Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Is it difficult to live here?
Translator: 549690339
“Let’s not talk about the virtual world and its… um… sci-fi stuff. Do you know how much money is needed every year just to sponsor these surveys and research personnel?” Old Master Liang looked at Lincoln with a helpless look in his eyes.
“How much?”
As he spoke, the old man became sad again: “Society doesn’t pay enough attention to this, many people are self-funded in doing this work, it’s really too difficult! ”
“Huh, are there so few people doing this work? It’s much fewer than I imagined!”
Lincoln realized the scarcity of ancient architectural preservation researchers here, and thus realized the seriousness of the situation.
But Leonard was different; he stared at Lincoln in disbelief. “Few?”
5 million still seems too little? Could it be that his parents give him tens of millions in pocket money every year?
Impossible! How could there be such extravagant parents among the residents of this neighborhood?
Then, was it his own money?
Old Master Liang took another close look at the young man in front of him. Initially, he thought that this young man had moved into this community because his parents had made important achievements.
But now it seemed that this wasn’t the case?
“How did you move in here?”
“How did I move in?” Lincoln thought for a moment and replied, “Because there were many people cursing me online, I cobbled together a Virtual Reality Device, and that very evening someone came to my house, saying they wanted to give me money and a house. I moved in that night.”
“What’s wrong? Is it difficult to move in here?” Lincoln asked the old man in front of him.
But the old man’s face didn’t look right.
It was because Lincoln had a misunderstanding. The moment he had released his new device, he’d been immediately pulled here, and the house had been handed over to him without any hesitation. He didn’t think it was a big deal.
With an interest-free loan of 500 million coming up, and the factory still continuously producing consoles right now, almost like printing money, he cared even less about a house.
But what he didn’t know was that moving into this neighborhood was actually a difficult thing to do, and not something that could be achieved simply with money.
Only those who have made significant contributions in certain key fields have the eligibility to move in.
Many residents in the community actually moved in because of their elders’ merits, which was why the community seemed to be mostly ordinary people, rather than scientific research bosses coming and going.
As for Leonard’s strange expression, it was because—he himself did not obtain the qualification to live here on his own merits.
To put it bluntly, he moved in because of the contributions his partner made to the research on high-altitude missile trajectories.
For an old scholar researching ancient architecture, dream on if he thought the country would allocate him such a big house…
So when he saw Lincoln, who was so young and was able to get a house on his own merits, he inevitably felt a little unable to accept it.
“Have you graduated from university?” The old man asked with difficulty.
“Not yet, but soon. I’ll graduate in another year. Why?” Lincoln found this a bit strange. How were these questions related to sponsoring researchers of ancient architecture?
Old Master Liang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally sighed and dropped the subject.
“Let’s get back to the original topic, your idea of ‘recreating ancient architecture in a virtual world.’ Is there a high-tech requirement for this? Those engaged in ancient architecture surveys and maintenance may not necessarilv be Droficient in these new technologies. esoeciallv the ‘virtual world’ you mentioned…” Leonard thought for a moment and changed his wording, “this kind of cutting-edge technology.”
“That’s easy. Just wait a moment, and I’ll go get the equipment so you can see for yourself. I can develop a dedicated software to ensure what you see is what you get, similar to building blocks.” Lincoln finished and went back to get the equipment.
He originally came to install the model and connect with Leonard, not intending to pull him right in.
But since the opportunity was so good, he might as well seal the deal.
It didn’t take much time to go up and down the stairs, and soon Lincoln returned to the study with two Mirage headsets.
Installing the equipment, connecting the power supply, and accessing the internet, Lincoln skillfully helped the old man put on the headband and then put one on himself.
The old man curiously watched Lincoln’s actions, showing no resistance to the new technology.
Next was—startup!
Leonard only felt drowsy for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a strange place.
It was a space with an infinitely extending pure white ground, without ups and downs, sky, or miscellaneous colors.
Then Lincoln appeared in front of him, sliding his fingers down and pulling out a transparent screen in the air. Then with just a few taps of his fingers, the space began to change rapidly.
The ground was covered with vegetation, and plants spread out around them towards the distance. In a slightly further away area, the land rose, and trees sprung up, forming a forest in the blink of an eye. Mountain winds blew, and the dense leaves made rustling sounds. Then came the chirping of birds, countless birds flying out of the woods, the sky turned a brilliant blue, with soft white clouds gently floating by.
The sunlight felt warm on their bodies, and faint floral scents wafted in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, everything had changed!
Leonard stood still in shock, dumbfoundedly watching the scene unfold before him, his inner turmoil impossible to express.
At this moment, he fully believed in Lincoln’s boastful words of creating a Second World. It wasn’t the naive fantasy of a young man, nor did it come from some sci-fi story. He already had the ability to create a virtual world!
The key to creating the Second World was already in his hands!
By the way, he now understood how Lincoln, young as he was, managed to move into this community and why he thought 5 million was “little.” Unbelievable technology! Incredible talent!
“Old Master, do this: put your two fingers together and slide down.”
Lincoln taught Leonard how to call up the control panel, and then selected the specialized software.
Leonard saw the pattern of a “Wind Coming Pavilion” appear on the software’s interface, and he clicked it.
A small, four-cornered pavilion appeared in front of him.
He then selected “Disassemble,” and the pavilion immediately disassembled into individual components.
The interface showed the different components and their quantities, which could be increased or decreased at will, and there were even custom components available.
All he had to do was select a component on the interface, and he could control the movement of the corresponding component on the ground.
After thinking for a moment, he tried adding some component quantities and customizing a few components. Then, the old man began attempting to assemble them.
In just fifteen minutes, he stopped his work.
The original simple four-cornered pavilion was gone.
What appeared before him was a three-story, eight-cornered ancient pavilion with flying eaves and dougong brackets!
Now it was Lincoln’s turn to be dumbfounded: was this the level of professional gamers?
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