Gao Jian found it absurd. He felt as though he might have fallen into a world inside a play.
Wan Hu continued, "But you've come at just the right time, Mr. Gao. I, Tao, am a man of my word. Consider that brain-computer interface helmet my gift to you. There's also the five hundred thousand US dollars for meeting me. I've already converted it into four million yuan in cash, and I'll have someone deliver it to your home later."
Did government rocket engineers meet mysterious figures inside games and receive four million yuan in cash as a welcoming gift?
Gao Jian felt that Director Hou would soon sniff out the trail and come knocking.
Investigating him was fine, but he didn't want Old Mr. Gao dragged into it as well.
"Let's leave the money aside for now." Gao Jian waved a hand. "Lord Wan Hu, we can count ourselves as old acquaintances, can't we?"
Wan Hu replied, "It's been nine years since we parted ways on that anonymous forum in 2019. We certainly are old acquaintances... If you hadn't caused such a stir a while ago, Mr. Gao, putting every social media platform under surveillance, I would have visited you long ago. I wouldn't have needed to resort to this."
Wan Hu gestured at the world beneath the yellow sky.
So it really was because his body's original owner had shown off that torn page online. And here he'd thought "Wan Hu" was some crackpot amateur scientist.
The original owner's brain death had cost him far too many memories, leaving him feeling hamstrung.
Wan Hu smiled again. "I had the good fortune to see that torn page of the Yongle Encyclopedia in your possession back then, Mr. Gao. It utterly astounded me. I've been yearning for it ever since."