99: Extract the future black technology

Li Qinghe directly handed a stack of banknotes to Tran Thi Bao Anh.

There were 50 million vietnamese dong in it.

"A-He, you don't need to put so much in each envelope. 5 million vietnamese dong per envelope is already a very high standard."

Tran Thi Bao Anh was very familiar with the appetites of these officials in the countryside.

Given the income levels of people here, 5 million vietnamese dong was already a very high amount.

The most common amount was usually 1 to 2 million vietnamese dong.

The income of these palace officials in Vietnam was not high, and they were already very happy to receive one or two million vietnamese dong for handling a matter.

"Alright then, Aunt Bao Anh, you can arrange it as you see fit. If the money isn't enough, just ask me for more."

The communication for building the house this time was very smooth. The family arranged their respective divisions of labor, which, of course, mainly involved Li Qinghe and Tran Thi Bao Anh.

As for Nguyen Thi Linh, her main role was devoted companionship.

"Brother, you go wash up first. Mom and I will come over once we're done tidying up," Nguyen Thi Linh pushed Li Qinghe to wash up and rest.

Watching Nguyen Thi Linh dutifully helping her mother clean up the late-night snack, Li Qinghe patted his backside and went to the washroom next to the tin house.

He had already grown accustomed to the life of a master, and he could quickly adapt to being waited on.

Because the washroom and kitchen were not too far apart.

Li Qinghe only heard Tran Thi Bao Anh's slightly excited voice in the kitchen talking to Nguyen Thi Linh about something.

And Nguyen Thi Linh responded in a soft, gentle voice.

After a while, no sound of washing dishes and chopsticks was heard; the mother and daughter actually started crying in there.

They cried for quite a while, whimpering.

As it was a sad matter between the mother and daughter, Li Qinghe found it awkward to go forward and comfort them, so he just let them cry.

He simply washed up. Because of the hot weather, Li Qinghe directly drew a bucket of water from the water tank and poured it over himself.

With limited conditions, this was the only way to get clean.

He dried the water droplets from his body with a new towel and put on a loose short-sleeved pajama set.

Actually, according to Li Qinghe's habits in Hanoi, he was never keen on wearing pajamas. How pleasant it was to sleep naked, embracing Nguyen Thi Linh every day; more layers meant more discomfort.

But the environment here didn't allow it, so Li Qinghe could only be a little more mindful.

He could be more unrestrained once he returned to that small room.

While Nguyen Thi Linh hadn't finished her tasks, Li Qinghe took out his computer and edited the video of himself and Vu Phan Thanh Lien wrestling at the temple fair earlier today.

Since several phones recorded from different angles, Li Qinghe needed to arrange the order of the footage.

He added some special effects to some key shots, and the surprised expressions of the surrounding audience were also cut in one by one.

At Li Qinghe's current skill level, editing and producing a several-minute video was very fast.

A unique video of mixed-gender wrestling with Vietnamese local characteristics was thus freshly produced.

He checked the content to ensure there were no omissions or incorrect subtitles.

Li Qinghe promptly published the video.

Unexpectedly, at the exact moment the video was published, there was a 'ding' sound in his mind; his followers had already reached 230,000.

Having just finished showering, Li Qinghe felt his luck should be good and hoped to draw something nice.

As the lottery machine in his mind spun wildly, all of Li Qinghe's attention was focused on it.

Soon, the lottery results came out, and the prize he drew this time made Li Qinghe overjoyed.

Virtual Intelligent Camera: A future-tech shooting artifact controlled by thought, capable of splitting into up to 8 sub-lenses, can disguise itself as any object, features optical stealth, night vision, infrared, unlimited battery life and memory, can automatically find the best angle for shooting, and can shoot from up to 150 meters in the air... Li Qinghe grinned, looking at the silver spherical object the size of a ping-pong ball in his hand.

With this divine artifact in hand, no matter what Worry-Free Media or Madou Media, none could compare to his Qinghe Worry-Free Media.

He opened his hand, and the small ball in his palm automatically floated up.

With a thought from Li Qinghe, the small ball in the air suddenly split into 8 smaller balls, then slowly stretched into the shape of 8 small drones.

With another thought, the 8 drones vanished right before his eyes.

If not for his mind sensing the presence of the lenses, Li Qinghe's naked eyes would not be able to see them at all; the lenses directly projected images into his mind.

However, looking at the world from 8 angles simultaneously made Li Qinghe a little unaccustomed.

With just a thought, a folder appeared on his computer.

A segment of content just recorded was directly stored on the computer in a format recognizable by the computer, and the video file format could also be converted as needed.

After trying to operate it for a period, Li Qinghe felt that this camera was a black technology comparable to a causality weapon.

Because when he issued material editing commands through his thoughts, the video that appeared in the folder perfectly matched his ideas, and even the exquisite level of detail surpassed what he had in mind.

It was a 'concept + detail PLUS' version.

How about filming a happy time later?

Li Qinghe instantly dismissed his idea; he didn't want his secrets to be appreciated by countless people like Teacher Chen.

Li Qinghe, who often studied historical materials like Zhuangyuan, Bangyan, and Tanhua in traditional culture, knew that as long as a video was recorded, there was a possibility of leakage.

Many people's secrets hidden in cloud drives were found by hackers and became material for history and culture enthusiasts to study intently on various 'happy' websites.

Even if this virtual intelligent camera was a future product and no one in this world could see what was in its memory, Li Qinghe still didn't want to film it.

After all, perhaps no one in this world could see it, but in other worlds, it might become material for others to study knowledge.

Therefore, Li Qinghe was content to enjoy his happiness by himself, and he would absolutely not give others a chance to see the data.

After studying this virtual intelligent camera thoroughly, Li Qinghe satisfactorily put it away.

The system was very generous this time, perhaps knowing that future tech products should not be overly exposed, so this camera could not only be taken out but also stored back into the system.

This way, it could be taken out for shooting whenever needed.

"Brother, are you still editing videos? You must be tired."

Suddenly, a pair of soft small hands gently rested on Li Qinghe's shoulders, lightly massaging him.

It turned out that Nguyen Thi Linh had finished everything with Tran Thi Bao Anh and came to see if Li Qinghe was getting impatient before taking a bath.

She ended up seeing Li Qinghe sitting quietly in front of the computer, editing videos.

"A Ling, you go take a bath first. We need to discuss the house."

After enjoying Nguyen Thi Linh's massage for a short while, Li Qinghe told her to go take a bath first.

Nguyen Thi Linh always carried out Li Qinghe's requests immediately, so she took a pink nightgown and went out to bathe.

Thanks to Li Qinghe driving back, he also brought back many city bath products.

Every day, after showering, Nguyen Thi Thuy would happily exclaim that she smelled so good and felt so smooth.

So, when Li Qinghe returned from a quick trip to the simple toilet, he saw the fragrant Nguyen Thi Linh obediently kneeling on the wooden bed, looking up at him gently.

The fragrant Nguyen Thi Linh