Carrying the metal box, William did not keep them in suspense and directly opened it. Two small robots that looked to be only one meter tall and were somewhat slender suddenly appeared in front of hundreds of millions of ordinary people.
"Haha, how is it? I said before that I have researched robots and have made some achievements. Now you know that I didn't lie to you."
Looking at William, who was introducing the two robots with a smile, all the audience were surprised and surprised. At the same time, many people began to worry and even fear.
Two months ago, William mentioned popularizing robots, so during this period of time, the television stations of various countries took advantage of people's curiosity and invited experts and ordinary people from various industries to discuss the impact that robots would have on those people if they replaced humans.
As a result, most people thought that although robots replacing humans was an irreversible trend, if it appeared in 2003, no one in the world would be able to compete with robots in labor-intensive industries and some dangerous jobs.
Many people understood that once robots became popular, they would definitely lose their jobs.
Therefore, at least tens of millions of people in the world were looking at William worriedly. He pressed a few times on the armor on his left arm, and a virtual screen appeared in mid-air.
"Connect to experimental robots."
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire."
An answer came from the armor, and then the virtual figures of two robots appeared on the virtual screen.
William clicked a few times on the two virtual images, and the two robots lying in the metal boxes were immediately activated. Their eyes flashed with blue light, and then their bodies were electrified. Their limbs and chests lit up with blue light.
"Searching in the system."
After waiting for more than ten seconds, the two robots sat up and stood on the ground with the boxes.
They scanned their surroundings and locked their eyes on William. "At your command, Mr. William Devonshire."
"Very good, haha." William laughed and circled around the two robots, ordering them to do simple actions such as walking, jumping, and helping to carry things.
Then, he grabbed the live broadcast ball and said with a smile, "What do you think of these two little things?"
This time, there were all kinds of comments in the audience. There were envy, praise, worship, and even curses because they were worried about losing their jobs.
William deliberately covered his ears and listened to Sunday's report. His face darkened and he said helplessly, "Don't worry, who am I? I'm William Devonshire. I don't need to steal your rice bowls.
These robots will only serve me. Furthermore, I am not interested in labor-intensive industries, and I have no interest in discussing employment with other countries.
If he wanted to make money, it would be easier and more direct to earn money from the rich.
Not to mention other things, there are many people who spend tens of millions of US dollars just to go to Mars. So, if I set up a space travel company and fly to Mars for 10 million US dollars, do you think anyone will be willing to give it a try? "
Hearing William personally promise that he would not fight for jobs with ordinary people under the witness of so many people all over the world, hundreds of millions of people had a good impression of him.
He was thinking about the newspaper in the past that reported that people were willing to spend tens of millions just to go to space. Looking at this space travel company, it might really be profitable.
However, he saw William suddenly shake his head and say, "Sigh, forget it."
He pointed at the space armor on his body and explained, "This set of space armor on my body costs more than 100 million US dollars per set. Making 10 sets would cost more than 1 billion US dollars."
William wanted to laugh when he said this, but he was more proud of himself.
If this set of armor was made on Sunday, it would cost at most a few million US dollars. However, if it was sold, even if it was priced at 500 million US dollars, there would be countries fighting to buy it and take it back to study it.
The idea of space travel was not bad, but William suddenly remembered that the golden sand in the canyon was fake on Sunday. If an ordinary person came, it was inevitable that they would notice something wrong.
If that was the case, the loss would outweigh the gain.
After thinking about it, he could only find a reason to refuse, "If I want to earn back more than 1 billion US dollars, I will need at least 200 tourists. Not to mention that it will take several years, there are also too many legal, insurance, and tax issues involved.
"It's too troublesome, and the return on investment is not high. If I have the time and energy, I might as well come up with a plan that is more profitable than this."
As soon as these words were said, the attitude of the public, who originally had a good impression of William, immediately changed drastically. They all silently cursed in their hearts.
A business with a net profit of hundreds of millions of US dollars a year, and a business that could be recouped in three or four years, was actually unwilling to do it just because it was too troublesome?
At this moment, countless people in the world secretly hated themselves for not being William's relatives.
If they became William's siblings, wouldn't that mean that this business of hundreds of millions of US dollars a year would be theirs?
Unfortunately, these people could only dream about it. There was a little guy who did have a chance to get the project from William, but at this moment, he was almost annoyed to death by his aunt.
He wondered if he should go out and hide in the name of traveling, so that he wouldn't be nagged about why he didn't go to London every day.
At this moment, Chen Qinfeng looked at William on the computer and couldn't help but sulk in his heart. He wanted to go to London to take a look, but he had only shown his cousin once.
After a few words through the virtual image two and a half years ago, his life had improved a lot. Every summer, he would train with a person named Brother Jie for a period of time, but his cousin had never contacted him again, let alone met him.
Thinking of this, Chen Qinfeng, who was already 15 years old, felt depressed and unhappy. Regardless of his aunt's opposition, he directly turned off the computer.
William, who was still on Mars, didn't know that he was being cursed by his blood cousin, but even if he knew, he probably wouldn't take it to heart.
Other than not wanting anything to happen to that kid, William hoped that no one would disturb his life.
He ordered two small robots to drag the machine that could absorb gold sand out of the spaceship. He saw Nissa sitting on the gold sand, holding up a peace sign, and asking Serena to take a photo of her with the camera on the armor.
This scene made the audience's mood even worse. This was completely stabbing everyone's heart with a needle.
William took a few glances and hurriedly grabbed the live broadcast ball and moved the camera away from Nissa, although he himself didn't care about Nissa taking photos on the gold sand at all.
But what was certain was that if he moved the camera a few seconds slower, tomorrow's newspapers would be full of photos of Nissa wearing the armor, lying on the gold mine, and scattering the gold sand into the sky.
Then, there would be a lot of various accusations and preaching.
Therefore, William carried the gold sand machine and placed it more than ten meters away from the spaceship. He turned on the switch of the machine without any hesitation, and a roar similar to that of an airplane engine sounded.
Then, a strong suction force was generated from the air inlet, sucking the red iron sand on the ground into the machine and throwing it out far away.
In a moment, traces of the gold sand were revealed, and the audience's attention was immediately attracted by the gold all over the ground.
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