DreamersGN Chapter 38: Quantum Network Covers the Entire Village; Elderly People Wear VR Glasses and Dance in t
Chapter 38: Quantum Network Covers the Entire Village; Elderly People Wear VR Glasses and Dance in t
Lin Xian looked at Wang Fugui's worried face and threw the half-eaten mutated peach into the automatic trash can.
He grabbed a wet wipe to clean his hands and casually tapped the holographic control panel in mid-air.
It's true that old people can easily get sick from having too much free time; sitting under the big tree at the village entrance all day gossiping isn't a good thing.
Xia Anran walked over with a plate of freshly cut fruit and offered a piece of cool watermelon to Lin Xian's mouth.
Her clear almond-shaped eyes shone brightly as she softly echoed the village chief's words.
"Brother Xian, why don't you help the aunties out? My mom was complaining last night about not being able to dance with her friends."
Su Qinghan leaned back on the sofa, her long legs crossed, flipping through financial statements on her tablet.
"It won't cost much to lay a few gigabit fiber optic lines in the village. I can arrange for an engineering team to go into the mountains immediately."
Tang Wu poked her messy head out of the underground laboratory, holding a wrench in her hand.
"Laying fiber optic cables is too outdated. Just use my satellite signal receiving tower, and I guarantee the whole village will enjoy zero-latency internet."
Lin Xian took a bite of the watermelon that Xia Anran fed him, swallowed the sweet juice down his throat, and comfortably squinted his eyes.
"Why bother with fiber optic cables and towers? Those things are slow, take up a lot of space, and are easily struck by lightning."
He turned to look at Ye Xiu, who was squatting at the entrance of the server room eating instant noodles, and snapped his fingers crisply.
"Ye Xiu, go and turn up the power of the quantum network base station in our manor's main tower to the maximum."
"And by the way, expand the coverage area so that the older women don't miss the beat while dancing."
Upon hearing the command, Ye Xiu didn't even bother to drink the soup from his instant noodles. He wiped his mouth and rushed into the computer room.
Less than ten seconds later, the quantum satellite receiver at the top of the manor, emitting a faint blue light, emitted a low hum.
The invisible quantum network fluctuations spread outward like a tsunami, instantly covering the entire Qingshui County.
The elderly folks who were originally searching for a signal at the village entrance suddenly found their phone screens displaying a mysterious full signal.
Not only did it reach full strength, but the speed test software's pointers went off the charts, soaring to a terrifying level that ordinary people couldn't comprehend.
Lin Xian casually browsed through the system store, his gaze landing on a lightweight neural network VR headset.
This thing is incredibly cheap; you can redeem a whole box of it for just a few hundred points in the system shop.
It not only has its own independent power supply, but it can also automatically adapt to the wearer's brainwave frequency, so it will never cause dizziness.
"System, exchange 1,000 lightweight VR glasses for me and airdrop them directly to the village committee compound."
The moment the command was given, hundreds of stealthy nanodrones, each carrying an exquisite silver briefcase, silently flew out of the manor.
Wang Fugui was so frightened by the sight of the drone formation in the sky, which looked like a swarm of wasps leaving their nest, that he dropped his pipe on the ground.
"Hey kid, are you launching a missile at the village?"
Lin Xian yawned and lay back down on the zero-gravity waterbed.
"Why launch missiles? Those are just square dancing gadgets for the aunties. You hurry down the mountain and organize people to distribute them."
Wang Fugui nodded repeatedly, like an old eunuch who had received an imperial edict, picked up his pipe and ran down the mountain along the light-guided steps.
Meanwhile, in several underground hacker alliance bases overseas, alarm lights on screens were flashing wildly.
A group of foreign hackers with dark circles under their eyes stared intently at the data monitor, a greedy smirk playing on their lips.
"Boss, that mysterious manor in China has actually lifted its network barrier; the signal is overflowing!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we just follow this overflowing signal and sneak in, we can steal those groundbreaking technological blueprints."
These overseas hackers usually make a fortune by extorting large corporations, and have long since developed an arrogant and disdainful personality.
They were operating state-of-the-art hacking software, watching the data progress bar advance little by little, and some had already started popping champagne to celebrate.
"If you could get the gravity parameters of that floating mountain, buyers on the black market would be willing to pay ten billion US dollars to acquire it!"
"When the time comes, each of us brothers will buy a luxury yacht and throw parties on the Caribbean Sea every day."
Dozens of top international hackers were eager to get started and immediately mobilized the millions of botnets they controlled.
The massive data stream, like a swarm of flies drawn to blood, quietly seeped into the edges of the quantum network.
They thought they had done the perfect job, and were even fantasizing about the extravagant and carefree life they would lead after selling the blueprints.
Ye Xiu looked at the dense red dots on the firewall in the server room, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"With this outdated infiltration method, they think they can steal something from Lin Shen's plate?"
He grabbed a can of Coke from the refrigerator and typed a redirection instruction with one hand on the keyboard.
He didn't even bother writing code to block them; he simply linked the access channels of these external IPs with the data stream of the village's square dancing.
In the courtyard of the village committee in Qingshui County, thousands of elderly people have received the silver VR glasses with a futuristic look.
Wang Fugui stood on the high platform, holding a megaphone, and shouted instructions to everyone on how to wear it.
"This thing doesn't need any wires; you just wear it on your glasses and press the little button on the side!"
With a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, Aunt Li from the village entrance placed the flimsy glasses on the bridge of her nose and pressed the start button with her withered fingers.
Her vision went black for a moment, and then a soft light enveloped her consciousness.
When Aunt Li opened her eyes again, she found that she was no longer in the dusty village committee compound.
She stood in the center of a magnificent building, its dome adorned with intricate murals depicting Western mythology.
Beneath my feet was a gleaming marble floor, and above me hung a giant crystal chandelier that shone with dazzling light.
The surrounding stands were filled with holographic virtual audience members dressed in tuxedos and evening gowns, applauding enthusiastically at her.
This is the world's most prestigious music venue, a 100% replica of the Vienna Golden Hall.
Aunt Li looked down at her red floral-patterned jacket, then at the magnificent surroundings, and was so shocked that her dentures almost fell out.
"My God, is this taking me to heaven?"
Other middle-aged women wearing glasses also appeared one after another in this huge virtual space.
They all gaped, touching and looking at the scene, speechless with awe at the realistic texture and magnificent spectacle.
Just then, the Royal Symphony Orchestra in the center of the hall raised their instruments.
The virtual conductor, dressed in a tuxedo and sporting a large beard, swung his baton with passionate movements.
The next second, a magnificent symphony resounded throughout the hall.
But the melody wasn't some elegant classical music; it was "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," a song familiar to middle-aged women.
The symphony orchestra played a catchy, energetic rhythm on cellos and violins, while the royal band provided a deafening accompaniment.
This cross-dimensional cyberpunk contrast directly ignited the square dancing gene within all the middle-aged women.
"The vast horizon is my love!"
Aunt Li shouted out the first line of the lyrics at the top of her lungs, and skillfully waved invisible red ribbons in the air with both hands.
Thousands of elderly rural women, dressed in floral cotton-padded jackets and cloth shoes, danced the Yangko in unison at this world-class music mecca.
Every movement they made, every turn they made, was rendered into high-definition neural signals in real time by the system.
Even a single drop of sweat on the forehead of an elderly woman occupies a terrifying amount of computing memory in the data stream.
The scene is so surreal it's almost illogical, yet it's also brimming with exhilarating tension.
The conductor of the symphony orchestra even spontaneously performed a wild robotic dance on stage, following the rhythm of the middle-aged women.
In an overseas hacker base, foreign hackers who were preparing to steal secrets suddenly found that their computer screens were frozen.
"What happened? Why did the data transfer speed suddenly drop to zero?"
Before they could figure out the cause, a torrent of data, comparable to a tsunami, surged back through the network cable.
This torrent also contains tens of thousands of high-resolution 3D model data of middle-aged women dancing the Yangko.
Each 3D model carries a massive, unresolvable encryption algorithm, which is then used to smash into their memory like bricks.
With a muffled bang, the hacker leader's monitor exploded, sending a cloud of black smoke billowing out.
Immediately afterwards, all the server motherboards in the base exploded one after another, like firecrackers going off.
Those hard drives, which contained half a lifetime of hacking experience, melted under the high temperature and turned into lumps of iron that smelled of burning.
Even their liquid nitrogen circulation system, which they used for cooling, had its pipes burned through by the terrifying heat.
The hacker leader, his hair charred black from being blown up, looked at the room full of scrap metal, his legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground.
"What kind of divine defense system is this, using such physically destructive data streams as a firewall?!"
What they didn't know was that what defeated them wasn't some top-tier AI, but a group of Chinese aunties dancing to "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend".
Lin Xian lay on a rocking chair in the manor, watching the middle-aged women's joyful dance on the holographic screen, and took a satisfied sip of lemonade.
Helen, dressed in cool tank tops and shorts, came closer, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Boss, this is so cool! I want to go down and dance this amazing oriental dance with them too!"
Chu Yiyi chimed in, saying that she had been to the Vienna Golden Hall to receive awards before, but had never seen such a breathtaking scene.
Lin Xian waved his hand, signaling them not to join in the fun; this was the aunties' exclusive domain.
The women jumped around for a full two hours before reluctantly taking off their VR glasses.
Aunt Li wiped the sweat from her forehead and felt as if her old bones had become ten years younger, her whole body radiating comfort.
She turned her head to look at the manor that was faintly visible ten thousand meters in the sky, her eyes blazing with fervent worship.
"That idle boy has really given us a treasure from a living god!"
"We absolutely cannot let those shady characters disturb his meditation anymore!"
Thousands of middle-aged women spontaneously organized themselves and formed dozens of patrol teams.
Holding brooms, rolling pins, and red ribbons for dancing, they stood menacingly outside the light-guiding staircase leading to the manor.
Anyone who dares to make a loud noise in this area will be drowned in spittle by this group of fanatical, die-hard fan aunties.
Seeing this group of old ladies with explosive fighting power, Zhou Bapi was so frightened that he led his security team to hide in the guard post and dared not utter a sound.
With these middle-aged women acting as outer guards, Lin Xian could save on security fees.
Lin Xian looked at the group of spirited middle-aged women on the monitor, stretched, and prepared to close his eyes and take a nap.
Just as the aunties finished marking out their patrol routes and were about to play some background music and practice a couple more sections,
An unexpected guest appeared on the newly paved asphalt road at the entrance of the village in Qingshui County.
This is a gaunt old man wearing a faded white Tai Chi uniform and sporting a goatee.
The old man walked without making a sound; his footsteps were as light as a wild cat walking in the night.
Aunt Li was patrolling the roadside with a rolling pin when she saw this unfamiliar old man and immediately stopped him warily.
"Hey, old man, which village are you from? What are you doing wandering around like this? Don't disturb our peace and quiet!"
The white-bearded old man stopped and glanced coldly at Aunt Li, who was blocking his way.
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, he suddenly raised his withered, emaciated right hand.
The old man slammed his hand down on the thick bluestone slab at the village entrance, which was used to pave the road.
Without making a loud noise, the hard, steel-like bluestone slab silently turned into a pile of fine stone powder in his palm.
A gust of wind blew, and stone dust was scattered all over the asphalt road, causing the middle-aged women around to gasp in surprise.
Aunt Li dropped the rolling pin in her hand with a thud, startling her so much that she took three big steps back.
The old man dusted off his hands and looked up, staring intently at the floating manor ten thousand meters in the air.
He took a deep breath, his sunken chest suddenly bulged, and he let out a roar as loud as a great bell.
The sound was like a real sound wave, causing several large trees along the roadside to shed leaves with a rustling sound.
"Young Lin Xian, I am Ma Baoguo, the eighth-generation successor of the Tai Chi lineage. I have come here today to seek your guidance!"
"If you can't even withstand my Lightning Five-Strike Whip, then you'd better hand over that floating mountain as my martial arts school!"