Chapter 96: Chapter 94: Looking at the Old Predecessors Who are Bolder (3/4)

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Seeing Lorin start reading seriously, the female assistant habitually stays quiet, not to disturb him.

Lincoln, on the other hand, is just the opposite.

He starts walking around the workspace, tidying up the table a little, arranging some tools and putting them away in the rack.

In order to test the effectiveness of the focus headband, Lincoln intentionally makes some noise, trying to distract Lorin.

After looking for a while and finding nothing else to do, he started casually chatting with Lorin’s female assistant: “Hello, may I ask your name?”

The female assistant understands that Lincoln is not intentionally causing trouble but is helping her boss with the test. She no longer stays quiet and briefly replies, “Ruan Pingyi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, nice to meet you.” After saying this, Lincoln falls silent, wanting to chat with someone, as long as he can distract Lorin from reading.

The problem is, he doesn’t have much experience with forced conversation!

He can chat with acquaintances endlessly, but with strangers, he can only greet them, and after the greeting, he doesn’t know how to start a conversation. Especially with women who always look serious and seem older than him.

Maybe even by two rounds?

Lincoln had this thought in his mind since well-maintained women over 30 don’t really show age changes, and it’s tough for straight men to distinguish.

Thinking about it, he wanted to ask Miss Ruan her age, but he quickly realized that directly asking someone’s age could easily offend them.

Younger women don’t mind, but after 25, the older they are, the angrier they’ll get when directly asked about their age.

However, telling a stranger you’ve just met that they look like they’re18 is simply too frivolous.

In the end, Lincoln came up with a tactful phrase: “Miss Ruan, you’re very well-maintained, not even looking 30.”

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words left his mouth, the female assistant’s gaze immediately sharpened.

Even though she had felt annoyed with Lincoln’s lack of propriety earlier, she hadn’t shown any signs, and he had no idea.

But at this moment, Lincoln saw Miss Ruan’s murderous glare and realized he’d said something wrong.

“What do you mean ‘not looking 30’?!” The assistant snapped as if being prodded at a sensitive point, “I’m not even 30 years old! I’ve still got a few months before my birthday!”

Ah, she’s upset.

Lincoln didn’t expect this very experienced career woman to be exactly 30 years old. Judging by her serious demeanor, he thought she would be around 40 years old.

“Oh, I understand, I understand, you’re 29 years old by birth and 30 years old according to East Asian age reckoning. Not 30, not 30. It’s my mistake.” Lincoln hurriedly apologized.

As a result, the assistant got even angrier. You had to emphasize East Asian age reckoning, 30, right? Three 30s in one sentence, you did that on purpose, right?!

She felt like arguing with Lincoln about the legal authority of the birth date on the household register, the physiological reliability of age numbers on hospital medical records!

But after Lincoln apologized, he turned away and walked off.

He felt that he was not suited to chat with strangers, as it’s too troublesome and could easily offend people. He decided to find another method.

Assistant Miss Ruan felt a fire burning in her chest, but she couldn’t vent it out and could only stare at Lincoln’s retreating back with a deadly glare.

Lincoln took out several thick wooden pieces, the size of palm, and placed them around the workspace: on tables, cabinets, shelves, and windowsills, in convenient spots.

Then he took down his Handheld Multi-directional Firearm Assist Device Prototype I from the wall and stood in the middle of the studio, using a toy gun to shoot at the wooden pieces.

He didn’t move or turn, the device folded smoothly in his hand, aiming the gun at various tricky angles. Lincoln aimed at the palm-sized display in front of him and shot at the wooden pieces.

When he first tested with a real gun, there was no shooting accuracy to speak of; nine out of ten shots were off.

Luckily, he used his homemade bullets, reducing the propellant charge beforehand. Otherwise, if he shot through the protective plate, he’d have to figure out how to repair it himself.

After all, bullet marks can’t simply be fixed by any random repairman.

After taking the real firearm apart, he had tested it with the toy gun. He fired more than 50 bullets, only to ensure accurate shooting within six meters.

The female assistant, Ruan Pingyi, stood there, watching Lincoln handle the strange-looking device with the toy gun, completely controlling its various directions and angles without even touching it and even aiming it behind him.

With crisp “pop” sounds, one wooden piece after another was shot down, accurately hitting the target with every shot!

Seeing this, she immediately changed her mind about the obscurely named device; was this actually something so useful?

Lincoln made such a commotion that Lorin could no longer hold on.

He stopped reading and looked at Lincoln holding the big device, “This thing you’ve got is awesome! But why did you research this?”

“I needed inspiration for games, did it for fun, it’s actually not that useful.”

Lorin didn’t dig any deeper, for now, he had something more pressing to worry about: the focus headband’s effect was astonishing!

“Congratulations, Lincoln! In such a short time, you’ve developed another incredible and important technology!” Lorin didn’t hesitate to give praise, “Compared to virtual reality technology, this is what can truly enhance Daxia’s overall strength!”

Upon hearing this, the female assistant immediately forgot her anger.

“Enhancing Daxia’s overall strength”- what an unbelievable statement!

The more Lorin thought about it, the more excited he became. If all researchers could maintain a high degree of focus while conducting their research, would the progress of their research speed up? By how much?

If all students could use this device, significantly improving learning efficiency, how much faster would talent cultivation in Daxia be?

If all workers could use this device, how much would production efficiency improve?

The most critical point is that this is purely incremental and comes out of nowhere!

“Is the cost of this focus headband high?”

“It’s reasonable, not counting the technology R&D costs, it’s not much different from a Mirage,” Lincoln didn’t plan to keep it secret. “However, subsequent research on portability will increase costs.”

Compared to the effect of the technology, this cost is indeed low.

However, Lorin frowned upon hearing this. “In that case, it might be difficult to issue one to every citizen in Daxia. The cost is too high, and it would also cause immense waste.”

Lincoln’s eyes widened upon hearing this.

What are you talking about?!

Lincoln didn’t turn this into a business because he was worried about educational fairness.

That’s why he asked for Lorin’s help, hoping they could find a way to equip all students in Daxia with it!

As long as everyone has one, there will be mostly benefits and no drawbacks.

He thought he was bold and delusional enough with this target.

But when it got to Lorin, he aimed directly at one for every citizen in Daxia?!

So it was true: the bolder the person, the higher the yield?

Lincoln realized how vounc and nave he was. thinking about being bold and delusional; he should learn from these old-timers!