Chapter 40: A Pirate's Wonderful Retirement Life
Kolev never thought that his life could be so easy and carefree.
Oh, yes, now he is called 'Machiru Hatton', a well-known wealthy man in the Kashi Federation. He is thinking about how to invest in some young people with ideals and develop some emerging industries that can make money after retirement.
The first ray of sunlight in the early morning shone through the gap in the curtains onto Kolev's old face, giving his sleep-deprived brain a signal to wake up.
When you open your eyes, you will see a ceiling covered with a starry sky and nautical-themed oil painting.
The two maids in the corner left their charging stations.
They have fair and delicate skin, lively and bright eyes, and limbs that are as dexterous as humans. The only difference is that their knees and elbows are forced by law to be given silver-white alloy knobs to increase the difference between highly realistic robots and humans.
Although this always makes some mechanical control more excited.
Except for the four alloy knobs, everything about them looks like real people. Even when their soft little hands come into contact with the single male owner, they will wait for an opportunity to trigger the shyness program, and then look at the male owner suggestively.
These are the hidden programs of high-end maid robots.
The main purpose of manufacturers setting up such programs is to encourage single men to pay to upgrade them to more advanced fully adaptable companion robots.
And when the male owner starts to upgrade, these companion robots will constantly hint that their breasts can be bigger and softer, and their waists can be thinner and more elastic, emptying the male owner's wallet step by step.
They even have a comparison program, a jealousy program, and an emotional index judgment program, requiring the male masters to constantly upgrade their components, replace them with better positron emission tomography brains, softer and younger skin... and so on.
This is a bottomless pit.
The wise Kolev would not be fooled by them.
Kolev stretched and stood up with his arms open. Two maid robots bustled around, standing up and squatting, helping their master clean his face and change clothes.
Then, Kolev walked on the soft leather carpet, left the bedroom of more than 100 square meters, which was filled with various industrial decorations, and admired the self-portraits that were similar in some ways in the corridor.
The cleaning robot bowed its head in greeting.
The butler robot not far away was already holding the network access terminal in his hand, ready to report on the manor.
Kolev walked to the elevator and went up to the fitness area on the third floor of the villa. He took off his shirt with the help of the maid robot, lay on the microelectronic massage chair, let the magnetic field and electric current activate his muscle fibers, and was sent to the warm swimming pool by the conveyor belt of the massage chair, floating freely with the music, and entered the comprehensive detection device.
When Kolev stretched and sat up, he had already left the semi-solid swimming pool, took the soft coat from the maid, sat on the anti-gravity sofa that could move freely inside the castle, bathed in the warm starlight by the window, and looked at his health report.
“This is life.”
Kolev muttered to himself, lit a cigar and began to puff.
“It’s just a little boring.”
"My respected master," the butler's bass voice with a metallic texture sounded beside him, "there are several young people with excellent ideas waiting for your summons."
"Any news in my mailbox number three?"
"No, Master."
"Oh, well, it seems my daughter still doesn't want to come over," Kolev shrugged and put his legs on the coffee table. "Let them in. They are just guys who want to take money from me. Don't be too polite to them."
"You are such a great philanthropist," the butler said with a smile.
Kolev cursed, "Get lost! I'm an investor! I want to be a black-hearted capitalist!"
"Good master, you are a great black-hearted capitalist!" said the butler passionately.
"That sounds much better."
Kolev snapped his fingers, and the butler immediately possessed him and used his big alloy hand to catch the cigar butt in Kolev's hand.
"How long have I bought you?" asked Kolev.
"We have been working here for seven months."
"Seven months ," Kolev muttered to himself. "It's been eight months since I last saw that bastard. Oh, time flies when you're old."
The housekeeper echoed, "Yes, master, time flies by so fast... The guests have arrived, master."
Kolev nodded, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, placed his palm on the spherical button, and the sofa turned a circle by itself.
Several young men and women stood nervously in the empty room. When they saw Kolev, they greeted him in a somewhat uncoordinated manner.
"Hello, Mr. Hatton."
"Hello," Kolev smiled and raised his eyebrows, looking at the young girl with glasses and cute freckles for a few seconds, and then set his sights on their leader.
He was a tall and thin young man with burning ambition in his eyes.
Kolev looked at the young man a few more times. At first glance, he felt that the young man was somewhat similar to that guy, which made Kolev feel a little more favorable towards him.
"Let's get started . You have five minutes," Kolev said with a smile. "Whether you can get an angel investment of 500,000 Kashi coins from me depends on how eloquent you are."
The young men suddenly became more nervous.
The leader frowned and said, "Dear Mr. Hatton, we are not trying to cheat you out of your money. We have brought you a product that our team has spent three years developing. This is definitely a groundbreaking product that will create a huge wave in the field of companion robots!"
Kolev leisurely picked up the warm tea beside him and began to sip it.
The butler in a neat tuxedo tapped his chest, and a green countdown appeared on his chest.
"Okay! Hurry up!"
The leading young man turned around and urged them, and several people quickly divided the work and took out several instruments from the backpack. After tinkering with them for half a minute, they made a projection screen and opened a graphic display interface.
"Our product philosophy is to identify the niche market for companion robots, understand the market flaws, and work hard to dig deeper and do what other manufacturers have not done! This is the opportunity!
“Based on this, we now solemnly promote to you our products that have completed the third phase of circuit construction and simulation experiments.
"Son robot!"
puff!
Kolev turned his head and spat out a mouthful of hot tea. A maid hurried forward, gently wiped the corners of Kolev's mouth, and winked at him.
"What is that?" Kolev frowned. "Son robot?"
"Yes, sir!"
The young man who was giving the lecture pushed up his glasses and his breathing became a little rapid.
"Today, aging is still a serious problem faced by all countries in the galaxy, and only the Sherman Empire has a compulsory birth law. All other countries are pursuing the public raising of test-tube babies, which undoubtedly brings huge pressure on the whole society to provide for the elderly.
“Who will meet the emotional needs of lonely elderly people?
"The answer is our product - Son Robot!"
Kolev's eyes were a little glazed over.
The young speaker was even more excited, and he wanted to stuff the speech in his mind directly into the angel investor's head.
“Our products have three main features, which are also the three major profit points.
“First, age upgrade.
"In our plan, the robot is divided into five stages: infant, childhood, adolescence, youth and middle-aged. Customers can directly purchase a whole package, and then they can enjoy the product experience of taking care of this robot from the beginning of a baby.
“You can also buy it gradually starting with infancy, but after a few years you must buy the childhood service.
“Of course, our robots cannot grow directly at this stage, but we can develop these five specifications of robots, so reuse is definitely not a problem. In addition, we can only produce infant robots in the first few years, and then children and adolescent robots, and then launch exchange activities for them. Infant robots only need to add a certain amount of money to exchange for children robots, which guarantees our secondary profits !
“Second, the pocket money system.
"We believe that robots are your sons, and we stand together with the products. Our customer service and maintenance personnel can also be your adopted sons..."
"hey-hey!"
Kolev interrupted the other party's speech and frowned, "Can I ask a question?"
"Of course," the young man who was giving the lecture swallowed nervously.
"Do you know about this institution called the Social Welfare Institute?"
"Yes sir, I do."
Kolev was puzzled and asked, "If it is to satisfy the emotions of care and companionship, why don't I adopt a child to take care of?"
The young man said seriously: "That's different, sir. Young people will leave the old people when they grow up."
"So what do you think is the difference between this and them?" Kolev asked, pointing at the maid robot.
"You have not instilled in her a fatherly affection, sir."
“So how can I infuse my fatherly love into your product ?”
"this……"
"Kick him out," Kolev waved his hand in disappointment. "Please study the ethical regulations of various places thoroughly before deciding on the direction you want to develop! This thing cannot be marketed, believe me."
"Mr. Hatton!"
Several strong and fat mechanical guards rushed over, covered the mouths of these young men, and dragged them out of the reception room.
Kolev watched these young men being driven out of his estate, his face speechless: "Young people nowadays can't even cheat an old man out of his money."
"I think their idea is pretty good. I might need a son like that," the robot butler said with a smile, "Master, have you ever been cheated of money?"
"Of course," Kolev sighed, "It was also a young man who, with just a few words, swindled me of assets worth 15 million, and subsequently caused me a loss of nearly 100 million."
"Wow, this is a big liar! You should call the police!"
"Call the police?" Kolev said with a wry smile, "I don't even know where he went."
The robot butler opened his mouth and said, "Master..."
He and the maid robot beside him suddenly lost their luster in their eyes, their heads slowly lowered, and the ring behind their necks began to flicker gently, which was a sign of standby.
Kolev fell into recollection and murmured:
"With just a few words, he destroyed my assets worth over 100 million.
"Even my daughter cried for him when she learned about his accident. He almost won my daughter's heart. Oh, he...what happened to you?"
Kolev looked up at his butler and maid.
He suddenly perked up, reached into the gap behind the sofa, and pulled out a pistol.
In the manor, several guard robots that were rushing back also stopped and lowered their heads. The two gardener robots were in a similar situation, and several patrolling mechanical dogs were on standby at the same time.
The lights in the drawing room flickered softly.
Kolev narrowed his eyes slightly.
Was he hacked?
Is it revenge from those young people?
Oh ha ha ha, then they chose the wrong person!
"Hmmmm~"
A man's humming could be heard in the corridor.
Kolev jumped up nimbly, grabbed the laser pistol and rushed to the door of the reception room. He held his breath, his Adam's apple shaking up and down, calculating the distance between himself and the hummer.
Just count to yourself, as Henton taught.
Three, two...one!
Kolev jumped out like an old cheetah, opened the safety of the laser gun in his hand, and yelled to the left: "Don't move! Haha! Catch... Ugh."
Empty.
Click.
A cold metal tube was pressed against Kolev's neck.
"Oh! Don't shoot! Oh!"
Kolev immediately raised his hands high and said, "I swear, I was a little rude just now. I shouldn't have rejected your idea. It's always good for young people to have ideals. I can invest in you."
The person behind him laughed and said, "Invest in that son robot?"
This voice?
Kolev was stunned for a moment, and then his whole body trembled slightly.
This familiar, damn, young man's voice!
Hamton!
