I open a yizhuang in the cyber world, specializing in electronic dissatisfaction.
The AI is possessed by evil, and I cast a spell to remove the poison. The androids are haunted, and my two paper figures are saved.
Business was bleak until the president of Yongsheng Technology knelt in front of the door, and the electronic evil spirit created by my grandfather crawled out of his body.
The evil spirit smiled ferociously: "I found you, Lin Shouyi's granddaughter..."
I sealed it into the USB flash drive with my backhand and said to the bodyguard: "The consultation fee is one million. In addition, there are at least seven more 'good things' like my grandfather's in your company."
From that point on, my clients kept getting more and more outrageous.
Grandpa's will only contains one sentence:
"Jiujiu, don't go looking for the 'door'. Unless you want to see the 'god' behind the door."
