Ch10: Mom asked why I was kneeling, and I said I was watching a billionaire."

It's easy to forget the date when I'm busy. The reason my parents came back this time is that the Qingming Festival has arrived.

Shen Xue had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Even though my dad made it clear he wanted to buy her a jade bracelet, she was still reluctant.

This is just how my parents are with each other. I was smart enough not to express any opinions.

The three-day holiday passed, and my parents went back to Hangzhou. They have a house there and work at Hang Yao Machinery—my mom is an accountant. They started working in Hangzhou years ago, and things have only become more exaggerated since then.

Leaning on my bed, I looked around my clean and tidy bedroom. I couldn't help but recall my dad sitting at the foot of my bed last night. "Son, you're 25 now. Don't worry too much about finding a wife. It's like buying shoes—you won't know if they fit until you try them on."

Thinking about his straightforward remark, I couldn't help but wonder—could my dad have had a romantic history when he was young?

"Hey, maybe that's exactly why my mom ended up with him," I thought to myself, shaking my head as I got up.

The company is already set up, but I still don't have a physical office. Checking my bank account, I saw that Mo Yichen had generously invested 100,000, plus an extra 50,000. My balance now stood at 350,000.

I decided to use my savings to find a workspace.

My requirements were simple: a good environment, a closed space, and access to industrial power. These two points were non-negotiable.

After all, Xiaoji's existence had to remain hidden. And its abilities? Not free—it consumes electricity.

My usual monthly electricity bill was around 1,500, but after working for just three days, it had shot up to over 3,700 yuan. If I kept this up at home, the property management would definitely come knocking.

Fortunately, there were quite a few places that met my criteria. I eventually decided on an office building in an industrial park.

The rent was cheap—only 8 yuan per square meter per month. I rented three rooms at the end of a corridor and hired a renovation company to modify the space.

I had them tear down all the partition walls, sealing off the doors to the outside except for one. This way, the innermost room became a completely enclosed space—no one would ever find Xiaoji in there.

By the time I got home, I was already sitting in front of my laptop, staring at the manufacturing drawings of the climbing belt.

"Why is it a laptop, though? Why not a pendant or something? What if someone steals it?" I muttered, closing the interface.

I knew I was being greedy, but that was human nature. If someone else had a system like mine and didn't think about gains and losses, that would be unnatural.

As if it understood my words, the screen automatically returned to the main interface, and an icon flashed in the lower-left corner. A message popped up, prompting me to open it.

"Hmm? Biological information binding?"

I was puzzled at first, then my eyes widened. "No way… that's insane."

The bionic technology system used a bio-information binding model to determine ownership. In simple terms, the laptop was just a carrier—a medium to communicate with me. I could bind the system to any electronic device.

My phone, my iPad, even a supercomputer—it didn't matter. The functions would remain the same, though my experience using it might differ.

"This is perfect!" I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I didn't have to worry about my laptop being stolen. I could switch to my phone anytime.

Still, I preferred using a computer—it was much more convenient.

After confirming the materials needed for the climbing grip belt, I started searching for manufacturers online.

The climbing belt is an external load component of mechanical products. Structurally, it resembles a belt but doesn't use rubber—it's made of titanium metal.

Titanium has exceptional properties and is known as the "third metal" after iron and aluminum. In industry, it's extracted from titanium ore (mainly FeO) and has become an essential material in aviation, aerospace, and chemical fields due to its low density, high temperature resistance, and corrosion resistance.

Titanium alloy is incredibly strong—half the density of steel but with comparable strength. It can withstand extreme temperatures. But the downside? It's much more expensive than steel.

For my project, I needed industrial titanium alloy TB9 (βc, Ti-38644) Ti-3Al-8V-6Cr-4Mo-4Zr, commonly used to make titanium springs.

As I searched for a supplier, my phone rang.

Mo Yichen's voice came through immediately. "Hey, Fang Hao, can you make a car model?"

"A car model? Are men's models trending now?"

"Shut up! I meant a toy car model. Do I have to spell it out?" he snapped. "My old man got me into it, and I think it's pretty cool."

I smirked. His phrasing was full of ambiguity. "Cough, mind your words—it's a car model."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I want the same model that's trending on the overseas version of Douyin."

"Hold on, let me check it out first. Although car models and aeromodels are different fields, if it's just assembly, I should be able to handle it."

I wasn't going to agree blindly. Who knew what kind of car model he was talking about? If it was something beyond my ability, it would hurt my credibility.

After hanging up, I downloaded the offshore version of Douyin. I didn't even have to search—the top trending video was titled "The Strongest Car Model in History."

The title was in English, but mechanical engineering majors had to study English, so I could understand it just fine.

I clicked on the video. From the background, I could tell it was filmed somewhere in Europe or the US. The main guy in the video had a massive curly afro—he reminded me of cotton candy.

"Hi, dear audience! Welcome to the ultimate car model showcase. Remember to hit 777!" he greeted enthusiastically.

A blond guy in a tight T-shirt, his abs practically bulging through the fabric, appeared on screen.

"Yeah, this guy's just here for the show," I muttered, fast-forwarding.

The video shifted to a garage filled with eight luxury cars lined up neatly. The camera zoomed in on their emblems—Ferrari, Lamborghini, Porsche, Jaguar.

The comment section exploded:

"Rich people, please adopt me."

"Mom asked why I was kneeling, and I said I was watching a billionaire."

"The most low-key flex is the deadliest."

Even I felt a twinge of jealousy. I would love to own any of those cars, but I couldn't afford one yet—not without feeling guilty about the price tag.

Then, the video moved into the studio, which felt more like an Automobile History Museum.

Rows of display cases held car models dating back to the earliest automobiles, engines exposed. Some were the kind used in WWII movies, doors opening sideways. Others were ultra-rare, collector's edition models from century-old manufacturers.

"Damn, this is just a rich guy showing off," I muttered, fast-forwarding again.

Then, I saw it—the reason Mo Yichen was so excited.

Inside a massive 400-square-meter simulation field sat a cutting-edge, futuristic car model.

With its aggressive design and suspension pillars resembling monster fangs, this was no ordinary toy.

Made from full carbon alloy, it weighed only 25kg. It had four-wheel drive, full-range climbing capabilities, and handled rough terrain effortlessly.

When the video showed the model in action, I understood why Mo Yichen was obsessed.

And honestly? I kind of wanted to try it too.