White armor

Chapter 439: The world is a painting, the mountains and rivers are a book

No matter what the objects are, as long as there are enough of them and they are placed in an endless space, they will always give people a strange feeling at first glance.

Just now, I traveled through time and space, and the Chinese ink landscape painting with the sky and earth as the painting and the mountains and rivers as the calligraphy changed into steampunk, and it was seamlessly connected in an instant.

But this was just the beginning, and soon countless mechanical pandas appeared in the field of vision.

Chinese science fiction, sea of ​​pandas.

"Boss, so many! Are they real or photoshopped?!" Director Gu was so shocked that he stuttered.

"This is true." Although Boss Zhou experienced it personally, he was still a little surprised when he saw it now.

At that time, when he was in the agricultural company under his jurisdiction in Hulin, all he could see were mechanical pandas, and he didn't see it from the perspective of a drone.

Now looking down from a high vantage point, even Boss Zhou finds it a little unbelievable to see the mountains full of mechanical pandas ready to go.

It was as if the person facing these mechanical pandas at that time was not him, but someone else.

In the picture, Boss Zhou took a step forward and raised his hand.

In the office, Boss Zhou raised his hand subconsciously, as if he was dreaming back to the Hulin Agricultural Company.

There was a crisp snap of fingers.

The rustling sounds were uniform.

The endless number of mechanical pandas all over the mountains stood up.

Their movements should be software-driven, neat and clean, even the rustling sounds should be identical.

The faint rustling sounds merged into one, like thunder roaring out of nowhere.

At that moment, Boss Zhou in the picture had a flushed face but looked extremely serious, as if he had returned to the battlefield decades ago.

The robot panda in the front row stood up, saluted, and then, like Bamboo, twisted its hips and walked towards the combine harvester.

If there is no panda costume cosplay, the robot dog's steps seem to be indifferent to relatives and look a little silly.

But after cosplay, everything has changed. Appearance determines everything, no matter in which dimension or time.

As the number of cute robot pandas increased, the whole atmosphere changed.

As one robotic panda after another got on the combine harvester, they began to start up the huge machine.

Tu tu tu tu~~~
The diesel engine was started, black smoke came out of the huge machine, and the sound resounded through the sky.

Director Gu stared at the scene in a daze, feeling inexplicably surprised.

"Boss, are robot dogs so awesome nowadays?" Director Gu asked in surprise.

"It was post-production, only the part where the robot panda and bamboo go to the combine harvester together." Boss Zhou explained reluctantly.

It seems that he really wants this part to be true.

Bamboo with a robotic panda?!
Director Gu was stunned. He didn't notice at all when Zhuzi brought the robot panda onto the combine harvester.

“However, Xiaoluohao said that in a few years, the combine harvesters will be unmanned, and scene recognition will be relatively simple and the difficulty is extremely low.

The only difficulty is that the combine harvesters are provided by private enterprises. In August and September every year, large trucks pull the combine harvesters from south to north to start harvesting. If there is no one, we have to get in touch with these companies, otherwise there will be too much resistance.

Touching someone's money is like killing their parents, but it's technically simple."

These are all trivial matters. Gu Huaiming looked blankly at the mechanical panda sitting on the combine harvester.

Admittedly, if the boss’s description is followed, these mechanical pandas are just “embellishments”.

But just think about the countless unmanned combine harvesters running across the vast fields. Isn’t this the boss’s dream when he was young?
"Ho~~~"

A robotic panda stood up and roared loudly.

Gu Huaiming immediately discovered that it was not a mechanical panda, but bamboo!

The bamboo is like a leader. At a command, the mechanical panda sitting on the combine harvester skillfully starts the combine harvester and drives towards the endless fields.

The roar was like thunder, and the combine harvesters seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and were as neat as a military parade.

Even the fresh fragrance of harvesting rice condensed into substance, overflowing the screen and lingering between the mouth and nose.

"Old..." Gu Huaiming turned his head and saw his boss in tears.

……

……

"Fuck, God really made such an awesome thing!" Chen Yong was surprised.

"I didn't expect that either. Especially the transition was so smooth and I couldn't see any problems." Luo Hao was also a little surprised.

However, he had read the content sent by the girl intermittently and had a rough idea of ​​what was going on, so he was able to remain calm.

Amid the roar of the combine harvester, the entire cinema began to boil after a period of silence.

The familiar mechanical panda, the one that Professor Luo always carries with him, can be transformed into thousands of forms, just like Zhuzi grabbed a handful of cat hair and blew into it, turning it into countless bamboos.

Thousands of incarnations, thousands of incarnations.

No one expected to see such a grand scene. The last time they saw a similar scene was the "Havoc in Heaven" produced by the Magic City Art Film Studio.

There were constant discussions, most of which were meaningless sighs.

Luo Hao didn't care and just watched the scene quietly.

"Luo Hao, what do you think if we have the same number of drones?" Chen Yong asked.

"Want to vent my anger?"

"Yeah, isn't it awesome? Do you think it's feasible?" Chen Yong asked anxiously.

Luo Hao didn't say anything, just smiled slightly.

There's no rush for this kind of thing.

As the drone began to climb, the rhythm of a grand narrative began.

The surrounding mechanical pandas became smaller and smaller, turning into countless black dots, and only large agricultural machinery was busy harvesting in the fertile fields.

People saw a picture called magnificent.

In the painting, it no longer matters who is driving the combine harvester. The thousands of miles of fertile fields that once required hundreds of thousands of strong laborers to work day and night to harvest are now being harvested at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The eight words "Heaven and earth are paintings, mountains and rivers are books" seem so true at this moment.

Although most of the people present were from Bac Giang Province, few of them had actually seen such a grand spectacle.

There was a noise, but it soon died away. Everyone stared at the scene in a daze, watching the uninhabited port that was once said to be in the legend appear on the thousands of miles of fertile land in the northeast.

The editors seemed to know the audience's emotions. The scenes did not switch quickly, but instead watched quietly from the perspective of a suspended drone.

The huge combine harvester was moving, and the previous scene began to slowly change.

This change is slow, so slow that it requires careful observation.

This change happened very quickly. If you were distracted for a moment, the picture would change completely.

About a minute later, the field of vision was pressed downward again.

As the drone's perspective lowers, every frame is different, fresh and unique.

But as the screen lowered and Mr. Zhou appeared in the field of vision again, the whole audience was silent.

Mr. Zhou is riding on a bamboo, with a roaring mechanical panda behind him, a big black creature with half of its face in his left hand, and a red-crowned crane landing on Mr. Zhou's right shoulder with his right arm bent and raised.

Da da da~~~
As the sound of clicking sounded, the picture instantly turned black and white, and a strong AFP style was blowing in the face.

Holding Huang on the left and Qing on the right, with brocade hats and sable furs, a thousand riders are galloping across the plain.

Familiar painting style, familiar taste, familiar poetry, familiar core.

In black and white, a ray of light falls on Boss Zhou's face, on the sunny side, kind and gentle. His outstretched right arm is resting on the red-crowned crane's leg, as if he is helping it correct its position, or as if he is playing with his children and grandchildren.

In the light and shadow, the kindness and simplicity on Boss Zhou's face are visible to the naked eye.

On the other side, the visibility became lower, and the same kind and benevolent face changed the filter to become serious and earnest. Standing in the darkness and gazing at the light, Boss Zhou exuded a faint aura of iron and blood.

Dahei followed Zhuzi, looking up at the drone. Against the black background, Dahei looked ferocious and terrifying, and a little hideous.

Only half of the face's big black lips were slightly raised, revealing fangs. Ferocity and brutality condensed into substance and suddenly hit everyone's heart.

As the field of vision continued to decrease, the scene gradually became clearer.

The clearer and more real it is, the more solemn everything in the picture becomes.

At the junction of darkness and light, every wrinkle on Boss Zhou's face can be clearly seen.

The gullies are crisscrossed, like a history book of time.

The thousands of mechanical pandas behind Boss Zhou no longer looked cute. In the AFP filter, they looked like soldiers, waiting for orders and ready to charge at any time.

The overwhelming momentum made people breathless, and the huge cinema was filled with deathly silence.

……

Gu Huaiming stared at the scene in a daze.

He had no doubt that his boss was excited.

The combine harvester has merged into the black background, as if it were some ferocious beast that could suddenly attack at any time and anywhere.

Behind the boss are a dense crowd of mechanical pandas, clearly in black and white.

The boss's kindness mixed with murderous intent turned into an inexplicable emotion lingering in my heart.

Maybe when I saw the boss just now, the memory he left on me was like the scene I saw before my eyes? Gu Huaiming thought to himself.

That happened many years ago, and Gu Huaiming thought he had forgotten it long ago. However, whenever he encountered a similar scene deep in his heart, those dusty memories were immediately brought back.

This is the boss I remember.

Luo Hao actually captured the energy of the history books in his films.

The picture seemed to be frozen, time seemed to stop passing, and everyone, including Gu Huaiming, ignored the combine harvester moving in the background.

This picture will remain in their hearts and will last forever.

I don’t know how many seconds or a minute passed, but as the bamboo shook its head, the picture slowly faded from the AFP filter.

The exit process was very smooth, without feeling abrupt or awkward.

As the filter changed, Mr. Zhou became warmer, and his eyes and eyebrows looked more kind.

Holding Huang on the left, holding Cang on the right, wearing a brocade hat and a sable fur coat, the words "Thousands of Riders Rolling Across the Plain" also gradually faded, as if time is like water, diluting everything and turning the murderous young man into a kind-hearted old man.

But the endless number of mechanical pandas behind me are still there, and the oppressive feeling that instantly causes trypophobia to attack is still there.

That murderous aura that seemed tangible was still there.

In the picture, Mr. Zhou patted the red-crowned crane, and Zhuzi roared. The red-crowned crane seemed to understand and spread its wings and flew high.

Mr. Zhou was quite satisfied with Zhuzi. He leaned over, hugged Zhuzi's plump neck, and whispered something into his ear.

"Boss, did you talk to Zhuzi?" Gu Huaiming asked.

"Let me give it a compliment. Bamboo understands human nature and understands everything you say." Old Zhou said softly with a satisfied look on his face.

At this moment, Gu Huaiming was also envious. He was envious to the core.

"Boss, is it safe to ride a panda?"

"If Lao Chai can ride a horse, why can't I? When I was young, I rode a wild horse, but what can Lao Chai do? If it weren't for Xiao Luohao, he would never know the feeling of galloping in his life." Old Zhou scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Has Boss Chai really ridden on bamboo?" Gu Huaiming was stunned.

"He said he rode it when he went to Gusu. This bastard Xiao Luohao really knows how to flatter." Old Zhou snorted coldly, but judging from his expression, he seemed very comfortable.

That's bamboo. Can the feeling of riding the national treasure giant panda be the same as riding a horse?

Even the six horses of the King of Qin are not acceptable.

Gu Huaiming was envious, but before he could say anything, he heard his boss say, "At that time, the leader of the forestry company also wanted to ride bamboo, but Xiao Luohao refused with a cold face without any hesitation."

"Ah?" Gu Huaiming exclaimed, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"He said that even he couldn't bear to ride it. Only Lao Chai and I had ridden it. They were nothing. Why would they want to ride a bamboo pole?"

"..."

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Gu Huaiming sighed and completely suppressed the extravagant hopes in his heart.

He knew Luo Hao and had guessed that only his boss and Boss Chai could enjoy such a good thing, and even Luo Hao himself was reluctant to give it up.

Bamboo is really obedient. Gu Huaiming's eyes turned red as he watched Bamboo in the picture acting coquettishly with her boss.

Acting coquettishly while sitting, lying down, rolling around, as long as Zhuzi is in the boss's sight, she will do nothing but act coquettishly and cutely.

Tsk tsk.

And behind the bamboo there are endless mechanical bamboos, which look exactly like Sun Wukong plucking a handful of hair and blowing on it.

Mr. Zhou rode farther and farther away on the bamboo, and his figure gradually became hazy and blurred.

The scene switched unconsciously. Before Mr. Zhou's figure disappeared, the plants around the farm turned yellow and the autumn wind was blowing.

The sky was filled with white snow, which fell in large flakes across the fields.

Da Da Da~
Ruixue is a prosperous year.

Five big words appeared.

The drone's viewing angle was raised again to a very high position, and the field of vision suddenly became wider.

The sky and the earth are the same white. There is no human habitation as far as the eye can see, yet it seems to be pregnant with hope for the next year.

Time-lapse photography, time flies, stars move.

The camera's screen gradually moved downward, into the white snow, and into the black soil below that was so black that it oozed with oil if you pinched it.

People seem to have entered the perspective of the universe and the earth.

After an unknown amount of time, a seed began to grow, take root and sprout.

Spring is here and flowers are blooming.

When the buds emerge from the ground, the screen is filled with green and vitality.

A black mass appeared next to the newly grown branches, but it was too close to see clearly.

But the black mass seemed to be moving.

The view continued to change, and soon everyone could see clearly that it was a mechanical panda.

Mr. Zhou, dressed in casual clothes, and Zhuzi stood at the edge of the field with a bamboo chair and a pot of tea.

Mr. Zhou was drinking tea leisurely, with bamboo on his left and Dahei with half of his face on his right. The red-crowned crane was nowhere to be seen.

The robot panda was patrolling the field, bending down from time to time to pull out weeds.

"Luo Hao, this doesn't seem to be enough to cover the cost of the machine." Chen Yong said in a low voice.

"For our own food crops, we certainly don't care about the cost," Luo Hao replied, "For large-scale farming, we use other methods."

"Small peasant economy?"

"Not really, it's just a metaphor. Besides, who says this model can't be promoted? It will be almost done in fifty years. Maybe, it won't be used." Luo Hao said slowly.

Fifty years? Will controlled nuclear fusion take forever? Chen Yong raised his mouth with a disdainful smile.

But his smile soon turned into joy. The bamboo on the screen was so cute. He didn't have to do anything, just lie there.

No matter where the bamboo lies, that is the "c" position.

Not enough to look at.

This seems to be a still scene, as if there is only one picture. Neither Mr. Zhou, Zhuzi, nor Dahei are moving.

Only the robot panda weeding in the fields was working hard.

They are tireless, with solar photovoltaic panels faintly visible on their bodies. They charge while working, just like the cows and horses that buy themselves coffee in CBD to refresh themselves.

"There are few idle months in the Tian family, so people are very busy in May?" Chen Yong laughed, "Looking at Boss Zhou, he doesn't seem to be very busy at all."

"With the advancement of science and technology, we can't use all our skills to edit viruses, bacteria, and new viruses that destroy humanity. We are not an anti-human nation."

Chen Yong pretended to laugh silently.

Since returning from the United States, Luo Hao's tendency to be a "royal Han" has become increasingly obvious, and he makes no effort to conceal it.

But Chen Yong likes it.

"Machines will replace human work, material abundance will be huge, and humans can concentrate on exploration and art. Isn't this part of communism?"

That goal was so far away that it seemed everyone had forgotten it long ago, but Luo Hao inadvertently shot a promotional video using Mr. Zhou and bamboo, which seemed to unveil a veil of distant vision while promoting Northeast agriculture.

Is it ok?
Is it not possible?

Is it really not possible?

Chen Yong didn't want to think so much.

The video continued to be shot with a time-lapse camera. Clouds gathered in the sky and it was already noon.

Old Zhou raised his hand and patted the bamboo. The bamboo stood up and roared. The mechanical panda in the field seemed to have heard the command and kept calling out one after another.

In the green wheat field, countless black shadows suddenly appeared and ran back to Mr. Zhou.

That kind of vitality has already burst out of the screen.

Gradually, the picture unknowingly turned into the AFP filter again.

But no matter how you try to cover it up, the vitality of all things cannot be concealed.

As one robotic panda after another appeared in front of Mr. Zhou, the picture gradually faded.

Jiangbei Province Culture and Tourism Promotion, a few words appeared on the screen.

The entire documentary is not very long, at least it is much shorter than a movie.

But the content is overflowing, especially the endless mechanical panda and the vast black land, which hit everyone's heart like a heavy punch.

Long aftertaste.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights came on.

Boss Zhou sat motionless in the chair. Gu Huaiming, feeling uneasy, walked to the boss.

"Boss, Xiao Luohao has really put in a lot of effort." Gu Huaiming said in a deep voice.

"Xiao Gu, do you think I can really see this scene?" asked Mr. Zhou calmly.

"Yes." Gu Huaiming answered confidently, "Although weeding and other things are not possible now, it is not difficult to make so many robot pandas. If we want to make unmanned combine harvesters, we don't have to worry about taking away other people's jobs. It will become a reality in one or two years."

Mr. Zhou nodded slightly and a smile appeared on his face.

At that time, I was just envious of Boss Chai's Dingjun Mountain. Why could Boss Chai touch it but I, Zhou, couldn't?

I didn't expect that Xiaoluohao would come up with such a promotional video, which left me speechless and very happy.

Although there are some flaws, looking back, the shooting only took a few days, and Luo Hao was with me most of the time, wandering around the agricultural company with Zhuzi and Dahei.

As a result, I had the opportunity to witness this scene.

Mr. Zhou was feeling a little excited.

The content produced by Xiaoluohao really exceeded my imagination.

It's not just a matter of short-term success, but also a subtle reflection of one's lifelong pursuit.

This kid is good, quite good.

Gu Huaiming looked at his boss's expression and knew exactly what he was thinking.

Xiao Luo is really good at flattering people. Although it is now called providing emotional value, you see, the emotional value he provides can make the boss savor it from now on and keep savoring it until he goes to the coffin.

It's really amazing, no wonder the old people pamper him, that's it! Director Gu is already thinking about how to get closer to Xiao Luohao.

This child is very lucky.

"Boss, when will this be released?"

"It's not important anymore." Mr. Zhou smiled. "I heard that Xiao Luohao hired someone to poach the Max Planck Institute's neuroscience research team?"

"Well, the sequel is probably still related to AI and artificial intelligence. I even suspect that Xiao Luohao is doing various preliminary work related to unmanned hospitals."

"Someone has to do this kind of work. If you don't do it and I don't do it, are we going to trust the wisdom of future generations?"

"Haha, I understand, boss. I'll follow Xiao Luohao and help if there are any difficulties." Gu Huaiming said seriously, "If I can't solve it, I will report to you in time."

Mr. Zhou nodded, as if thinking about something.

……

In the cinema, applause broke out sporadically.

It wasn't a formal occasion, and although the directors and hospital leaders present were surprised and curious, there was no need to overdo it.

After all, Luo Hao is not even 30 years old yet. If he flatters us too much... everyone will be embarrassed.

"Xiao Luo, awesome!" Feng Zixuan walked over and said enthusiastically.

"It's OK, it's OK." Luo Hao smiled, "The boss has a need, and the cultural and tourism department also gave great support."

"I heard that you are going to take experts from the Max Planck Institute to see bamboo this weekend?" Feng Zixuan asked.

"Well, just look through the cage. He said there are no giant pandas over in Marburg. If you want to see one, the nearest place is Berlin."

"Don't you want to get closer?"

"I'm not familiar with them, so I can just look at them through the cage and then take a look at Zhuda, that's enough." Luo Hao replied calmly.

Feng Zixuan laughed. Was Xiao Luo dissatisfied with the experts at the Max Planck Institute? Or was he making distinctions between the experts and the experts?

But he didn't ask, because it's better to pretend you don't know some things.

"Xiao Luo!" Chen Yan came over, twisting his beard. "The promotional video is really well shot. Can I shoot one too if there's a chance? Just appear in the scene and be an extra."

"What a coincidence. Come on, let's go and have something to eat." Luo Hao declined mercilessly.

(End of this chapter)