Qin Lin didn't give Mr. Lu another chance to speak. He left the laboratory without another word and returned to Jinglin Manor.
By the time Mr. Lu came to his senses, Qin Lin was already gone. All he could do was wear a helpless expression.
So, in Boss Qin's eyes, Transformers were just toys.
But when he thought of all the functions Transformers had and the role they could play on the battlefield, he really couldn't think of them as toys.
On second thought, for someone like Boss Qin, researching Transformers was probably a piece of cake.
After all, Jinglin Laboratory already had plenty of Transformer models designed by Boss Qin.
Even the sci-fi park at Jinglin Scenic Area had a dedicated exhibit showcasing Transformers.
From traditional car Transformers to Chinese-style ones like Great Sage Equal to Heaven and Erlang Shen, and then to Transformers modeled after animals, like the chimpanzee general.
It seemed there wasn't a kind of Transformer Boss Qin couldn't make.
But for everyone else, it was incredibly difficult. Take the Chinese Academy of Sciences, for example. It had assembled so many experts in mechanical research, yet they still hadn't managed to reverse-engineer and build even one Transformer. They couldn't even solve the basic problems of its mechanical skeleton and configuration.
So, looking at it another way, what did it matter how useful Transformers might be on the battlefield?
For Boss Qin, they were easy to make. Weren't they as simple as toys, then?
After leaving Jinglin Manor, Qin Lin returned to his office at the manor.
He looked at the game screen and began his daily tasks.
Fishing, chopping wood, and gathering mountain produce were actually quite relaxing.
Wasn't a farming game supposed to be about taking life slowly?
It was just a little disappointing when