Summit Farmer
Chapter 1693 - 1691: The Issue of Self-Protection

Chapter 1693: Chapter 1691: The Issue of Self-Protection

It was clear that the recruitment fair had been a success. As soon as the flying car product was unveiled, students crowded around to inquire about the details.

Yesterday, Peter handed over all the material-related matters to Reid Nelson and didn’t worry about it too much. After all, Reid was now the General Manager appointed by Peter, and it was her job to handle the specifics.

After checking on things, Peter felt reassured. Reid had managed affairs at the mobile game company for a while and had gotten the hang of it rather quickly.

Peter and Alfie Martin settled into the principal’s office for a chat.

Alfie smiled and said, "You must realize that when this product hits the market, the commotion it causes will be enormous. It will change every aspect of our lives. To tell the truth, I’m very worried about you launching this product right now."

"I understand what you’re worried about," Peter replied.

He had already given the matter some thought.

"Firstly, my product is going to affect the interests of many people. When their interests are harmed, they will attack fiercely. Whether I, a former migrant worker, can withstand that, is a concern."

"Since you know this, why don’t you start gradually with smaller products? You’re not only facing the situation you mentioned, but also the possibility of influential people vying for control of your company. Are you prepared for that?"

Alfie—as a principal—indeed had a far-sighted view of issues and quickly pinpointed the problems.

Peter laughed and said, "You’re right, the level of impact of this product is one aspect. The interest it generates is too great, and it would be false to say others won’t be tempted. Many car manufacturers will definitely be hit hard, even to the point of bankruptcy, and curbing that will be a challenge. With such a torrent of interest, my company will instantly become the center of attention, and the powerful won’t just stand by idly."

"Do you have any measures in place? Without a response strategy, I’m afraid the company might run into trouble," Alfie said, looking directly at Peter.

"The power of technology is infinite. If anyone really tries to pull something, I’ll show them just how powerful technology can be," Peter responded confidently.

Alfie hadn’t expected such an answer and, after staring at Peter in surprise for a moment, he laughed and said, "It seems you’re prepared. But at worst, you would just give the technology away, and making money is certain."

The two talked for a while longer before parting ways.

The campus recruitment continued, and after greeting Reid and the others, Peter left.

Entering the hotel, he sat down and thought carefully about Alfie’s words.

Honestly, Peter knew his own situation well. His body wasn’t something that could be penetrated by any ordinary mortal means. However, since he was developing his business in the secular world, going too far could still attract unwanted attention.

Now Peter also considered the safety of everyone. He wasn’t afraid for himself, but it was different for his relatives and subordinates—their safety was indeed a major issue.

After sitting and thinking for a while, he came across an idea. The primary cause of death for mortals was damage to the brain and heart. If he could create something to protect these two areas, they wouldn’t die so easily.

Nano Armor!

At that moment, Peter thought of a type of Nano Armor from the Technology Plane that could be implanted in the brain and heart to protect them. As long as a person was alive, even the most severe injuries could be treated.

Better to start with the AI. With AI, a lot of things could be taken care of, from surveillance to production.

As Peter recalled details about AI, he began typing on his laptop.

As everything was familiar to him—having absorbed this knowledge directly through input methods while on the Technology Plane—creating an AI wasn’t a difficult task for Peter.

His fingers danced quickly across the keyboard, and lines of symbols appeared on the screen.

Two hours later, there was a knock at the door.

Peter knew it was Reid and the others returning.

Indeed, as soon as he opened the door, Reid exclaimed excitedly, "Peter, today’s turnout was amazing. After our selection process, we already have some candidates we can hire."

"Apart from university graduates, we also need people with strong practical skills. We should recruit from society as well, we can visit the job market for more. Our enterprise will be quite large, and we will need many employees."

"Peter, there’s something I’m worried about. If the cars really match what you’ve demonstrated on the computer, have you considered how jealous others might become?"

Peter, seeing Reid had also thought about this, smiled and said, "So you’ve thought about it too."

"What price range do you have in mind for these cars?"

Peter had already thought it through and said seriously, "We can’t release them all at once. The first batch will be limited; I’m thinking a million dollars per car."

Shaking her head, Reid said, "You’re underestimating the wealthy. You can’t just price such a revolutionary invention at a million. I think it should be ten million per car. Even then, I’m worried about not being able to meet the demand."

After giving it more thought, Peter had to nod in agreement. Many people already owned private planes, and his flying car was no ordinary item. It was far superior to those planes. Surely, there would be a large market for them even at ten million dollars each.

Reid then solemnly added, "The interest is too large, overwhelming even. Think about how many people will fight over this. Can you handle that?"

Peter just smiled and asked, "So, do you still dare to embark on this venture with me?"

"I don’t mind, I’m sure to make money following you. I’m just worried about your safety. You really should have some countermeasures in place," she said.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take that into consideration," Peter assured.

Peter realized that his first product might not be the flying car after all, but rather a protective one.

Perhaps it was time to speak to the government about this!

There were no two ways about it; Peter understood that no matter how strong he was, he needed to consider the people following him. The stakes were so high that not sharing some of the benefits would lead to difficulties in development. Could it be he had to relocate his operations to the moon?

After chatting with Reid for a while, Peter bid her farewell and returned to his typing. Safety concerns had indeed become the primary issue he needed to resolve. Without addressing it, it would really be problematic to carry on any operations.