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After breakfast, Connor and Alan finished discussing their work, and the two set off for Oakville. Along the way, they picked up Bryan from the R&D department.
The drive took about two and a half hours, during which Connor and Bryan discussed the products in the back seat.
As they neared the factory, the car fell silent.
The driver asked Camila, “Camila, do you have a driver’s license?”
Connor rested his hand on the armrest, looking up at her.
Camila glanced at the steering wheel and sighed, “I passed the driving test on my second try, but I’ve been too scared to drive.”
The driver chuckled, “No worries, just practice more. You can ask me if you don’t understand something.”
Camila responded, “Yeah, I’ve already arranged with my driving school instructor to get some practice during my annual leave.”
She turned to Connor and asked, “Mr. Connor, does my annual leave start accruing from when I joined the subsidiary?”
Future Inc.’s policy was five days of annual leave upon joining, with an additional day added each year.
Connor glanced at her and hummed in affirmation.
Camila smiled joyfully.
“Mr. Connor, you’re exploiting Camila so much she can only learn to drive during her annual leave,” Bryan joked.
Bryan was Connor’s schoolmate in college, and they had a good personal relationship, often joking with each other.
Camila did some quick mental calculations. Connor occupied most of her time. They spent over 12 hours together every day, including
weekends.
2 The group arrived at the factory at noon. It was just lunchtime, and the factory manager hosted them in the factory’s dining hall.
Lunch was simple farmhouse dishes, the same as what the factory workers ate.
Knowing Connor was particular about cleanliness, Camila conscientiously sterilized the utensils with boiling water.
“Camila is so thoughtful,” Bryan said, taking the utensils she offered.
Camila just smiled.
During the meal, they talked more about technology than they ate.
Camila just quietly eating the dishes in front of her
Connor picked up the serving utensil, and pushed aside the green onions on the fish to serve Camila a piece.
Camila, who was nibbling on some greens, mumbled, “Thank you, Mr. Connor.”
Connor didn’t respond, setting down the serving utensil and continuing to discuss matters with the factory manager as if nothing had Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
happened.
Bryan spoke up, “Camila, this fish grew up in mountain spring water, it’s wild–caught with tender and delicious meat, fresh and without
any fishy smell. It’s a local specialty. Even my kids love it when I bring them here.”
Camila smiled and tried a bite. It was indeed delicious.
Thus, every few minutes, Connor would help Camila have some different kinds of dishes, ensuring that by the end of the meal, Camila had a taste of every dish and was fully satisfied.
After a brief rest, the factory manager took them to the showroom to display the Future Robot 3.0, including a new product Camila
wasn’t aware of,
Future Go and Future Go Pro.
Future Go, a bionic intelligent robotic dog with a soul, would definitely turn heads when walked on the street. Capable of understanding human speech and interpreting emotions, it was endowed with consciousness and thought.
Future Go Pro was a quadruped robot designed for firefighting and emergency rescue. It could enter potentially flammable, explosive, toxic, oxygen–deficient, or smoke–filled disaster sites in advance of human rescuers to conduct environmental reconnaissance, providing real–time
feedback to commanders and assisting in making informed decisions. Its purpose was to reduce the risk of injury to rescuers and improve the efficiency of rescues.
Camila looked at Connor with admiration. These innovations could revolutionize the rescue system and bring significant value and benefits to society.