In the cold office building, I was just a "Designer Lu" in the KPI cage. I was ravaged by PPT during the day and worried about my mother's sky-high medical expenses at night. Until the airborne female demon Cheng Ye appeared - she tore up my intangible cultural heritage plan, but she wore a blood-stained jade medal with her, hiding the secret that a female professor died tragically to protect the ancient city's data twenty years ago.
What's even weirder is that the programmer Su Rui secretly gave me a USB flash drive: "Among the files she destroys every month, there is your father's Dunhuang password." And when I dug out half a piece of broken jade on a blizzard night, Cheng Ye actually put a dagger against the old scar on his collarbone and screamed: "Don't touch Mingyue's things!"
We three migrant workers who have been ravaged by reality are forced to form an alliance:
► My mother's hair lost during chemotherapy turned out to be the antidote to the data virus
► The Dunhuang flying props hand-painted by my dad are resurrected in the game code
► Su Rui's programming bracelet hides the ultimate command to paralyze the entire network
On the day of the Yuan Universe press conference, the chairman came with special police to block it. I sneered and put on my VR gloves—in an instant, my father's Dunhuang caisson engulfed the entire exhibition hall. Cheng Ye took off his mask and smashed the jade medal into the console. Forced pop-ups on the mobile phones of 70 million people around the world: The endangered Miao silver patterns and Dunhuang murals swept all the screens like an avalanche!
This time, we no longer kneel down to change the plan.
Use ancestral craftsmanship to let capital experience real "technological explosion".
