Mystery Makes Me Strong

"I'm missing such a signature and date. I forgot it at the time. Can't I sign it now? I have to run again."

"This signature must match the date at that time. If you sign it now, it does not match the previous date. If you sign the past date, it is forgery."

In front of an errand window, a certain white-collar worker was arguing with a working robot.

In fact, in the eyes of onlookers, he is quite reasonable.

The materials are all complete, but there is one page in the preparation materials that needs personal signature and date. When he was getting the materials, he should have missed the signature. There are too many pages in the materials, and sometimes omissions will occur.

You can never imagine what low-level mistakes a person could make.

If it is replaced by ordinary staff to do this, it is to send the materials back and let him handle it himself.

He directly wrote a past date on the spot, then signed it, and it was over.

But this working robot can't work, so I have to scrap this page and let him do it again.

To know that this is a document from last year, he has to run from beginning to end, and may not even get out.

Isn't this life-threatening?

Anyone who has gone through the process knows how tiring it is, mainly because of the tiredness of the heart.

The white-collar workers continued to entangle and yell.

However, it didn't take long for two security robots to drag him out.

Then there was a "bang" shot, and in the horror of everyone, everything was quiet.

"Isn't it? Just yelling twice, you're going to be shot?" Everyone looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.

"It's just a warning shot." Someone quickly saw what was going on outside and said immediately.

"It scares people to death. It turned out to be what the tribe did. Then it will be fine." Everyone clutched their chests.

However, after this incident, everyone immediately felt that it was not unacceptable to rerun the process again.

Better than getting a shot at at least, isn't it?

Soon there were discussions on the Internet about the incident.

"We need more flexible robotic clerks, not rigid and impersonal."

"Isn't that bad? If it's flexible, wouldn't it be the same as before?"

"In the past, I was able to provide accommodation, but now if I make a little mistake, I have to run a lot of roads again, which is exhausting, and some things are directly stuck, because some materials are completely unavailable."

There was a lot of discussion.

Some stand now, some stand past.

However, this has nothing to do with Hua Gang.

He is enjoying great power.

It was just that the good times did not last long, and soon another robot empire emerged called the Great Western Dynasty.

As soon as the empire rises, fight him.

He had no choice but to use the technology he mastered to upgrade his robot system.

Raw material processing, semiconductor technology, chips, industrial mother machines, various technologies, he has come up with a complete system.

In this way, his army of robots finally gained the upper hand in terms of production speed and combat effectiveness.

However, the opponent is also upgrading, and every time he is stronger by a version, the opponent will improve by a version.

In a word, it is impossible to stand still.

When the replacement is stagnant, the front will be pushed over.

He had to use his brains to innovate and select talents...

After a long time, he found that he was still a faint-hearted...

Hand over the technology to others and elect a cabinet to run the vast empire on his behalf.

"It turns out that power is like this. Too much power and too much pressure." He sighed.

He shrunk on the 10,000-square-meter bed in the harem.

On this day, he rolled around and suddenly found out, is this any different from before?

"Before the empire was established, I rolled on the big bed; after the establishment of the empire, I still rolled on the big bed. Isn't this empire built in vain? Why did I come here after spending so many decades?"

He felt bored.

He felt that his youth was wasted.

He wanted to go back and enjoy it.

He doesn't want to build any empire.

Thinking about it carefully, the league did not say to kill him from beginning to end, but cut him open to see.

It's just that he keeps running away, resisting, going mad.

If he works well with it, he has everything.

Wait, the check will still check.

And now, who dares to examine himself?

Hua Gang's mind was shocked, and he became firm again.

Better to be king.

In this feudal business alliance, only the emperor has the ability to control fate.

Others are just drifting with the flow, and they are all knives in the hands of others.

And the emperor is a knife bearer.

Thinking like this, Hua Gang cheered up for a few more days, and then went to be the faint-hearted king again.

Robots can't betray themselves anyway.

Five years later, Hua Gang was blocked in the harem by the chief assistant of the cabinet with a group of robots.

"Your Majesty, it's time to hit the road."

"Why, shouldn't you be loyal to me?" He pointed at the robots.

"Hahaha, their underlying commands have long been changed by me. Don't you think that you write a command once, and it will not change for life? Robots need to be maintained, modules need to be updated, systems need to be upgraded, and there are opportunities to change allegiance, you Playing in the harem every day, not paying attention to these things, I regret it now, and I have deliberately observed it for five years, I am so stupid!" The first assistant laughed wildly.

Hua Gang was furious: "You bastard, what am I sorry for? I gave you so much power."

"But you can't give me a sense of security. I always have a knife hanging from my head, and I may be executed by you for various inexplicable reasons at any time." Shoufu sneered.

Hua Gang suddenly realized.

Yes, I don't want to be pointed at by others with a knife, but I am pointed at others with a knife.

You will resist, and others will resist.

Unless you live in a vacuum, live in a place where no one needs to point a knife at anyone.

Is there such a place?

Just thinking about it, he was erected by two robots, and then hung on the high beam of the palace with three-foot white silk.

He grabbed Bai Ling tightly with both hands, trying to slow down the suffocation.

Below is his 10,000-square-meter bed.

Irony.

After death, do you still need to be so big?

Ten square meters is enough.

Hanging...

Choking, shaking, struggling.

He wanted to go back to before he was on the throne.

It turns out that being an emperor is just as dangerous.

The level of danger is still high.

Because he is always on guard against everyone.

Robots are also unreliable.

You can make the robot listen to you, and others can make the robot listen to him.

What you can do, when you are lazy and tired, you will be caught up by others.

The great empire is still like this, let alone you?

Unless you have the only hang in the world.

By the way, I have a hang up, don't I still have a carry-on grandpa?

At the last moment of his life, he began to call the old man.

"Come out quickly, I'm going to die, come out and help me? Dear father, dear grandfather, you can do anything you want me to do." He shouted ugly.

It didn't take long, not really long, just a few minutes of suffocation.

At this time, another voice sounded.

"A chaotic thinking, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is really fragrant. Do you want the world to be destroyed?" The voice was not that of the old grandfather, but that of a stranger.

"Destruction? Save me first." Hua Gang shouted no matter who the voice was.

"Destroy it and save you."

"Then destroy it."

"All right."

Then a flash of fire appeared, and the white silk tied in the neck was burned.

Hua Gang fell on the big bed.

He gasped heavily.

At this time, he just wanted a freedom to breathe.

I don't want to expect anything else.

"You promised me, then start destroying this world." 7220/10561616