It was so heavy that Zhao Qiang could only hold the black box for a short while before he was exhausted and had to put it down. He had never tried an object of the same volume that was so heavy; even a whole ingot of gold wouldn't feel this heavy.
"Hurry up and dismantle them, let's finish work early and go home to eat dumplings." Several workers came over carrying hammers and crowbars. Their target was a pile of scrapped refrigerators. They needed to remove the compressors and copper pipes from these refrigerators, and sell the remaining sheet metal as scrap.
"Hey, what's that kid holding?" a worker asked in surprise, pointing to the black box Zhao Qiang had just put down. It looked a bit like an old-fashioned three-disc VCD player, but it didn't have a disc tray or play button. If it was an amplifier, it didn't have the familiar input/output interfaces.
A worker smashed it down with a hammer: "Who cares? Let's just break it open and see what's inside. It's just a pile of junk anyway." Although Zhao Qiang was curious, he couldn't stop them from taking it since it was someone else's stuff. Besides, he was also curious to see what was inside the strange black box, so he squatted down to watch the excitement.
Clang! The hammer bounced off, but the black box was completely undamaged! What hard metal! Even high-quality steel couldn't do this, Zhao Qiang thought to himself in amazement. The workers' curiosity was piqued, so they stopped doing their work and started fiddling with the box, hammering and wielding it.
As expected, many hands make light work. After dozens of hammer blows, the black box finally shattered. It was amazing that the thin metal shell could withstand so many blows. A crowbar was inserted into the crack, two people stepped on the black box, and two people pressed down on the crowbar. With a crack, the black box shattered completely. However, what was inside greatly disappointed the workers who had been busy for half a day. It was just a simple circuit board!
The circuit board gleamed with a dark, eerie light, sending a chill down Zhao Qiang's spine even under the bright midday sun. He involuntarily shrank back. The circuit board had few components; even the most common fuses were absent. Instead, it was filled with rows of integrated circuits, none bearing any brand or model number—likely a counterfeit. Surrounding these circuits in the center was a golden chip that looked somewhat similar to the CPUs Zhao Qiang had handled in the past few days.
"Damn it, all that work for nothing! What kind of junk is this? We didn't even see a decent piece of copper." A worker wiped the sweat from his brow. They often tinkered with these old appliances, and they weren't so stupid as to mistake a golden chip for gold. At most, it was just a small part with some brass on it, not worth much. Come to think of it, if it were valuable, would the boss have thrown it into a pile of scrap?
Bang! Another worker angrily slammed down a hammer, shattering dozens of integrated circuits on the circuit board. Zhao Qiang felt a pang of heartache. He couldn't explain why he was so distressed, but he felt it was a real shame to destroy them so carelessly.
Disappointed, the workers dispersed. They had other work to do, and what had happened today was just a minor incident that they might not even remember in the future.
Zhao Qiang curiously approached and carefully pulled on the golden chip. It actually moved. With a little force, he removed it from the circuit board and carefully compared it. He found that the number of pins was the same as that of the early 478-pin CPU. Zhao Qiang had an idea. After looking around to make sure no one was watching, he hid the CPU in his pocket and then struggled to lift the damaged black box to the shopkeeper to pay.
Having wandered around for so long, he couldn't leave empty-handed. It looked like there were still dozens of chips left on this circuit board; maybe he could use them when he learned computer repair someday. Besides, this was the first time Zhao Qiang had ever seen such sturdy metal; perhaps keeping it would be useful.
"Twenty yuan, take it!" The boss waved his hand generously. In fact, this black box was just taken from a pile of scrap and cost less than a yuan. However, it was quite heavy, so if he sold it by weight, he would lose money even if he sold it for twenty yuan.
Zhao Qiang frowned. Luckily, he had hidden the CPU first, otherwise the shopkeeper would probably have asked for thirty. "Boss, can you make it cheaper? You know I'm a poor student."
The shop owner didn't mind and casually added, "Eighteen, pay up if you want it."
Zhao Qiang stopped arguing, paid the bill, and carried the heavy black box back to work. He figured he could just grab a steamed bun on the way to lunch, otherwise Wang Yidong would definitely dock his pay if he was late.
Sure enough, Wang Yidong appeared at the company as soon as the afternoon work hours started. Although Zhang Chunjiang was late again, he saw that Ma Xiaohua and Zhao Qiang were there, so he circled around and disappeared again.
Although Zhao Qiang had managed to get his hands on a chip that resembled a CPU, he didn't dare to openly assemble a computer at the company that afternoon. If Wang Yidong caught him doing something on his own, he'd probably have to return the ten yuan bonus he'd received that morning in double the amount. He couldn't assemble the computer immediately, but he could do some preparatory work, such as borrowing a system installation disc and preparing a USB optical drive.
Throughout the afternoon and into the evening, Zhao Qiang felt a cool sensation in his chest. He touched it and found it was due to the strange golden chip. Although it was kept close to his body and its temperature was affected by his body heat, it never warmed up, as if he were carrying a block of ice that would never melt. Fortunately, it was late summer and the weather was still quite hot, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to stand it.
Zhao Qiang's night shift is from 6 pm to 9 pm. When he got back to his dormitory at Donghai University, it was almost 10 pm. However, there was no one in the dormitory. Everyone was out at the internet cafe playing games. As for electricity, there is no time limit on Saturdays and Sundays.
Zhao Qiang thought to himself that it would be a good time to settle down and DIY his laptop. He brought back all the materials, and also grabbed the company's screwdriver and pliers. Of course, he would have to return them first thing tomorrow morning, otherwise Wang Yidong would be furious when he found out.
Zhao Qiang first took out a junk laptop from his bag and placed it on the table to disassemble. Without disassembling it, he couldn't install the CPU. Tightening the screws wasn't a technical task, and he finished it in less than five minutes. However, he couldn't remove the back cover no matter what he tried. Zhao Qiang was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat and almost smashed it with the pliers. Assembling a computer was indeed a technical job.
Zhao Qiang rushed to the bathroom to wash his hair and calm himself down before taking the first step in his DIY project. He couldn't be hasty; there must be some screw that hadn't been removed. Back at the bathroom, Zhao Qiang first used a flashlight to look through the gaps. He realized that he needed to remove the keyboard first before he could find the screw that was causing the problem.
Half an hour later, it was finally done. The ripped-out laptop, missing its CPU, was placed on the table. Zhao Qiang took out the golden chip he had removed from the black box from his pocket, measured it, and found that the pins fit perfectly! He then inserted it and tightened it. The golden chip seemed to flash with light. Zhao Qiang rubbed his eyes; he must have been seeing things.
Reaching this point, Zhao Qiang realized he didn't have a CPU cooling fan. Scratching the back of his head, Zhao Qiang decided to skip this step. He didn't even know if the computer would turn on yet. Besides, the chip was incredibly cold; it hadn't even gotten warm after he'd been holding it close to his body all afternoon. And it didn't even have a cooling fan in the original black box. He'd just try it out first.
Zhao Qiang screwed the removed screws back on. Installing the keyboard took him quite a bit of effort. By the time he connected the memory that Ma Xiaohua had given him and the hard drive that Zhang Chunjiang had "given" him, it was almost midnight. He opened the brand-new laptop power adapter box, which Ma Xiaohua had secretly lent him from the company after get off work. If he couldn't DIY it successfully, he would just return it the next morning. You know, a laptop power adapter costs at least a hundred yuan, and Zhao Qiang was not willing to spend that money if he wasn't sure he could succeed.
"Amitabha, God help me." Zhao Qiang clasped his hands together in prayer, then plugged in the power and pressed the power button. The laptop on the table, which was even more dilapidated than broken junk, made a buzzing sound, then the screen flickered a few times, and a crackling sound came from under the keyboard, which then turned into a clattering sound. Then the screen lit up, but the text on it was blurry. This made Zhao Qiang's heart, which had just begun to rise with hope, sink again. Oh no, could there be a problem with the screen? That basically meant that the laptop was doomed. He didn't have the money to replace the screen, and besides, it wasn't worth it.
However, the text on the screen gradually became clearer. Perhaps because it hadn't been turned on for a long time, it probably needed to warm up. Zhao Qiang was relieved, but he couldn't understand the letters displayed on it. They seemed a bit different from English.
Never mind, let's try to install the system first. When I borrowed the installation disk, Zhang Chunjiang said it was a Ghost foolproof disk. Just insert it into the CD drive and press the Enter key. Then sit down, smoke a cigarette and have a cup of tea. It will definitely be done in half an hour. Even the drivers are not needed. It is really the first choice for a novice like him to install a computer.
Zhao Qiang turned off the laptop and carefully opened the IBM USB DVD-ROM packaging. It was brand new, and any damage would cause trouble for Ma Xiaohua. After all, he had lent it out without Wang Yidong's knowledge, and Zhao Qiang couldn't let her suffer.
Following Ma Xiaohua's advice that if the cable is reversed, there's nowhere to plug it in, Zhao Qiang successfully connected the USB optical drive to the laptop, then turned it on again. He casually opened the borrowed CD case, took out a CD marked 'system disk' with an oil-based pen, and inserted it into the optical drive bay.
Poor Zhao, a complete novice, didn't even know that the disk he installed was a Windows 7 disk. The minimum configuration requires a hard drive with 16GB of space, but he installed an old 6GB hard drive on his laptop. Can such a small shoe fit a big foot?
The broken laptop started up again, and the screen clarity had returned to normal. It seemed that the blurriness was caused by not using it for a long time, but Zhao Qiang still couldn't recognize the words on it. To be honest, he was fairly good at English, but it was obvious that the words on it weren't in English at all! What country imported this laptop from?
Beep! The screen suddenly switched to Chinese, indicating that the computer was booting from the USB optical drive. Zhao Qiang was secretly delighted; everything was going smoothly! He triumphantly pressed the Enter key, which was wobbling wildly and almost falling off. Less than five seconds later, the laptop on the table emitted a screeching sound like a knife scraping glass, and the USB optical drive began to hum frantically, its read indicator light flashing incessantly!
Zhao Qiang was dumbfounded. He had never heard of installing a system like this before. It was like fighting for his life. What was going on?
Volume 1 [003] A Ghost!
It wasn't that Zhao Qiang was naive; it was just that the sound emanating from the computer was so piercing that he had to cover his ears to bear it. If the sound were a few decibels louder, he would have had to flee in panic. Furthermore, the small USB optical drive was buzzing loudly, making the table seem to shake. The disc reading indicator light on it was flashing like a carousel, which made people dizzy just looking at it.
Zhao Qiang wanted to call Zhang Chunjiang to ask, but then he remembered that he didn't have a cell phone and there were no other students in the dormitory. He could only watch helplessly as the rickety laptop he had just cobbled together frantically ran, and no one knew what data it was copying. Zhao Qiang had no idea if this was a necessary procedure for installing the system, and he had absolutely no idea what to do.
*Snap*, the monitor went out, and Zhao Qiang could no longer hear the ear-piercing sound of glass scraping. The optical drive seemed to have calmed down as well, but unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. About ten seconds later, the laptop restarted. This time, the USB optical drive boot screen didn't appear; it was still copying data non-stop. Even if there was a DVD in the optical drive, it should have finished copying by now.
*Snap*, the monitor went out again, and Zhao Qiang's heart sank once more. But a few seconds later, it restarted again, then copied a large amount of data with a screeching sound, making Zhao Qiang's heart clench again. This repeated four times, and Zhao Qiang was on the verge of collapse. His hand was already reaching for the power outlet, ready to cut off the power and end it all. Suddenly, everything froze, and several Chinese characters appeared on the screen: "Language version found: Chinese. Character system switching in progress."
"Damn it!" Zhao Qiang cursed. Was the system still installing? That scoundrel Zhang Chunjiang hadn't installed a single system since taking on his apprentice. Zhao Qiang, who wasn't even a complete novice, had no idea what was going on, or what was normal and what wasn't. If his roommate were here, there might be some room for discussion, but poor Zhao Qiang had only known how to work to support himself for the past three years, while also ensuring he didn't fail any of his courses. He had no time to study extracurricular subjects. If he hadn't found a part-time job at a computer company, he probably wouldn't even be able to perform basic computer operations after graduation!
"Old operating system Win7 detected, installing..." After cursing, Zhao Qiang saw a new prompt on the screen. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to relax. It must be the installation program starting. This damn installation program can really scare people who don't know anything about it.
"The old operating system is incompatible with the existing hardware; hardware upgrades are underway..."
Zhao Qiang nearly fainted when he saw this notification. He'd read some computer magazine articles these past few days, but he'd never heard of a computer automatically modifying its hardware. Modifying hardware with software—Win7 was incredible! No wonder it's Microsoft's latest operating system, amazing! Salute to Microsoft!
Just as Zhao Qiang's sense of awe arose, the dormitory lights flickered twice, and another message appeared on the screen: "...Insufficient energy, hardware modification failed, software modification in progress...Software modification successful, operating system installed..."
Swish, swish, swish. Unlike the laptop's frantic clicking and the optical drive's frantic reading earlier, this time the noise was much gentler, and the file copying was completed quickly. The laptop restarted again, the optical drive ejected automatically, and the system booted from the hard drive. "...Operating platform installation successful, core system first boot..."
Zhao Qiang was confused. It was clearly said that the operating platform, or operating system, was successfully installed, so what exactly was this core system? It seemed that he had a lot to learn. No wonder Zhang Chunjiang dared to be so arrogant in front of Wang Yidong; he was an engineer and understood technology. These days, technology is what truly represents strength.
"Core system completes first boot, computer restarting to integrate with operating platform..." The computer screen flashed again. Zhao Qiang had lost count of how many times it had restarted. He glanced at the time on his wristwatch; it was just past midnight. Building this computer was no easy feat, but no matter what, he succeeded. Now he would have a computer, and a laptop at that! Zhao Qiang secretly cheered.
The laptop's distorted speakers emitted the system boot music, and the screen displayed another message: "Main core successfully booted for the second time, unfamiliar environment detected, searching for external information... Information collection complete, upgrading... Upgrade complete, restarting..."
Zhao Qiang's head started spinning again. How many times would this restart? Was this some kind of endless hassle? Was this how pirated systems were supposed to be? Zhang Chunjiang wasn't exactly being fair, lending him a pirated disc? It just said it was going to upgrade—good heavens, could a pirated system even upgrade? What if his computer got locked? Zhao Qiang panicked at this thought; he hadn't even considered whether his laptop was connected to the internet! That was typical of a newbie.
The system had been restarting for over ten seconds, but Zhao Qiang still hadn't seen the desktop. His heart sank. It was over; the computer was locked, just as he suspected. It seemed his system installation earlier was a complete waste. Why hadn't he stopped it when he discovered it was upgrading? Zhao Qiang was quite annoyed. If he were to reinstall the system, he'd probably be working on it until the wee hours of the morning. His eyes were too tired to keep open, and he had no energy to continue. So he decided to shut down the computer and deal with it tomorrow.
"……%$^*@#$%^……" Zhao Qiang suddenly heard a strange sound. It was especially chilling to hear in the middle of the night. He carefully discerned the direction, then leaned forward quietly. He finally discovered that the sound came from the laptop whose screen was black. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the screen was not completely empty, but rather dark and seemed to be shrouded in smoke. The color was just too faint to be mistaken for a black screen.
"...Who am I...Who am I..." Zhao Qiang finally understood a sentence. The long tone from the laptop speakers seemed very confused. Zhao Qiang suddenly thought of the midnight horror movie that his roommate had played on the computer a few days ago. His head buzzed. Damn it, this pirated system has actually produced a ghost!
Just then, the screen suddenly lit up. Zhao Qiang, who was pressing his ear against the screen, was startled by the sudden flash of light. He glanced at the screen and saw a terrifying white face! Zhao Qiang screamed in terror, slammed open the door, and ran out of the dormitory!
"A ghost!" At midnight, a time of quiet, Zhao Qiang's shout startled at least a hundred people from their slumber. Dozens of people from his floor alone rushed out of their dorm rooms, all disheveled. "Where's the ghost? If it's a female ghost, she'll beat us to a pulp!"
The fat guy from the next dorm grabbed Zhao Qiang and said, "Are you sleepwalking? I was just having sex with Luo Xiaowei, and she ruined all my good time."
Who is Luo Xiaowei? She is a third-year student majoring in Business English in the Department of Foreign Languages at Tunghai University. Although she is not the kind of person who can make a city fall in love at first sight, she is definitely a beauty in the department. Moreover, she is gentle and virtuous, and is the ideal girlfriend that every man admires.
Zhao Qiang, with his frail physique, dared not mess with the fat guy next door. That kid was a force to be reckoned with at school. "Cough cough," Zhao Qiang was being pulled by the collar and was almost suffocating. He pointed frantically into the room, and the fat guy loosened his grip. Only then could Zhao Qiang speak, "...There...there's a ghost!"
The corridor was crowded, and the fat man, being bold, naturally didn't believe Zhao Qiang's words. He shoved Zhao Qiang aside and led the way into the dormitory. Zhao Qiang followed timidly behind, but the fat man pulled him over, asking, "Where's the ghost?"
Zhao Qiang pointed to the computer on the table: "It's in there."
"Holy crap!" Everyone gasped in disbelief. "You've been watching too much movies, haven't you?" they muttered, turning and leaving the dorm. A ghost on the computer? What else could it be but a horror movie? Bang! The dorm door slammed shut. Zhao Qiang grabbed a mop from behind the door and cautiously approached. Fatty had clearly glanced at the screen; if there really was a female ghost's face, he shouldn't have had no reaction.
Finally, Zhao Qiang could see the screen clearly again. It was a pale blue blank, without even a single icon, except for a hazy patch in the center. Had he just imagined it? Zhao Qiang leaned closer to examine it more closely, and suddenly that hazy patch began to move. If one didn't look closely, at certain moments the foggy image would form a terrifying ghost face. It was just a visual illusion!
Zhao Qiang let out a long breath and dropped the mop to the ground with a clatter. "That scared the hell out of me! I should have smashed this damn computer! Otherwise, I would have suffered a heart attack and had to pay a huge fine."
"No!" Zhao Qiang suddenly heard a child's urgent voice coming from the computer speakers. This shout startled Zhao Qiang again. He bent down to pick up the mop on the ground, raised it to smash the computer. This computer is no good. Is there something wrong with it? Could it be that it has become sentient because it is too old?
"Meow...no...please..." The images on the screen flickered wildly, and finally the smoke condensed into a shape, looking like a lump of fermenting dough, which was kneaded and changed shape constantly, sometimes like a dog, sometimes like a rabbit, and finally turned into an adorable white cat! It lay in a corner of the screen, its front paws holding its head, its watery eyes secretly staring at Zhao Qiang, its pitiful and obedient appearance making people feel sorry for it.
Volume 1 [004] Xiao Wei
Zhao Qiang slowly put down the mop in his hand. Since it wasn't a ghost, there was no need to smash the computer. After all, it cost him several tens of yuan, and he had installed the system with great fear. He should at least find out something before making any further moves.
Zhao Qiang pointed at the little white cat and asked hesitantly, "You just said no? Are you sure you can speak human language?" If this cat hadn't appeared on the computer, Zhao Qiang would have definitely smashed it with a mop. There shouldn't be cats that can speak human language in the real world.
The little white cat opened its mouth, and a human voice came from the computer speakers: "Master, please don't destroy my home. I don't want to be homeless anymore. Can you bear to watch me drift and wander in the river of time, not knowing where the end is, in endless silence..."
Why does this sound so sad and melancholic? "Your home?" Zhao Qiang hesitated. His mind was in turmoil. He'd only installed a pirated copy of Windows 7. Even if he'd upgraded to Windows 8 or Windows 9, when did he install the pet software? Was it a forced plugin added by the pirates? Damn it, luckily he didn't have any important accounts like online banking, otherwise they might have tricked him.
"Yes, this will be my home from now on. Although it looks dilapidated now, I'm confident that I can renovate it and make it the safest and warmest home in the world, given time!" The kitten became more and more excited as it spoke, and it had already gotten up from the ground. The confusion in its eyes began to turn into determination.
Zhao Qiang sat back down at his computer. The adorable cat didn't bother him at all; in fact, he found it quite amusing. Perhaps it was because he had been lonely for too long. "Alright, I didn't spend much money on it anyway. If you want to treat it as your home, then go ahead. But can I ask what your name is?"
The kitten's excited expression suddenly dimmed again. "Who am I? How did I get here?"
Zhao Qiang rolled his eyes: "I'm asking you that question, aren't I?"
The kitten's eyes were filled with confusion again. "I don't know, I don't know anything. What am I? How did I get here? Where is this? And what are you? I've lost so many things. I shouldn't be like this. Can anyone help me?"
Zhao Qiang was confused by this series of questions and casually said, "So you're a clueless cat. You were quite energetic when you were stealing my laptop."
"Master, I'm not a confused cat!" Clearly, the kitten didn't want to accept the name Zhao Qiang had given it, and it tried to argue with a resentful look on its face.
Zhao Qiang said, "You don't even know what you are, so aren't you confused?"
The kitten whispered its defense, "I just can't remember, please allow me to think about it..." After saying that, the cute kitten on the screen fell into deep thought, and its expression was awe-inspiring.
Across from Zhao Qiang's dormitory building was the girls' dormitory building, separated by a wide cement road. In the middle of the night, some boy suddenly went crazy, wearing only his underwear, grabbing a guitar, and rushing downstairs. He started playing and singing to the building: "Xiao Wei, do you know how much I love you? I want to take you flying to the sky!"
"I'll let you fly! Go to hell!" Suddenly, the curtains of a window were pulled open, and a basin of water was poured over the boy's head. He couldn't dodge in time and was drenched. But it was summer, and this little bit of water couldn't extinguish the raging fire in his heart. He tossed his wet hair and continued shouting upstairs, "Luo Xiaowei, I love you! Luo Xiaowei, I love you!"
More curtains were drawn back, and books hundreds of pages thick were thrown down. "I'll beat you to death, you pervert!"
This time, the guy with the guitar in his underwear couldn't take it anymore and fled in panic, clutching his guitar. In room 404 of the girls' dormitory, a chubby girl knocked on the headboard of the lower bunk: "Xiao Wei, who is that idiot? Why isn't he sleeping in the middle of the night? Is he sleepwalking?"
A pretty face, still half-asleep, peeked out from under the mosquito net, her cleavage barely visible. She rubbed her forehead and said, "How should I know? Go back to sleep, we have early morning study tomorrow." With that, the cleavage disappeared, and the dormitory returned to silence.
In room 404 of the boys' dormitory, Zhao Qiang didn't have time to waste on a cat. Tomorrow, he planned to skip class and go work at the Home Inn computer company. Firstly, he wanted to ask Zhang Chunjiang about installing operating systems using a USB optical drive. Secondly, Wang Yidong had promised that Zhao Qiang would get thirty yuan a day if he worked overtime on weekdays. Monday's classes weren't important; the professors, seeing that these students were all seniors, were too lazy to take attendance, so Zhao Qiang couldn't possibly give up the thirty yuan extra income.
Reaching for the power button, Zhao Qiang noticed there was no 'Start' icon on the desktop—in fact, there wasn't one at all—so he decided to shut it down. But the moment his finger touched the power button, Zhao Qiang cried out and quickly pulled his finger back; the laptop's casing was scorching hot! At that moment, he listened closely and heard a faint, piercing sound from the hard drive inside—the computer was running at high speed!
Zhao Qiang had no choice but to get up and unplug the power cord. He knew perfectly well that this laptop didn't have a cooling fan, and if it burned out, all his hard work from the previous night would be wasted. Although the system hadn't installed successfully and had only resulted in a pet cat, he could still reinstall it after consulting Zhang Chunjiang. But if it burned out, there would be absolutely no hope.
"Meow, Master, don't unplug the power, I'm scared..." The little white cat on the screen can observe what's happening in its field of vision through the laptop's built-in camera, and can also communicate smoothly with the outside world through the microphone and built-in speakers.
Zhao Qiang heard the sound of the hard drive spinning at high speed had stopped. He gently touched the laptop casing, which was no longer as hot as before. He said, "It doesn't matter what your name is or where you're from. You're just software anyway. But I'm a living, breathing person. I need to sleep. I still have to work hard to make a living tomorrow."
The kitten nodded: "Master, you're right. What I was before doesn't matter. I won't think about it anymore. You've activated the main program and given me a second life, so please give me a name."
This kitten had already won over Zhao Qiang with its adorable appearance, making his lonely and dull life seem to have gained some color. The guitarist outside the window had already fled in panic, but his shouts reached Zhao Qiang's ears. He chuckled, "Then you can call it Xiao Wei." Originally, calling it Xiao Bai might have been more suitable, but what man doesn't have a bit of lust? Even someone like Zhao Qiang, who had never had the slightest desire for Luo Xiao Wei, had a dark side.
"Meow, thank you, Master. I promise I won't think about that question again. Could you please not turn off the computer? I'm afraid of the darkness after it's turned off. At least don't turn it off tonight. I'm scared..."
Perhaps out of a sense of shared misfortune, Zhao Qiang felt sorry for the cat, whose situation was similar to his own, with no means of livelihood and living hand to mouth. He also admired the genius who designed this pet program. Since it wouldn't consume much electricity in one night, he didn't force it, but simply turned off the light and went to bed to sleep.
Zhao Qiang didn't think much about what happened tonight. At most, he excitedly announced to others in his dream, "I can build a computer now, and it's a laptop! I'm a computer enthusiast now!"