Suddenly, Lin Yi paused his actions, and then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he started talking to himself:
"Whether it's that MiNuclear phone or this current laptop, they both seem to be products from after the year 2100, right? What the heck. Could it be that this MiNuclear isn't the current Rice Technology?"
The year 2100 is a full seventy-nine years away from now! And as of now, Lao Lei seems to be already in his fifties!
Seventy-nine years later, even if Lao Lei is still around, he would be over a hundred and thirty years old…
Thinking about this, Lin Yi couldn't help but start to doubt his own decisions.
"Was I too hasty? Why didn't I think of this earlier…"
He muttered to himself while his hands were not idle, directly picking up the only remaining laptop, then started speaking to the system:
"System, disassemble and recreate the first-generation MiNuclear Technology laptop for me this time."
