"Throughout the day, not counting the wear and tear on the computer, it'll still cost over five bucks in electricity. Is this really necessary?"
"What did he respond with?" Dr. Wu asked from the side.
"It's necessary." The curator lit a cigarette and didn't offer it to anyone else. "He said his child was sickly from a young age and still frail as an adult.
But ever since practicing martial arts, their health has improved significantly.
If his shop wasn't so small and his funds weren't limited, he would buy even more computers to help run simulations for his 'benefactor.'
And it's not just him; many families with Martial Artists, as well as professional Martial Artist families, are also buying computers in droves to run simulations."
After the curator finished speaking, Xiaoli and the others fell into silence.
It felt like there was nothing to say about this matter.
Because they too were using their own methods to quietly run simulations for their good friend Zhang Feng.
