The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

The nights at Donghu Villa in Jiangcheng are always quiet, with a touch of warmth in the lamplight.

But ever since Xu Miaomiao learned to walk, this quiet time has become a luxury.

Xu Yun stood at the door of the master bedroom, watching Chen Xin gently place her daughter, whom she had just put to sleep, into the crib. Her careful movements reminded him of the expression on his face when he was adjusting precision instruments.

"Asleep?" Xu Yun asked in a low voice.

Chen Xin made a shushing gesture, waited for a full three minutes to make sure the child's breathing was steady, and then tiptoed out and gently closed the door.

The motion-sensor lights in the corridor cast a warm yellow glow, illuminating her slightly tired face.

"Finally, I can sleep."

She leaned against the wall, let out a long sigh, and laughed, "I don't know what's wrong with me today, I'm especially clingy, I cry as soon as I put me down."

Xu Yun reached out and pulled her into his arms, his fingers stroking the stray hairs on her forehead: "Thank you for your hard work."

"Fortunately."

Chen Xin looked up at him, a smile in her eyes, and said, "At least it's better than last month. Back then, I had to carry you around all night long."

The two walked towards the bedroom, embracing each other. As soon as the door closed, Chen Xin was pinned against the wall by Xu Yun.

His kiss landed, filled with a long-lost urgency.

After all, it had been a full twenty-three days since the two last got intimate.

It's not that I don't want to, but every time I'm about to get into the zone, Xu Miaomiao's crying will come from the monitor, like a precisely timed alarm clock.

"and many more……"

Chen Xin gently pushed him away, listened intently, and said, "I think I heard—"

There was no sound.

Xu Yun kissed the side of her neck, his fingers already unbuttoning the first button of her pajamas, and chuckled as he said, "I've turned off the monitor."

"You turned it off?"

Chen Xin's eyes widened, "What if Miao Miao..."

Before he could finish speaking, a rustling sound came from outside the door.

Then came a childish, sweet cry: "Mama..."

The two froze simultaneously.

Xu Yun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let go.

Chen Xin blushed, quickly straightened her pajamas, and opened the door.

One-and-a-half-year-old Xu Miaomiao stood barefoot in the corridor, rubbing her eyes with one hand and holding a tattered rabbit doll in the other. The collar of her pajamas was askew, revealing her rounded shoulders.

"Why is Miaomiao up?"

Chen Xin squatted down, her voice so gentle it was as if she were a completely different person.

"Thirsty..." the little girl mumbled.

"Mom will pour you some water."

Xu Yun stood at the bedroom door, watching Chen Xin carry her daughter downstairs. The light in the corridor stretched their shadows long.

He suddenly remembered that even more awkward night three months ago.

It was a similar situation, except that Xu Miaomiao pushed open the slightly ajar door, stood in the doorway blinking at them, and then asked, "Are Mom and Dad playing Jenga?"

From then on, Xu Yun had a profound understanding of the saying that "it is difficult to be intimate with a woman who has children."

It's not that they're unwilling, but a mother's instinct makes them put their children first at all times.

This is etched into our genes; it cannot be fought against, nor should it be.

He went back to his bedroom, picked up his phone, and scrolled through his contacts.

When Liang Yan's name popped up, he hesitated for three seconds before dialing the number.

"Xu, are you here for tutoring?"

When Liang Yan opened the door, Xu Yun was stunned for two seconds.

She was dressed in a standard business suit.

A white shirt, a dark gray pencil skirt, black stockings, low-heeled shoes, and a pair of frameless glasses perched on her nose.

Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she was even holding a folder in her hand.

"You..." Xu Yun chuckled.

"What, doesn't he look like a teacher?"

Liang Yan pushed up her glasses, stepped aside to let him in, and smiled, "Today I'm Teacher Liang, here to tutor you... in advanced physics."

The apartment was filled with a faint aroma of fragrance, and there were indeed several books and notebooks spread out on the coffee table in the living room.

Xu Yun sat down on the sofa. Liang Yan had already brought over a glass of water and then sat down next to him, with her legs together and slightly crossed, a standard teacher's sitting posture.

"Xu's last assignment was not very satisfactory."

She opened the folder and said seriously, "Especially the derivation of the quantum tunneling effect, there are too many skipped steps."

Looking at her serious profile, Xu Yun suddenly felt that this was more captivating than any direct flirtation.

Liang Yan always finds fresh ways to make every meeting feel like the first time.

Last month she was serving in the "cabin" wearing a flight attendant uniform; the month before that, she was dressed in period costume; and before that, she was a doctor/patient, a police officer/suspect...

She enjoyed it immensely, and Xu Yun never got tired of it either.

"Teacher Liang."

He leaned closer, his fingers gently hooking around the temple of her glasses, and asked, "So, tell me, how should we fix it?"

"We must start with the basic theories."

Liang Yan stood up and walked to the whiteboard.

She actually installed a whiteboard in the living room!!!
"Let's review the basic form of the Schrödinger equation..."

She actually started writing formulas.

Xu Yun leaned back on the sofa, watching her back. Her legs, encased in black stockings, had beautiful lines, and her waist swayed slightly as she wrote.

That delicate balance between seriousness and temptation creates a unique tension throughout the space.

Twenty minutes later, the formulas filled half of the whiteboard.

Liang Yan turned around, tapped the board with a marker, and smiled, "Now, Xu, please solve this potential trap problem."

Xu Yun stood up and walked to the whiteboard.

When he took the pen from her, he deliberately brushed his fingers against her palm.

Liang Yan's eyelashes trembled, but her expression remained serious.

He started solving the problem, wrote two lines, and then suddenly stopped.

"teacher……"

He turned his head to the side. "I don't quite understand this step."

Liang Yan leaned closer to look: "Where?"

"here."

Xu Yun pointed to the formula, while his other hand naturally rested on her waist, and asked with a smile, "How should the continuity condition of the wave function be applied?"

Liang Yan's body visibly stiffened.

But she quickly regained her composure, smiling as she said, "You see, at the boundary, the wave function and its first derivative must be continuous, so we can write out these two equations..."

As she explained, Xu Yun's hand slowly slid from her waist to her hips.

The skirt was made of a very thin fabric, and he could clearly feel the lace at the edge of the stockings.

"Student Xu!"

Liang Yan's voice remained steady, but her breathing was erratic. She smiled and said, "Please concentrate on the lecture."

"I'm very focused."

Xu Yun whispered in her ear, "Is the perfume Teacher Liang is wearing today a new one?"

"..."

"The words on the whiteboard."

His lips almost touched her earlobe as he chuckled, "It's written a little crookedly."

Liang Yan finally turned around, her eyes behind her glasses staring at him, but there was no anger in her eyes, only something suppressed and about to burst forth.

She reached out and ripped off his tie.

"Disobedient students".

She said, "You should be punished."

The glasses were taken off and gently placed on the coffee table.

The folder slid onto the carpet, and the "homework sheets" inside floated out.

Xu Yun glanced at it and realized that it wasn't a physics problem at all, but a handwritten list of rather drastic "punishment items".

He laughed and said, "Teacher Liang is very well prepared."

"Shut up."

Liang Yan kissed him directly, her fingers already unbuttoning the second button of his shirt.

The formulas on the whiteboard gradually blurred, and the marker marks diffused with friction, merging into a dark blue haze.

Physics gives way to more primitive dynamics; Schrödinger's cat is both dead and alive, and at this moment they are both having tutoring and doing things that have nothing to do with tutoring.

Afterwards, the two lay on the living room carpet, Liang Yan's head resting on Xu Yun's chest.

"What would you like to play next?" Xu Yun asked, playing with her hair.

"I haven't decided yet."

Liang Yan said lazily with a smile, "Maybe a nurse? Or... a female detective?"

"It will be all right."

Xu Yun kissed her forehead and smiled, "As long as you're happy."

Such simple and pure interaction, without the interruption of a child's cries or the need to take care of a small life, is truly relaxing.

But Xu Yun knew that this relaxation was only temporary.

Like the calm before the storm, the true rhythm of his life was always being propelled forward by one event after another.

My phone vibrated.

Xu Yun glanced at the message; it was a text from Chen Xin: "Miaomiao is asleep again. Are you done on your end?"

He replied, "Soon. You should get some rest."

Then came Li Jinshu's message: "The meeting in Paris is over, I'm going back to China tomorrow. I miss you."

Su Mu's message: "My birthday is next month. I'm telling you in advance so you can make time."

Ning Qian said, "I've learned another dish. When will you come and try it?"

Song Xiaowei, Song Siqi, Jian Shiwei... messages from each of them popped up at different times.

Xu Yun replied to each one.

Sometimes he wonders what his life would be like without the abilities the system provided, the responsibilities he bore, and the relationships he built.

It might be simpler, but it would most likely also be more... boring.

Liang Yan looked up at him and asked, "Busy again?"

"Not at the moment."

Xu Yun put down his phone and replied, "But it should be soon."

His premonitions are always very accurate.

Three days later, in Shenzhen, at the South China headquarters of Yungang Capital.

Zhong Yanyan's office occupies an entire half-floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline of Futian CBD.

She sat behind her desk, opposite her uncle Zhong Wenshan.

This man, who has been navigating the business world for thirty years, now had a furrowed brow and held a thick document in his hand.

"Nvidia's market value has fallen by 40 percent in the past three months."

Zhong Wenshan pushed up his reading glasses and said, "As soon as our chips were shipped, their high-end market was halved, and Huang Renxun couldn't sit still."

Zhong Yanyan nodded and said, "Last week they contacted Goldman Sachs to discuss cooperation."

I did as you said; I neither directly refused nor agreed.

"You did the right thing."

Zhong Wenshan put down the documents and said, "This matter must be decided by Xu Yun. He has the technology, and he also needs to control the direction."

"uncle."

Zhong Yanyan hesitated for a moment, then asked in return, "Do you think... Xu Yun will agree to cooperate?"

Zhong Wenshan remained silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

“Based on my understanding of him, no, at least not in the way Nvidia wants to cooperate. That young man…” He paused, as if searching for the right words, and said, “His vision is not on business competition, but on a larger chessboard.”

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Xu Yun walked in.

He was dressed simply today: dark casual pants, a light gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and no tie.

But even with such casual attire, he didn't feel out of place walking into this top-of-the-line office; on the contrary, the entire space seemed to gravitate towards him.

"Uncle Zhong."

Xu Yun first shook hands with Zhong Wenshan, then looked at Zhong Yanyan.

Zhong Yanyan got up to pour him some water and asked, "Are you tired from flying all this way?"

"It was alright, I took a nap on the Gulfstream."

Xu Yun sat down on the sofa and went straight to the point, asking, "What did Nvidia say?"

Zhong Yanyan pushed the folder in front of him and said, "This is their initial intention, which they sent through an intermediary."

The core demand is just one thing: technology sharing and market sharing.

They want to obtain a license for our chips, or at least a partial license for our architecture, and then jointly develop the next generation of products.

Xu Yun flipped through the documents very quickly, almost reading ten lines at a glance.

Five minutes later, he closed the folder.

“Tell them I can meet and talk.”

He said, "They will decide the time and place, but it would be best if it were in Shenzhen. I don't want to fly too far."

"You're willing to talk?" Zhong Wenshan asked, somewhat surprised.

"Being willing to talk doesn't mean you'll agree."

Xu Yun smiled and said, "But we should at least hear what they have to say, and..."

His eyes became deep.

"I also want to know how this legendary figure in the chip industry would react in the face of true technological superiority."

Zhong Wenshan and Zhong Yanyan exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

Xu Yun wasn't there to negotiate; he was there to "observe."

A week later, at the private clubhouse of Shenzhen Bay No. 1.

Huang Renxun arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The entrepreneur, in his sixties, wore his signature leather jacket and had his hair meticulously combed, but the dark circles under his eyes betrayed his anxiety over the past few days.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sea view outside, unconsciously twirling a coin in his hand.

"General Manager Huang."

The assistant whispered a reminder: "They've arrived."

Huang Renxun turned around and his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly when he saw the person who walked in.

He certainly knew that Xu Yun was young—the records showed he was only twenty-nine years old.

But knowing something and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things.

The young man in front of me looked to be under twenty-five years old. He was tall and had a composed gait. His face showed no shrewdness or wariness typical of a seasoned businessperson, only a kind of... calmness.

That calmness wasn't feigned; it stemmed from a certain absolute confidence.

What caught Huang Renxun's attention even more was the woman behind Xu Yun, Zhong Yanyan.

The actual operator of Yungang Capital is also the direct competitor that caused Nvidia to suffer repeated defeats in the past three months.

Today she wore a well-tailored suit skirt, her long hair was tied up, her expression was calm, but her eyes were sharp.

"Mr. Huang, it's an honor to meet you." Xu Yun extended his hand.

"Mr. Xu is younger than I imagined."

Huang Renxun shook hands firmly: "This is President Zhong. We spoke on the phone."

The three of them took their seats.

After the club's waiters served tea and snacks, they quietly left, the door was closed, and only they remained in the room.

"Mr. Huang, time is precious, let's get straight to the point."

Xu Yun spoke without any pleasantries, saying, "I know Nvidia wants to cooperate. Tell me your terms."

Huang Renxun paused.

He had prepared a negotiation strategy for three whole days, anticipating all possible reactions from the other party, but he did not expect Xu Yun to be so direct.

This disrupted his rhythm.

"it is good."

He took a deep breath and said, "Nvidia is willing to pay five billion dollars to purchase a non-exclusive license to your company's chip technology."

At the same time, we can share manufacturing capacity and jointly develop the next generation of AI chip architecture.

Regarding the markets, the Asian market is yours, the European and American markets are ours, and other regions will be allocated proportionally.

After saying that, he stared at Xu Yun's face, trying to see any emotional fluctuations.

But Xu Yun's expression remained unchanged. He picked up the teacup, blew on the floating leaves, took a sip, and then put it down.

“I appreciate Mr. Huang’s sincerity,” Xu Yun said, “but our cooperation methods may be a little different.”

"please say."

"I can provide full technical support."

Xu Yun slowly said, "From architecture design to manufacturing process, from driver optimization to algorithm adaptation."

Nvidia has the world's most advanced manufacturing facilities and supply chain system; I don't plan to rebuild that part—it would be too wasteful.

Huang Renxun's heart began to race. This sounds... amazing?

"but……"

Xu Yun continued, "I need to control who supplies the chips. In other words, I decide which customers can get what level of chips, and when they can get them."

Nvidia handles the manufacturing, delivers according to my specifications, and earns a reasonable profit from contract manufacturing.

The room was silent for five seconds.

Huang Renxun thought he had misheard: "Mr. Xu means... that we should become contract manufacturers?"

"More accurately, it's a technology partner plus a manufacturing partner."

Xu Yun corrected, "You can still retain your own brand and some product lines, but in the field of high-end AI computing chips, you must follow my rules."

"This is impossible."

Huang Renxun's voice turned cold as he refused, "Nvidia is not Foxconn. We are a technology company, not a contract manufacturer."

"I know."

Xu Yun nodded and said, "But the reality is that my technology is at least two generations ahead of yours."

Mr. Huang should understand what the evaporation of your market value over the past three months means: the market is voting with its feet.

They saw a future, a future that wasn't on Nvidia's existing technological path.

This is a very direct statement, even somewhat cruel.

Huang Renxun's fingers clenched tightly.

Of course he knew.

He understands better than anyone the crisis Nvidia is currently facing.

It's not business competition, but a technological gap.

Just like Nokia when the smartphone era arrived, and Kodak when digital cameras became widespread, this is a change in the competitive landscape itself.

"We can conduct joint research and development."

Jensen Huang made a final effort, saying, "Nvidia has a team of engineers with thirty years of experience, the best industry-academia-research network in the world, and..."

"I have all of those."

Xu Yun interrupted him, laughing, "And it's even better."

He spoke without any boasting, as if stating a fact such as "the weather is nice today."

But it was this calm certainty that sent a chill down Huang Renxun's spine.

"Mr. Xu."

Jensen Huang took a deep breath and said, "If we follow your plan, Nvidia will lose its technological dominance."

This has never happened in the company's history; the board of directors will never agree to it, and the shareholders will not allow it.

“I understand.” Xu Yun stood up. “Then we can’t cooperate.”

Zhong Yanyan also stood up, without saying a word the whole time.

"and many more."

Huang Renxun stopped them and asked again, "Isn't there any other possibility? Equity swap? Joint venture? Any form of deep integration is open to discussion!"

Xu Yun turned around at the door and looked at him for a few seconds.

"General Manager Huang."

He said, "You've misunderstood something. I'm not here to ask for cooperation; I'm here to offer choices."

Option one, cooperating in my way, will allow you to still have a place in the new era.

Option two: Reject, and you will be eliminated.

There is no third option.

He pushed open the door and walked out with Zhong Yanyan.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Huang Renxun stood there, his back, beneath his leather jacket, was already soaked with cold sweat.

He suddenly remembered that twenty years ago, he had said the same thing to a long-established graphics company.

At that time, he was an innovator and a disruptor.

Now, the positions have been reversed.

The assistant cautiously pushed the door open and entered: "Mr. Huang, they've left. Next..."

"Book a flight back to the United States."

Huang Renxun's voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Call an emergency board meeting."

"About the cooperation..."

"It's broken."

Huang Renxun looked out the window. The sky over Shenzhen was a clear, bright blue, and the city's vibrancy made him feel a glaring sense of irony.

"It's completely broken."

He knew that the war had only just begun.

On the way back, Zhong Yanyan finally spoke up: "You didn't actually plan to cooperate, did you?"

"I've considered it."

Looking at the fleeting street scenes outside the window, Xu Yun replied, "If they are willing to accept that proposal."

"But they can't accept it."

"I know."

Xu Yun turned to look at her and smiled, "So the outcome was already predetermined."

"Then why bother talking?"

Three reasons.

Xu Yun raised his finger and said, "First, I want to see Huang Renxun for myself."

Secondly, let the outside world know that we tried to cooperate, but the other party refused.

third……"

He paused, his gaze becoming distant.

"Third, I want everyone to see clearly the rules of the new era—the rules are set by the technology leaders, not the other way around."

Nvidia refuses to be a foundry today, but someone else will be willing tomorrow. TSMC, Samsung, even Intel—they'll all be lining up to talk.

Zhong Yanyan fell silent.

She suddenly realized that Xu Yun wasn't negotiating, but rather "setting the rules."

He wants the entire industry to understand that, from now on, the rules of the game have changed.

Xu Yun leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Negotiations have broken down, war is about to begin, Nvidia will retaliate, the entire Silicon Valley will be shaken, and the capital markets will have a chain reaction...

All of these things require his attention. (End of Chapter)