First-Generation Pen Master Handwriting Robot

After saying goodbye to Aunt Ba, Lin Feng continued onward.

"Lin Feng, when are you going to look for a job?"

"I reckon it'll be hard. At least another six months, probably."

"What a pity. A Qinghua University graduate, wasting three whole months just like that."

Whenever the aunties passing by saw Lin Feng, they would usually greet him first. Yet once Lin Feng had walked a little way off, they would start talking about how he was mooching off his parents.

It could be said that if Lin Feng had not graduated from Qinghua University, but from some other 985 university that ordinary people were less familiar with or had never even heard of, there would not have been nearly so much gossip and criticism now.

Unfortunately, Qinghua University had made him and ruined him. Back when he had been admitted to Qinghua University, he had been famous and become the pride of his neighbors and relatives. Now, he had become their disgrace and regret in equal measure.

Xiaohe Town No. 1 Middle School.

At this moment, the gates of Xiaohe Town No. 1 Middle School stood wide open. Lin Feng walked in without the guard stopping him at all.

First, the school had always been loosely managed. Second, it was currently the noon break. Third, Lin Feng had visited the school several times before and was already a familiar face to the guards.

"Cousin."

Lin Feng went straight to find his cousin, who boarded at the school.

"Cousin."

His cousin, Lin He, excitedly jumped down from his bed, while the others gathered around curiously as well.

"The Handwriting Robot I developed is finished. I want to find some trial users to shoot a documentary-style advertisement. Is any of you interested?

"If any of you are willing to serve as an advertising model, I'll pay you 200 yuan a day during filming, until the video is finished. Once filming is done, all subsequent revenue and ownership of the video will belong to me.

"Of course, if you want to do this, you'll need to persuade your parents to sign and fingerprint the endorsement contract. Otherwise, there's nothing I can do."

Based on his experience from his previous life, the Handwriting Robot's main customer base was not people who bought it as a toy, but students, teachers, and clerical workers within the system.

That was why he had left home and come to the school to gather material for videos, instead of simply filming them at home as he had in his previous life.

"What's a Handwriting Robot?"

One male student asked what everyone was wondering.

"A Handwriting Robot is a robot that can write things for you with a pen. Come take a look."

As he spoke, Lin Feng had his cousin take him to the classroom, then opened his laptop and connected the Handwriting Robot with a cable.

Compared to the future Pen Master Handwriting Robot, which would have three models, with the strongest able to automatically change paper, draw sketches and pictures, and even connect to computers and phones through WiFi or Bluetooth, the current first-generation Handwriting Robot was ridiculously crude.

"Do any of you have an exam paper that needs an essay written? The essay page needs to be blank."

"I do."

A male student spoke up, then took a Chinese exam paper that had scored only 21 points from his desk and placed it before Lin Feng.

Faced with those dismal test results, Lin Feng said nothing. He laid out the blank side, then opened WPS and wrote a five-hundred-word essay on the spot according to the prompt.

With Lin Feng's typing speed and such a simple essay, it took him only five minutes to finish an essay of more than five hundred words.

He clicked the print option in WPS. The computer screen flickered, and a third-party program popped up.

The third-party program displayed a rather low-quality video feed, showing the exam paper.

Within the third-party program, he dragged the mouse to move the virtually projected text into the proper position, then clicked the "Confirm Handwriting" option at the bottom.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish..."

The Handwriting Robot quickly began writing the essay. The entire process was incredibly smooth, and it wrote even faster than an ordinary person, averaging eighty characters per minute!

"This thing is amazing! The handwriting looks so real, like it was genuinely written by hand. I guarantee the teacher would never recognize it!"

"It writes so fast, and there isn't a single mistake in any character. It really does look like a person wrote it."

"Yeah, there aren't any missing or incorrect characters. This Handwriting Robot is incredible."

The students gathered around the desk all cried out in amazement, their eyes filled with shock.

In response, Lin Feng looked at the words floating above the First-generation Pen Master Handwriting Robot and revealed a thoughtful expression.

"First-generation Pen Master Handwriting Robot, Level 1. Experience: 7/10000. Source Points: 0.0007/0.0007."

Comparing the character count with the seven students present, Lin Feng understood something.

However, the advertising shoot still had to continue. Next came all kinds of test footage.

In the end, he even had his cousin Lin He act as an advertising spokesperson for students and tell a few fabricated lies.

For example, he complained that teachers assigned too much homework, that writing assignments by hand made his hands hurt, and how having the Pen Master Handwriting Robot had changed things for him. Those lies gave the students listening a slight sense of resonance and temptation.

Afterward, Lin Feng filmed an advertisement himself, though he played the role of an ordinary clerical worker within the system.

He poured out his grievances, describing how the system emphasized paperless electronic work on one hand, yet in reality still required people to handwrite archive materials, meeting minutes, and the like.

Naturally, this left the students on site dumbfounded. They had not expected Lin He's cousin to be such a good actor. He really looked the part.

After they parted ways, Lin Feng found his mother and had her talk about how difficult a teacher's work was, how she often had to handwrite lesson plans and mark homework, and how badly her hands hurt.

Then he began editing the videos, intending to release the series on apps and video sites such as Bilibili, AcFun, Youku, and Tudou when the time was right.

That evening, Lin Feng also discussed with his parents his plans to buy production materials, hire workers, and start a factory. In the end, both of them agreed.

To support Lin Feng's business venture and help him restore his reputation, his mother, He Xueqing, gritted her teeth and took out 100,000 yuan to support him.

This naturally moved Lin Feng immensely.

Thinking about it, over the past three months, his family had already spent 80,000 yuan buying all sorts of secondhand equipment for him.

Now they were taking out another 100,000 yuan. Within three months, the family had spent 180,000 yuan, nearly draining all their savings.

If he wanted to get married now, they probably could not even afford the most basic bride price.

Feeling the pressure on his shoulders and his parents' expectations, Lin Feng became even more diligent and earnest than he had been in his previous life, striving to make every matter perfect and secure.

And so time slowly passed. A week went by just like that.

The garage on the first and second floors of his home had been turned into a small workshop factory. Including the workers, management, Lin Feng, and his father, there were thirteen people in total, both men and women.

The workshop was currently still adjusting its production process and gradually expanding its capacity. As for his mother, she continued teaching senior-year students, only returning during lunch breaks or at night to handle the finances.

In addition, the company registration, business license, fire safety certificate, and other relevant documents had all been obtained. Opening a company in a rural town was both troublesome and easy, really. You just had to find the right people.

As for the company name, it was a little tacky: Xingtu Technology. Though the name was ordinary, it carried Lin Feng's ambition to break free from Earth!

September 18, 2013, 6:30 p.m.

"The moment that decides our fate has finally arrived!"

Lin Feng's mother and father stood beside him, staring nervously at the laptop. They knew that what came next would determine their family's future.

If they succeeded, they could make a fortune. If they failed, the savings and sweat his parents had accumulated over more than a decade of work would be completely wiped out.

For at least the next five years, their family would have to forget about buying a car, building a house, or getting their son married, because they would not even be able to afford the bride price.

"Upload."

Lin Feng uploaded the videos one by one to the various apps and websites in order, then waited anxiously for them to pass review.

After that, the whole family repeatedly refreshed the pages to check the videos' view counts and favorites, while also checking the sales figures of their official stores on Taobao, Tmall, and JD.com.

Unfortunately, as a newcomer with a new account, neither video sites nor apps would suddenly give him traffic.

Thus, over the next half hour, aside from Lin Feng remaining relatively calm, his parents' expressions gradually shifted from anticipation to disappointment, and they occasionally sighed helplessly.

But all of that was quickly shattered by a single comment and a single order. Lin Feng's parents' expressions instantly turned to delight.

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