Chapter 451 Sudden Enlightenment! The Painting Machine

Regarding the wars and dilemmas far across the seas.

Li Jiajun, sitting in his office in Baishui City, was naturally oblivious to it all.

His gaze rested on the smartphone screen on his desk, looking at the text asking for help regarding "crops" and "pest birds."

He began to think seriously about this agricultural problem of bird control posed by the other party.

His fingers unconsciously tapped on the desk, making a rhythmic clicking sound.

His mind quickly went through various existing bird-repelling solutions.

'If it's for bird prevention, just making one of those noise-making bird repellers would be too cliché,' he thought.

The devices on the market that relied on clanging gongs, playing ultrasonic waves, or mimicking eagle cries.

When first hung in the fields, they might have some effect in scaring off birds.

But birds aren't stupid.

After hearing those repetitive synthesized electronic sounds too many times, they would soon develop an immunity.

By then, those bold sparrows would still strut down to peck at the grain the farmers had worked so hard to grow.

Build a scarecrow?

That’s even more ridiculous; a lifeless object can’t provide a long-term deterrent.

Therefore.

He had to find another way.

There had to be something realistic that could create an absolute visual misdirection to completely eliminate the threat and preserve the crops.

...

And just then.

*Ding.*

[You are contemplating the principles of visual misdirection and have entered deep thought...]

Accompanied by this familiar electronic sound.

The Heaven-Defying Comprehension panel was triggered.

In a state of deep thought, Li Jiajun felt a massive stream of information surge directly into his brain along his central nervous system.

Sparks of thought collided at high speed.

A vast amount of data intertwined and reorganized before his eyes.

Very soon.

He smoothly gained an epiphany for a machine that could automatically paint any desired pattern on the ground.

The principles of the device's internal mechanical structure, the precision of the paint spray, and the autonomous navigation algorithm for varying terrain.

All of it was etched crystal-clearly into his mind.

...

His eyes snapped open.

He slapped his thighs with both hands, letting out a sharp crack.

Li Jiajun's gaze became very bright, even showing a hint of excitement.

With this Painting Machine capable of high-precision color mixing, all the problems were solved!

This machine could be used to paint all sorts of lifelike things on the ground.

Using this dimensional-reduction level visual deception to attract or frighten the pest birds.

Wouldn't that protect the real crops?

His thoughts began to branch out.

For example, having this painting rover draw a pile of massive, fake crop patterns in bright colors on an empty lot far from the farmland.

When the birds see those enticing "fake foods" from mid-air, once they are lured down to land.

The real farmland would naturally be safe.

Or he could do the opposite.

Directly paint some lifelike, giant predator patterns around the farmland.

Like an eagle with its talons bared, or a fox baring its teeth.

That kind of realistic visual pressure from 3D-to-2D conversion would definitely scare those timid birds away.

...

Having cleared all this up.

Without any hesitation.

He picked up a black gel pen from the desk and grabbed a piece of blank scratch paper.

The tip of the pen moved rapidly across the paper with a scratching sound.

The blueprints for this exquisitely structured Automatic Drawing Rover were quickly sketched out by him.

From its appearance.

The overall shape of this thing was a bit like a vacuum robot magnified several times.

But the bottom was lined with a dense array of high-pressure nozzles.

The back even had multiple large-capacity pigment storage compartments reserved, capable of meeting long-term ground coating needs.

Looking at the rover on the paper with its smooth lines and exquisite structure.

Li Jiajun put down his pen with satisfaction.

He leaned back in his executive chair.

He picked up the phone from the desk and opened the WeChat chat interface.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the screen's virtual keyboard.

He prepared to reply to the farmer, Hassan, who was waiting anxiously on the other end of the network.

Although at this time, he didn't yet know that the other party was the famous A White Cloth on the Head.

A line of text soon appeared in the input box:

"Brother, I've got it, but..."

Immediately after, he sent it.

At this moment, he became a bit hesitant.

...

After all.

He and the other party had only just added each other on WeChat, and they hadn't even had a single formal business collaboration.

They were complete strangers.

If he shared this brilliant idea of automatic pattern drawing.

The other party might, to save money, turn around and find another factory to manufacture it.

After all.

Other small toy factories certainly wouldn't be able to produce this kind of high-end fully automatic painting toy with an ultra-precision spray matrix and autonomous navigation algorithms.

However.

Those unscrupulous knock-off bosses, in their pursuit of profit, could easily create a similar manual graffiti cart as a substitute.

Although the performance wouldn't be as good as his and might even require manual pushing for complex operations.

But as long as it could draw the general outlines...

In that case, wouldn't the idea he spent so many brain cells on be taken for free?

...

And at this very moment.

Inside that Deep underground bunker in a foreign land.

Hassan sat upright in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on the WeChat chat box on the screen without blinking.

After seeing the sentence sent by the other party, he waited for the follow-up.

But the other side kept showing "The other party is typing..."

Yet nothing was sent.

Then.

A thought occurred to him.