"Li Lu Two came over to make steamed buns and could work nonstop from morning to night! And he was especially fast. After all, as long as his battery was fully charged, he wouldn't get tired! He sold 1,200 steamed buns in a single day yesterday!"
"I guessed someone might recommend fully automatic steamed-bun machines. Those machines were indeed fast, but the taste wasn't as good as handmade buns, and the neighbors didn't like eating them either! Although Teacher Bai was also a machine, its technique was exactly the same as a person's when making steamed buns. The texture it produced was even more consistent than my second aunt's!"
"Speaking of which, I suddenly understood something!"
"Why did Brain-like Chip Company prohibit all Teachers Bai from freely connecting to the internet and sharing data? Because work experience was often the most valuable data! Take these steamed buns, for example. If Teacher Bai's data could be freely shared online, my second aunt's exclusive recipe definitely wouldn't have been taught to it!"
Li Lu grabbed the camera again, and the scene changed to a vast open area.
More than a hundred boxes were stacked beside the open area, and numerous small forklifts were constantly coming and going, moving the boxes.
One of the forklift drivers was astonishingly Li Lu One, whose temples were marked by blue ring-shaped lights!
The footage changed rapidly. At first, Li Lu One looked flustered on the forklift, and his operation was clumsy. But after practicing again and again, he gradually learned to accurately lift some boxes with the forklift and transport them back and forth. In the end, even his expression became calm and composed, and he had the air of a veteran forklift driver.
The scene changed again. At the edge of the site, Li Lu