proficient, helping the elderly person eat, wiping away sweat, handling excrement...
Measuring blood pressure, monitoring physical abnormalities, promptly making emergency calls...
Cooking, cleaning...
"This robot costs one million