172: Chapter 172 Competitors:

Wang Peng: "..."

He silently clutched his chest.

It wasn't an exaggeration.

He really felt his heart beating at an abnormal frequency.

Before entering this study today, he thought he had sufficient mental preparation for his cousin's "outrageousness."

Now he knew that his bit of mental preparation was probably only enough to handle one-tenth of his cousin.

Lu Yaoguang reacted faster than him.

She stared at the render for a few seconds, suddenly took a deep breath, shifted her gaze from the screen, and landed it on Lu Li's face.

"Brother."

"A pop-up camera plus 20x optical zoom—either one of these alone would be enough to dominate the trending topics for an entire day."

"But you just said—"

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"'This time, it's not just the hardware.'"

"So there's something else?"

Lu Li looked at her.

This girl had been like this since she was little.

No matter what he said, she could always accurately grasp the sentence he hadn't finished.

He smiled.

"At least college wasn't a waste."

After speaking, he raised his hand and flipped the page on the tablet.

Four characters appeared on the screen.

[Doubao AI · Full Version]

Wang Peng was stunned for a moment.

"Isn't this the upgrade to that... Tech Director Dou Bao from before?"

"Hmm." Lu Li nodded.

"The full version."

"Full mobile permissions are open for AI to take over."

"You say one sentence, and it completes the entire operation chain for you."

"Cross-application, multi-step, automated decision-making."

Wang Peng frowned; his first reaction didn't quite click.

His sensitivity to hardware far exceeded software; the term "permission takeover" was still too abstract for a twelve-year-old child.

But Lu Yaoguang was different.

Almost the instant Lu Li's voice fell, her whole body tensed up.

"Brother, give me an example."

Her tone was no longer casual.

She was seeking verification.

"For example, you're hungry."

Lu Li's voice was very flat.

"You say to it—'Help me order a KFC couple's set meal, add two egg tarts, and deliver it to the company.'"

"Then you can put your phone down."

"It opens the food delivery app itself."

"Filters for the nearest store."

"Confirms your delivery address."

"If there are coupons, it will automatically compare prices."

"Then it places the order."

"Makes the payment."

"You don't need to touch the screen at all during the entire process."

Wang Peng's glasses slid down a bit, but he didn't push them up this time.

Because he couldn't care about that anymore.

"Really fully automated?"

"For another example." Lu Li didn't stop.

"You say—'Go to the Northern New District of Beining City.'"

"It opens the navigation itself and sets the destination."

"Then it determines whether you should take a taxi, drive yourself, or take public transport."

"It will look at real-time traffic, your current location, and your travel habits."

"It will even help you send a message to the person at the destination—'I'll arrive at approximately what time.'"

"The entire process is strung together; triggered by one sentence, fully automated from end to end."

Lu Yaoguang had sat up completely straight.

She studied journalism and communications, and every day she came into contact with user behavior and product interaction logic.

So, faster than anyone else present, she realized that the terrifying part of this thing was not at all that "the voice assistant has become smarter."

But rather that it had completely overturned an underlying logic that had existed for over a decade.

Previously, it was people looking for functions.

If you wanted to order food, you had to open the app yourself, search yourself, select yourself, and pay yourself.

Now, it is functions looking for people.

You only need to say one sentence.

The system runs through all the remaining steps itself.

What does this mean?

It means that the entry value of apps is collapsing at this very moment.

When users no longer need to "open" an application, those business models that rely on splash screen ads, homepage recommendation slots, and user dwell time will all have to be reshuffled.

She looked at those four characters on the screen, and a fine layer of goosebumps rose on her back.

Lu Li glanced at her, knowing she had already thought of that level.

But he didn't stop.

"For another example—"

His tone even carried a hint of watching the fun.

"You let it help you handle daily tasks in games."

"Checking in, claiming rewards, burning stamina, doing repetitive dungeons."

"As long as permissions are open and the process templates are configured, it can do the same."

The moment these words landed.

Wang Peng exploded.

Completely exploded.

If the pop-up camera shocked him and the 20x optical zoom suffocated him, then the phrase "AI automatically doing daily game tasks" directly hit the core need of a twelve-year-old boy.

Although the function overlapped with the Doraemon Robot, what kind of good person brings a Doraemon to work or school?

"Brother!!!"

He sprang up from his chair, his voice so loud that the soundproof glass of the study was slightly vibrating.

"Who will still click on apps themselves in the future? Who will still switch back and forth between pages?!"

"Isn't this just a system-level cheat?!"

"Even cheats aren't this outrageous! With a cheat, you still have to operate it yourself!"

Lu Li didn't refute this.

From a regular user's perspective, understanding it this way was indeed correct.

It was a cheat.

It was just that this cheat was official, had system-level permissions, and legally and compliantly did the work for you.

Lu Yaoguang slowly let out a breath.

She looked up at Lu Li, and what was in her eyes was no longer just surprise.

"No wonder you haven't released the full version before."

Her voice was very soft, but every word carried weight.

"Once this thing goes online, the impact won't be any smaller than the Virtual Helmet."

"It's not that exaggerated." Lu Li waved his hand.

"The Virtual Helmet is a reconstruction of the entry point."

"The Doubao full version is at most a reconstruction of interaction methods."

"The levels are different."

He paused.

"But it is indeed enough."

The last four words were said very softly.

But Lu Yaoguang heard the second half of the sentence he hadn't spoken—enough, enough to make competitors lose sleep.

Wang Peng could no longer listen to any analysis.

Now, only one huge, golden, constantly rotating word remained in his mind.

Invincible.

"Brother..."

He clutched his chest, his voice shaking.

Not acting, he was really shaking.

"This phone of yours is too outrageous."

"Pop-up front camera, 20x optical zoom, 200x hybrid zoom, system-level AI fully automated operation."

"Just taking any one of these out would be enough to hold a press conference."

"You stuffed them all into one machine."

"At that press conference in September, how many competitors will die?"

Lu Li didn't answer this question.

But the curve of his mouth was the biggest it had been all day.

In his past life, when he created these things, he did them one by one, grinding away year after year.

Behind each item were a dozen failed test samples, countless late nights accompanied only by a coffee machine, and a silent laboratory where he couldn't even find someone to high-five the moment he overcame a bottleneck.

This lifetime.

He packed these things into a phone and placed it on the table.

Then he saw a meatball bouncing around the study, almost knocking over his chair.

He saw his sister rarely putting away all her disguises, looking at him with an almost solemn gaze.

And his wife, even more so, was silently supporting him behind the scenes.

Enough.

This is worth more than any technological breakthrough.

Wang Peng obviously didn't know his cousin was thinking about these things.

He had already taken out his own phone, his fingers tapping furiously on the screen.

Three seconds later, a message was sent to his elementary school classmate group.

[Wang Peng]: Brothers. September, new Guanghui Technology phone. Outrageously strong. Freakishly strong. So strong it doesn't even seem like something from this era. I can't say the specifics, but I can only tell you four words—start saving money.