Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 1302: Chapter 1171: Is Your Wife for Sale?

Chapter 1302: Chapter 1171: Is Your Wife for Sale?

Henry and Lorin walked up close, their eyes shining as they gazed at the two princesses.

They discovered that, even though they were less than two meters apart, they still couldn’t tell which princess was real and which was fake.

That was just too amazing!

They had rushed over to find Lincoln, wanting to figure out the situation with the “Victoria” he had brought with him.

Although the security team seldom appeared in front of Lincoln to avoid disrupting his life, their “defense bubble” was, in fact, extremely tight.

Electronic surveillance was only part of it; there were also three teams of people on shift work, keeping a “human eye” on the situation 24 hours a day without interruption.

After Lincoln had emerged from the house with a “living person,” the security team immediately woke up the personnel who had been on shift in the past 24 hours, asking them to recall if they had noticed anything during their work.

The electronic group’s surveillance and the human eye group’s reports were also pulled out and rechecked.

Henry and Lorin both ran over at the same time—everyone knew that Lincoln was sentimental, so naturally, they decided to play the emotional card.

By the time they were about to reach the hotel, the security team had already efficiently completed the surveillance review and work self-check, confirming that in the past 24 hours, indeed no “person” had gone in.

Therefore, there were only two possibilities left:

Either that woman had been hidden in Lincoln’s home long before—hidden there before he had moved in.

Because the security team’s “bubble” centered on Lincoln, the monitoring and protection intensity of that home were not high enough before he moved in.

Or, that woman was not a “person.”

In other words, she was “created” by Lincoln.

As things developed to this point, they were still just surprised that Lincoln had quietly managed to pull off a big stunt, but just as the ritual in the ceremonial hall ended, they received new intelligence—that two Little Princesses had appeared in the ceremonial hall.

The situation suddenly became scary!

Because it meant that Lincoln now had the ability to “disguise” and even “replace” a living person without making a sound!

It was only because he chose to play a prank on everyone with another princess for fun that everyone discovered it right away.

What if he had replaced someone else?

Had he already secretly disguised someone?

Had he ever created another self?

…

One question after another kept popping up.

And Henry had one more question than Lorin—the ongoing [Digital Life] project, if combined with this [Simulated Humanoid Robot] technology, then…

Just the thought of it made him break out in a cold sweat.

The two could no longer remain calm and hurriedly rushed into the ceremonial hall.

“Is this…

a robot?” Henry asked Lincoln, pointing to one of the Little Princesses.

“You’re pointing at the wrong one, that’s the princess.”

“Ah, so, this one is the robot?” Henry pointed to the other Little Princess.

“That’s not it either.” Lincoln shook his head again.

“Ah?”

“That one is Mavis.”

“???” Henry was stunned.

“Now it’s Mavis who is possessing and controlling it; of course, it’s Mavis!

The body that Mavis is controlling is the robot,” Lincoln explained.

“Hehe.” Mavis immediately laughed.

“Uh…

sorry, sorry, hello Mavis,” Henry greeted Mavis, then looked back at Lincoln, “This…

have you considered selling it?”

“?” Now it was Lincoln’s turn to be bewildered, “Do you know what you’re asking?”

This is my wife!

“Ah?

Oh, sorry, my meaning is: Would you consider selling the technology for Simulated Humanoid Robots?

Let us also do some research on it.”

“Is that necessary?” Lincoln was puzzled, “Don’t tell me that even though I’ve shared brain control technology for so long, you still haven’t come up with remote brain-controlled combat robots.”

As soon as Lincoln’s words came out, members of the security team in the perimeter immediately moved a bit further away.

Even Camille’s teacher, parents, and sister instinctively took a few steps back, the expressions on their faces making it clear they didn’t want to listen.

“We have made some…” Henry replied.

“Not just some, I bet you’ve even developed robot combat clusters and next-generation tactical warfare, haven’t you?” Lincoln continued.

“Um…” Henry glanced at Shuihua, who looked back at him with a curious baby expression, and spoke hesitantly, “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

“In that case…” Lincoln took his words as a confirmation, “Do you really need to research these expensive, high-maintenance Simulated Humanoid Robots with such short lifespans?”

The high complexity of Simulated Humanoid Robots meant they were a luxury toy and could never be mass-produced cheaply and durably like combat robots.

“There are many uses.” Henry casually mentioned a couple of the least sensitive uses that everyone could think of: “Like for covert battle lines and security substitutes.”

“Let’s talk about this another time,” Lincoln shook his head, temporarily concluding the topic.

After all, this was a gift for his girlfriend, and her birthday hadn’t even passed yet.

It wouldn’t be right to give away technology that was even more valuable than the gift itself right in front of everyone, would it?

Regarding the uses Henry mentioned, those were not matters that could be resolved overnight, so there was no need to rush.

Henry didn’t press the issue and quickly changed the subject: “Are you planning to announce the news about the Simulated Humanoid Robots to the public?”

“Hmm, is there a problem?” This time Camille asked.

“Can you not announce it?”

“What’s the difference?

Others could guess it, right?” Lincoln interjected.

“It’s different,” Henry shook his head, “As long as you don’t openly admit it, others can’t be certain, which makes the technology’s lethality and deterrence that much greater.”

Lincoln sighed to himself.

He really just wanted to make a gift to amuse everyone—especially to cheer up the Little Princess—not to think about “lethality.”

“Don’t listen to him; listen to yourself.

However you want to do it, that’s how you should do it,” Lincoln said to Camille.

But the Little Princess nodded and said, “Then let’s not announce it for now.”

Henry and Lorin both breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, it was best to let the Princess stay with Lincoln, better yet to tie them together, ensuring that Lincoln took her wherever he went!

She’s indeed much more sensible than Lincoln…

After coming to an agreement, Henry and Lorin hurriedly left, pulling out their Mobile Phones to respond to various inquiries.

They were going to be busy.

The atmosphere among the remaining people in the ceremonial hall became much more relaxed.

Camille’s parents were extremely easy to talk to and interacted very kindly with Lincoln.

Clearly, the Little Princess’s earlier words were not an empty promise—she had indeed fully swayed her own parents, putting no familial pressure on Lincoln.

Camille’s Old Dad, like any ordinary man, was fascinated by the topic of war and inquired about the “robot combat clusters” and “next-generation tactical warfare” mentioned by Lincoln.

Lincoln wasn’t sure about the specifics, but by putting a few technologies together, he could guess quite a bit, and so the two of them chatted with gusto.

As for the Princess’s mom, her admiration for Lincoln was practically spilling out of her eyes.

Only Sister Zhu Qinglu looked at Lincoln with a somewhat suspicious gaze, seemingly wanting to squeeze some advantage out of him, but with her little sister and parents watching, she found it hard to speak up, expressing her discontent only by pinching her pseudo-sister’s face.

Lincoln noticed this and proactively added her contact information before leaving the ceremonial hall.

The Little Princess mentioned during their casual chats: Her sister had always encouraged her to boldly pursue happiness and had even helped her persuade their parents, providing a lot of support.

So Lincoln was quite willing to collaborate with her and pay some “Protection Fee” or anything of the sort, not shying away from any help he could offer.

He even considered introducing her to a few dependable men later on…