"Hey, I can't afford to play technology without money, just like I can't cultivate that level without resources." Pang Xiaonan sighed and took a sip of tea. "I developed a smart glasses, which cost me millions."

Pang Xiaonan roughly explained the plan of force-worthy glasses to Uncle Tao.

"Good thing." Uncle Tao gave Pang Xiaonan a thumbs up, "Since our ideas are consistent, why don't we join forces to develop smart devices together."

"Okay, but I tell you that the Morgan Consortium has also studied something, which is similar to your robot. It's still money and easy to do things." Pang Xiaonan exchanged Bridge Morgan's armor with Uncle Tao in detail.

Uncle Tao sighed, "Then his philosophy is more advanced, and the strength of the large consortium is stronger."

"Don't bother him or not, we have our own way of doing it. Three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. When our research results are combined, they will definitely not be worse than his." Pang Xiaonan encouraged Uncle Tao and also encouraged himself. No matter how powerful the armor was, it saved his life several times. In the end, wouldn't it be buried in New Bloss?

"Then, is it decided to cooperate in the development of intelligent robots?" Uncle Tao was afraid that Pang Xiaonan would regret it. After all, his life was still in Pang Xiaonan's hands.

"That's all."

Before we knew it, the two of them had a meal time. Uncle Tao stood up and said, "I have prepared some simple meals, why don't we have a meal first and then continue to discuss the details."

"Okay." Pang Xiaonan also stood up and pointed at the beauty playing the guqin. "You are so happy that you have a few artists at home."

"This is not the artist I raise. They are all teachers. That is the teacher who teaches guqin, this is the teacher who teaches tea art. They are fine during the day. I think it's your first time to visit a humble house, so I asked them to come and help you liven up."

Uncle Tao didn't tell any lies, and the two beauties are indeed very skilled art teachers.

"You are a humble house, so what we live in is a thatched hut..." Pang Xiaonan and Uncle Tao walked out of the tea room with family conversation.

Uncle Tao’s so-called simple rice is really simple rice, a few plates of green vegetables, a bowl of fish soup, and a plate of Kung Pao chicken. Apart from that, there is no trick.

"I don't know if you're used to eating. Usually I eat two or three dishes by myself. Today you are here, I told me to add a few more side dishes in the kitchen." Uncle Tao did not be polite to Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan nodded and said, "You are a health meal."

"The so-called "you don't want to eat" if you have enough energy. We practitioners can already stand between the heaven and earth by sucking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. These grains are just for supplements. So I don't have high requirements for eating. Moreover, digesting food requires consuming true qi, so it's better to eat less. You are also a practitioner of Taoism, and I believe you can agree with my point of view."

Uncle Tao picked up a vegetable heart and put it in his mouth to chew it.

All the dishes looked like they didn't look any oil or water, and they seemed to be authentic.

"Yes, it's better to eat it simply." Pang Xiaonan had no requirements for what to eat. He drank a bowl of fish soup first. The soup was very delicious, and it seemed that the fish was very fresh.

"Where did this fish come from? It was not bought in the vegetable market, right?" Pang Xiaonan had made fish at his own home and had never made this taste.

"This fish was fished from the river. When my chef was fine, I asked him to fish and catch crabs. The ingredients here are basically wild and the vegetables are grown by ourselves." Uncle Tao also scooped a bowl of fish soup and whisked it in small mouths with a spoon.

"You are picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and you're leisurely seeing the pastoral life in the southern mountains." Pang Xiaonan poured all the soup in the bowl into his mouth enviously.

"At my age, I only yearn for this kind of life." Uncle Tao picked up another handful of cabbage into the bowl.

"You are old?" Pang Xiaonan was very curious about what age was Uncle Tao with a long hair and a young face.

"It's 86." Uncle Tao said a number unrestrainedly.

"What?" Pang Xiaonan was a little disbelief, "It's really good to maintain it. People believe in your condition in more than 50 years, except that your hair and beard are a little white."

"We practitioners all look young, and even more, immortality is our ultimate pursuit, but this kind of thing can only be done with the flow."

Uncle Tao understood one truth: planning is based on people's success, and heaven's destiny cannot be violated. If he knows the destiny of heaven at fifty years, he has long regarded life and death indifferently.

"Hey, do you have no family? Why don't you eat with us?" Pang Xiaonan finally asked this question that had troubled him for a long time. He didn't believe that Uncle Tao lived alone and had no children and grandchildren to accompany him.

"When I was young, I was old, and suddenly I realized that all concerns were burdens. People like me, such thoughts, don't harm others, so I have never gotten married." Uncle Tao was very calm and drank the soup on his own.

The two of them quickly finished the simple meal and continued to return to the tea room to discuss the great achievements. However, both art teachers left, Uncle Tao could only make tea himself, and then shouted: "Student Nana, play some soothing song."

"Okay, master!" A magnetic female voice came from some corner.

"Oh, smart speakers, right?" Pang Xiaonan admires Uncle Tao's trendy god. He is over 80 years old and knows how to play with smart speakers. In fact, this is not surprising at all. After all, Uncle Tao is an old man who studies smart robots.

An elegant guzheng song floated out from all around. Although Uncle Tao’s technique of making tea is not as elegant as that of Tea Art Teacher, it is very practical. Not long after, he served tea in front of Pang Xiaonan.

"Let's continue to talk about the previous issue. You have no children and many things are difficult to deal with. Are you doing everything yourself?" Pang Xiaonan picked up the teacup and looked at Uncle Tao in confusion.

"I have an adopted daughter." Uncle Tao smiled with relief, "That was the daughter of a younger brother in the past. He died while doing things for me, leaving behind this daughter who was less than one year old at that time. So I kept staying with me and treating her like my own daughter. After growing up, she helped me handle some gang affairs, which was considered very effective."

"This time you brought someone to hit me in the Nanhai Gang, why didn't you see her?" Pang Xiaonan suddenly remembered someone, "Isn't the one named Zhuque who was hit by me with a punch?"

Uncle Tao shook his head and said, "Although my daughter is talented, she still cannot reach the level of martial arts like Zhuque. Moreover, her main task is not to fight and kill, but to coordinate various things. There is no need to practice to such a high level."

"Since that's the case, then I suggest that the intelligent robot company we have established in cooperation will be managed by her." Pang Xiaonan was worried that there was no suitable candidate.

"Don't worry, my daughter manages your company?" Uncle Tao was a little surprised, and the teacup suddenly fell in the air. Although Pang Xiaonan had a big heart, it was a bit unexpected to use the enemy's daughter to manage his own company.

"What are yours and mine? We are a family now." Pang Xiaonan didn't think much about it and put the tea cup on the tea table.
Chapter completed!