"Rumor has it they're releasing mechanical arms and mechanical legs?"
"The promotional copy says they're extremely advanced prosthetics, indistinguishable from real limbs, but I feel like that's pure bull!"
"The bull has been confirmed. Prosthetic technology has stagnated for years. At most, the materials changed from leather to plastic. Inside, they're still just a bunch of hooks and hinges with small electric motors for movement. There's barely any difference."
"Another money-grubbing company hiding behind the name of high tech. They spent all their funding on hype. I'll bet the products are garbage!"
"Obviously. They're even exploiting disabled people for money. Companies these days are becoming more and more heartless!"
"Neuron Company? These days, can any unknown backwater company come out to scam people?"
The comments section was filled with curses!
Song He's temple veins bulged. Where did all these haters come from? The press conference hasn't even started yet!
He raised his hand, intending to send a comment and argue with the haters, but after thinking it over, he lowered it again. The Livestream Room had grown to 130,000 viewers, and comments were pouring in like rain. Every comment was drowned out instantly, making it impossible to attract any attention.
Amid the one-sided abuse and skepticism, the press conference began!
The entire venue went dark. Then the big screen lit up and began playing a video!
A handsome young man in a military-green shirt sat in a chair. His left arm was intact, but the right sleeve hung empty.
Qiu Xuehai
Mine-Clearing Hero
The comments section fell silent for a moment. Then "Salute!" began flooding the screen, filling it with densely packed salutes.
Song He remembered him. He was a mine-clearance soldier stationed at the border. Several years ago, he had encountered danger while removing a land mine left over