frightfiction Chapter 717 Mr. Lin, you've worked hard
Chapter 717 Mr. Lin, you've worked hard
Lin Bufan skillfully steered the car, which traced a graceful arc in the air as it flew towards Shanghai. He glanced at the live chat and chuckled, "How about it? Pretty good view, right? Much better than being stuck in traffic on the ground."
"It's not just much stronger, it's downright superior!"
"So, Mr. Lin, does this car really run on gasoline?"
"Are you stupid? It's definitely new energy!"
Lin Bufan glanced at this comment, and while maneuvering the steering wheel to perform various acrobatic maneuvers, casually replied, "Energy? It should be electricity..."
The comments section immediately picked up on the uncertainty in Lin Bufan's tone:
"should???"
"No way, bro, you built this car yourself and you don't even know what kind of energy it uses?"
"Hahaha, you've been exposed!"
"I bet President Lin is just a figurehead; he's actually a product of some secret laboratory!"
"The case is solved! Lin Bufan was just a spokesperson, and he has a team behind him!"
"Maybe they plagiarized someone's idea, or stole foreign technology patents!"
"Hey upstairs, you need evidence to back up your claims! This technology is so advanced, whose technology could it be plagiarized? If any country had this technology, they would have been bragging about it all over the world by now!"
"If you ask me... could President Lin have a system? That's how it's written in novels, with things like daily check-ins, lotteries, and systems gifting high-tech gadgets..."
"Yes, yes, yes! It must have been redeemed from the system! It's confirmed!"
"I guess it's a sign-in system..."
"I think it's a super-rich system..."
"You're all wrong! In my opinion, President Lin's system is definitely a goddess collection system! Otherwise, why do you think President Lin has so many beautiful girlfriends? Is it just because he's lustful? How superficial! They're all working hard and silently for the happiness of all mankind! Let me put it this way, every piece of cutting-edge technology that President Lin has brought out to benefit society is the result of countless hours of hard work! Comrades, let's type 'Thank you, President Lin,' in the chat!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin!"
"Thank you for your hard work!"
"Indeed, there's no such thing as a peaceful and carefree life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for us! Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin!"
"Thank you, Mr. Lin... But to be honest... I can actually shoulder this burden... Mr. Lin, if you ever can't hold on any longer, please remember to let me know..."
"Brothers, wake up anyone whose urine is yellow!"
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Seeing that the comments were getting closer and closer to the truth—or rather, getting more and more absurd—Lin Bufan quickly steered the conversation back on track: "As you all know, I'm simultaneously conducting dozens of groundbreaking research projects. Therefore, it's inevitable that I won't remember some less important details clearly. Please wait while I do a quick check on the energy issue..."
As he spoke, Lin Bufan actually lowered his head and began to rummage around in the cockpit. He skillfully opened an inconspicuous storage compartment under the center console, rummaged around inside, and actually pulled out a stack of bound, rather thick-looking documents, with the title "Lingxiao Series Personal Low-Altitude Aircraft Operation Manual and Technical White Paper" prominently printed on the cover.
"Holy crap?! There really is an instruction manual?"
"I didn't expect this..."
"Is it alright to browse through it on-site?"
"President Lin: Don't rush, let me sharpen my skills beforehand..."
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Lin Bufan ignored the barrage of comments, solemnly opened the thick "instruction manual," tapped the pages with his finger, and muttered to himself: "Hmm... Overview... Safety Specifications... Operating Guidelines... Found it! Energy System!"
Clearing his throat, Lin Bufan faced the camera and solemnly read, "Z... The Lingxiao Spacecraft uses a trans-era primordial energy matrix as its core power source. This matrix has a broad-spectrum environmental energy adaptive acquisition and conversion function, and can efficiently utilize solar energy, wind energy, geomagnetic field fluctuation energy, environmental temperature difference potential energy, cosmic background radiation energy... and some unclassified free energy... to achieve a near-perpetual energy supply..."
Lin Bufan paused for a moment as he read this, looked up at the camera, blinked, and translated: "Simply put, it can be fed by itself just by basking in the sun, feeling the wind, getting rained on... or even rubbing against it during thunder and lightning, or just leaving it there. As long as you don't throw it into a perfect vacuum with absolute zero and no energy fluctuations, theoretically... you can drive it around the world until the end of time, without worrying about finding a charging station or refueling."
As soon as Lin Bufan finished speaking, the entire live stream seemed to be muted, and the chat screen briefly went blank.
The next second, a barrage of comments completely flooded the screen!
"???????"
"What did I just hear???"
"Perpetual motion machine???"
"Mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live broadcast!"
"This isn't just cutting-edge technology, it's metaphysics! It's mythology!"
"The end of science is theology! President Lin is a god in our time!"
"Environmentalists rejoice! The ultimate clean energy!"
"Oil giant: RNM, refund my money! (Flips table)"
"Will we need to bring a tent when we go out in the future, so we can park the car outside and eat by ourselves?"
"Could this technology be used on mobile phones? It's too much trouble to charge them all the time!"
"If you used this on a mobile phone, would you dare to use it? If it absorbed a bolt of lightning during a thunderstorm, I don't know if the phone would be okay, but you would definitely be done for, no... cooked!"
"The person upstairs has a narrow perspective! This technology should be handed over to the state immediately, without any compensation!"
"Human civilization's progress has been accelerated by a hundred years because of President Lin!"
"Those who accused me of plagiarism and endorsement, come out and show yourselves? Is there another technology like this on Earth?"
"The system has confirmed it! This is definitely from the system! Mr. Lin, just admit it!"
"System, please look at the kids! I also want a car that can find its own food!"
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The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed at an alarming rate, with various reward effects exploding like fireworks, and the platform servers once again groaned in despair. Lin Bufan looked at the completely boiling barrage of comments and the soaring popularity value, satisfied, and closed the instruction manual he had just "manifested," casually stuffing it back into his storage slot.
"Alright, the energy issue is sorted out. Everyone, buckle up, the host is about to speed things up and show you the view above the clouds!"
Lin Bufan skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, effortlessly gaining altitude and piercing through the endless clouds. Below lay a rolling sea of clouds, and above, a sky so deep it was almost azure. Sunlight streamed unhindered onto the streamlined car, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. The live stream camera perfectly captured this magnificent scene, rarely seen on ordinary days, and the chat was filled with exclamations of amazement.
"To be able to fly above the clouds, Mr. Lin is awesome!"
"It's so beautiful! It feels like my soul has been purified!"
"I wonder if it's possible to fly into space? Mr. Lin, why don't you give it a try!"
"The person upstairs is really bold, talking about space? Why don't you just say we've flown to the moon?"
"If you ask me, flying to the sun would be more convincing!"
Just then, at the edge of the frame, a commercial airliner flying smoothly came into view, its silver-white fuselage standing out against the sunlight high in the sky.
Someone in the live chat immediately discovered something new:
"Look! There's an airplane over there!"
"Mr. Lin, come over and take a look!"
"+1, I want to see what kind of expressions the people on the plane will have when they see us!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Fly closer!"
Lin Bufan glanced at the comments and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "Alright, since everyone wants to see, let's get closer and say hello. But we have to keep a safe distance, so as not to scare the captain."
As he spoke, Lin Bufan steered the car, and the flying sports car emitted a low hum as it gracefully approached the passenger plane. He skillfully controlled the speed and distance, ultimately maintaining a near-parallel flight attitude with a sufficiently safe airspace between them, about a meter apart.
Inside the economy class of the passenger plane, a little boy by the window was listlessly gazing at the unchanging sea of clouds outside, his chin resting on his hand. Suddenly, his eyes widened, his mouth formed an "O," and he almost pressed himself against the window. He rubbed his eyes hard, making sure he wasn't seeing things—outside the window, a super cool-looking "little plane" he'd never seen before—no, it was clearly a car with wings! It was flying side-by-side with the large plane they were on! Even more amazing, in the driver's seat of that car, a handsome-looking older boy was smiling and waving at him through the window!
The little boy instantly became excited, his face turning bright red. He turned around abruptly and tugged at his mother, who was sleeping next to him wearing an eye mask: "Mommy! Mommy! Look! Outside! There's a car outside! Flying in the sky! It's flying alongside us! The big brother driving it is waving at me!"
The mother, woken up by the noise, impatiently slapped her son's hand away and said without even taking off her eye mask, "What nonsense are you talking about? How can a car fly in the sky? Are you still half asleep? Sit up straight and don't disturb others."
"Really! I'm not lying to you! Mom, just take a look! Just one look!" The little boy stamped his feet anxiously, his little hand stubbornly pointing out the window.
"Fine, I'll just take a look! If there's nothing there, I'll teach you a lesson!" The mother, annoyed by the noise, ripped off her blindfold and, with a face full of morning grumpiness, looked out the porthole in the direction her son was pointing—just as she expected, all she saw outside was a clear blue sky and a sea of clouds.
As for cars, only a fool would believe such a thing exists!
"Where is it? Where's the car you mentioned?"
Staring at the empty window, the little boy was stunned—Where's my car? Where's my big car?
How could it just disappear like that?
Seeing his mother's angry face, the little boy swallowed hard and then tentatively asked, "If I said it flew away, would you believe me, Mom?"
Seeing that the little boy still dared to talk back, the boy's mother was so angry that she laughed: "Then do you believe me if I say my slap flies across your bottom?"
Seeing that things were not going well, the little boy tried to shrink his neck and slip back into his seat, but his mother grabbed him and pressed him onto her lap, giving him a few crisp slaps on his bottom.
"Ouch! Mom, don't hit me! I'm telling the truth! There really is a flying car!" the little boy shouted as he struggled.
Seeing this, the surrounding passengers all tried to persuade him to stop.
“Parent, calm down. The child wasn’t lying,” a middle-aged man wearing glasses said gently. “There was indeed a very uniquely designed car nearby just now, and we even took pictures of it.”
A young girl next to her nodded in agreement: "Yes, Auntie, we all saw it. It was a white, streamlined sports car flying right outside the window, very close. There seemed to be people inside."
An old man chuckled and added, "That thing flies really steadily. It flew alongside our plane for quite a while. It's the first time I've ever seen one like it!"
As the mother listened to the cacophony of "testimonies" around her, she stopped what she was doing, and the anger on her face gradually turned into a wry smile!
I understand your desire to exonerate the child, but you need to come up with a reasonable excuse. Isn't this kind of excuse insulting my intelligence?
Just as the mother was about to say something, the little boy she was holding on her lap suddenly stopped struggling. He pointed out the porthole and cried out with a mix of tears and excitement, "Mommy! Look! It's out again! I didn't lie to you! It's right there!"
It turned out that Lin Bufan's flying sports car outside the window had only activated its visual cloaking mode; the view from inside the car and from the live broadcast studio was still visible outside. Lin Bufan, seized by a playful impulse, deliberately deactivated the cloaking. The sleek, futuristic white sports car reappeared clearly outside the passenger plane's window as if by magic, maintaining a near-stationary relative flight with the plane.
"You're still lying!" The mother didn't even look out the window. She was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped his bottom again. "Looks like you won't tell the truth until I give you a good spanking!"
"Waaah... It's true! Mom, please look! Just once! It's really back!" The little boy pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.
Hearing her son's aggrieved and seemingly genuine voice, the mother couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
Could I have really misunderstood? Are there really flying cars?
Fine, let's give this unfilial son another chance!
Thinking this, the child's mother turned her gaze to the porthole—just then, Lin Bufan grinned mischievously, pushed the control stick sharply, and the flying sports car spewed out a dark blue tail flame. With a "whoosh," it accelerated and instantly turned into a white streak, disappearing into the clouds ahead. Its speed was so fast that it left only a blur.
So, when the child's mother looked up, all she saw outside the window was still the same empty expanse of blue sky and white clouds.
She took a deep breath, looked down at her son lying on her lap with tears in his eyes, and asked in a calm but dangerous tone, "Where's the car?"
The little boy stared blankly at the empty sky outside the window, his little head filled with big question marks and grievances. He pouted, his voice trembling with tears, and tentatively whispered, "I...I said it was shy and flew away again...Mommy, do you believe me?"
"I believe you! I believe you, my foot!" The child's mother was completely enraged, raising her hand as if to hit him again: "It seems that unless I teach you why flowers are so red today, you won't be able to break this habit of lying!"
"Wah—!" The little boy finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears. His short legs kicked helplessly in the air, his heart filled with "accusations" against the "flash-by" speeding car driver—are you a demon?
In the live stream, viewers witnessed this scene through the camera, and the chat was instantly flooded with "hahaha" and various laughing-crying emojis.
"Hahaha! Poor kid!"
"Mr. Lin, have some decency! Look what you've done to the child!"
"Kid: First of all, I didn't offend any of you... Secondly, I didn't offend any of you..."
"This beating was truly unjust!"
"What's the size of the kid's psychological trauma?!"
"President Lin, you've snatched all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!"
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