Chapter 309

Zhao Yang's phone was still buzzing, the meeting invitation on the Screen glared dazzlingly. He glanced at the time, only ten minutes left before the summit opening. He shoved his phone into his pocket and shouted towards the room: "Brother! Brother! Don't dawdle, it's time to go online!"

Zhao Xing was squatting at the desk fiddling with the neural-sensing ring, hearing the voice without raising his head: "What's the rush, system certification already passed, I just tested the signal, it's stable." He said, slipping the ring onto his forehead with a click, fastening it: "This thing is way more comfortable than earphones, just wearing it feels like I've shaved my head."

Zhao Chen pulled another ring from under the bed, wiped off the dust: "You two better not fight for the floor later—we agreed I handle translation, you one speak one perform, no stealing the spotlight." He put on the ring, squinted to adjust it: "Hey, the signal's really good, latency under half a second."

"That's a must." Zhao Xing Standing Up, patted his pants, "He Yushui sister said this is a global livestream, even over in Japan people are watching."

The three stood in a line, fingers simultaneously pressing the access key. Before their eyes went dark, then when they opened them again, they were already standing on a platform emitting a faint light. Beneath their feet was a transparent virtual floor, below which countless Data Stream flowed like river water. Above was a dome like a starry sky, specks of light all being Projections of various countries' flags, slowly rotating.

"Welcome the three hosts." A soft female voice sounded in the ear, it was the System Prompt tone: "The main venue of the global tech summit is ready, please begin the hosting procedure."

Zhao Yang cleared his throat, stepped forward: "Ladies and gentlemen from all over the world, good morning! Welcome to the Global Tech Innovation Summit!" He paused, glanced at his two brothers, "Next, we three brothers will show you—what the future city looks like."

As his voice fell, Zhao Xing raised his hand and waved; a ring of blue light suddenly rose from the ground, and immediately a three-dimensional city model slowly emerged. Skyscrapers stood tall, roads wound, small aircraft shuttled in the air. Most astonishing, the whole city seemed alive, changing with Zhao Xing's gestures—buildings automatically morphed and reassembled, a main avenue even on the spot flipped into an overpass.

"Wow!" someone in the audience whispered in amazement.

Zhao Chen immediately followed up, his voice steady transmitting into each guest's earpiece: "Thisisafullyadaptiveurbanmodel……" As he spoke, the Now we need to output lines: English original voice was also played synchronously in the venue, the translation so smooth no one noticed the latency. As the English ended, French, Arabic, Russian followed in succession, dozens of languages switching back and forth, making people blink repeatedly.

"Your mouth is faster than a machine." Zhao Yang muttered quietly.

"That's because I practiced for a week." Zhao Chen's lips curled slightly, his finger lightly tapping the cuff, switching to the next language mode.

The atmosphere heated up, many guests pulled out their Terminals to take photos and record videos. A guest in a dark suit, a European representative, even stood up to applaud, triggering a wave of applause.

Not long after, Zhao Yang noticed several elderly guests in the corner staring blankly, holding documents but not turning pages for a while. He furtively glanced at the backstage emotion monitoring chart—sure enough, collective focus was dropping, fatigue index spiking.

He remained expressionless, his left hand feeling for the emotion resonator at his cuff, he pressed lightly. The device activated silently, releasing a segment of ultra-low-frequency soothing wave. At the same time, the venue lighting shifted from white to warm, background music softly began—a lively piano piece, tempo neither fast nor slow, perfectly matching the rhythm of people's breathing.

Within ten-odd seconds, the few guests who had just been dazed blinked, straightened their backs. Some began nodding, others voluntarily raised their hands to ask questions.

"May I ask how this city's energy system achieves zero emissions?" a British female expert asked.

Zhao Xing answered with a smile: "We use a distributed solar array plus underground geothermal power network, paired with an AI dispatch system, ensuring every kilowatt-hour is used where it counts." As he spoke, the city model instantly broke down into energy modules, the animation demonstration clear and distinct.

"Fantastic!" a Japanese guest beside them couldn't help clapping, turning to the person next to them and saying, "These three kids' performance is outstanding, simply like three little Zhao Jianguo!"

As soon as that was said, everyone around laughed. Someone chimed in: "Indeed, clear thinking, seamless coordination, even the tone and pauses are like one person!"

Triplets stood on stage, faces wearing standard smiles, but each muttered inwardly. Zhao Xing thought: Who is Zhao Jianguo? We're not his copies. Zhao Chen silently sighed: This metaphor is weird, we clearly have our own division of labor. Zhao Yang glanced at the system screen, noticing after that wave of adjustment, the venue's emotion curve had risen back to high, he let out a breath of relief.

Just then, the view swept over a corner of the audience seating. A male guest wearing glasses sat in the back rows, holding a data board, appearing to take notes on the surface but actually his fingertips were tapping rapidly. A few lines of code flashed across his Screen, the color dark, format unlike normal meeting minutes. Even stranger, although he wore a smile, his pupils had a slight tremor, his heart rate fifteen beats above normal.

The system log automatically popped up a prompt: 【Individual ID G-739, biological indicators abnormal, fluctuation value 8.6, suggested to mark as "under observation"】.

Zhao Yang caught the information in his peripheral vision, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, but he said nothing. Still in the live broadcast, he couldn't act rashly. He adjusted his stance without changing expression, so his line of sight could continuously cover that area.

"Next, please watch the real-time simulation of the traffic system." Zhao Xing continued to push the agenda, a swipe of his hand, and the city model instantly switched to a dynamic traffic network, vehicles automatically diverted, accident warning mechanism responding in seconds.

Zhao Chen provided simultaneous translation, his speech steady, not missing a word. Suddenly a brief burst of static came through his earpiece, like signal interference, but it vanished instantly. He thought it was an equipment issue, rubbed his ears, and continued explaining.

Zhao Yang, taking advantage of the intermission, quietly manipulated his cuff a few times, captured the screen of Guest G-739, encrypted it and saved it to a temporary folder, labeling it "Post‑summit review".

"This place is really lively." Zhao Xing said softly, his eyes still fixed on the projection.

"It's going pretty smoothly." Zhao Chen said quietly, "Just now the translation hiccuped a bit; I don't know if it's a network problem."

"Don't worry about those." Zhao Yang lowered his voice, "Keep an eye on the third person from the right in the back row, the one wearing glasses—something feels off."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xing, while turning to adjust the model's angle, stole a glance.

"His heartbeat is too fast, and his gaze is off." Zhao Yang said, "Besides, the color of the code on his tablet is wrong."

"Maybe it's a special program?" Zhao Xing muttered.

"But he's been smiling all along." Zhao Chen interjected, "From the moment we took the stage to now, the corners of his mouth haven't dropped."

The three exchanged a glance, then said nothing more. But each of their actions became a bit more cautious—Zhao Xing slowed the demonstration pace, Zhao Chen verified the translation word by word, and Zhao Yang quietly opened the monitoring mode of the emotion regulator, ready to intervene in the group response at any moment.

Applause rang out again from below. An African representative stood up to ask a question, his tone enthusiastic. Zhao Chen immediately switched to Swahili translation, fluent as a native speaker. Zhao Xing cooperated by displaying the smart irrigation system of the agricultural zone; light and shadow interwove, a futuristic feel washed over them.

The guest wearing glasses remained seated, one hand propping his chin, the other slowly sliding across the data board. The code on the screen had long since returned to its normal interface, displaying the summit agenda. He nodded slightly, as if listening attentively.

But at the moment he lowered his head, a flash of almost invisible blue light flickered at his cuff, swift as an illusion.