A live stream of someone hand-making a giant white robot attracted the attention of the government,

Su Wanqing's fingers touched the cold jar, and a shiver ran through her entire body.

She had just built a wall around him in front of the world's cameras, exhausting all her energy and courage. And this man, the instigator who turned the world upside down, dismissed her with a can of Coke worth three yuan.

Overtime pay?

An unnamed fire, mixed with extreme exhaustion, shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She took the can of cola, her fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure, but she didn't open it.

"Chairman Bai."

She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of those two words.

"As the chairman of Zero Boundary Technology, are you planning to hide in the lab and dump all the mess on me, the CEO?"

Bai Che tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought about the question.

His cheap T-shirt was stained with dust, and his hair was a bit messy. He didn't look like a tech godfather who had just rewritten the history of physics at all. Instead, he looked like a teenager caught playing games all night.

"Otherwise what?"

He asked back, as if it were perfectly reasonable.

"Am I supposed to play a pointless question-and-answer game with those reporters? Or go have tea and meetings with those bureaucrats? That's too much trouble."

He shrugged, giving off an expression that said, "How could I possibly do something like that?"

"Leave professional matters to professionals. Mr. Su, you are very professional."

She felt her blood pressure soaring.

"So, in your view, my expertise is simply to handle these 'troubles' for you?"

"Yes."

Bai Che nodded decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

He looked at Su Wanqing's face, which was flushed with anger, and suddenly added a sentence.

"Mr. Su, you look very handsome on stage."

Su Wanqing's prepared questions instantly got stuck in her throat.

Her mind went blank for a moment.

That bastard...

He slaps you, then gives you a piece of candy; it's always so precise, so sudden.

"I'm going back to the lab."

Bai Che didn't give her another chance to retaliate. He waved his hand at her, put his hands back in his pockets, and turned around to walk unsteadily toward the direction of the laboratory building.

That figure, just like in the photo, was relaxed and carefree, as if it had shut out the hustle and bustle of the world behind it.

Su Wanqing held the cold can of cola, standing still. The evening breeze cooled her feverish mind a little.

No.

We can't just let it go like this.

She is the CEO of Zero Boundary Technology, not a nanny to clean up his messes.

She had to make him understand that this company wasn't his personal playground.

She wanted him to know that, as the chairman of the board, he had to shoulder his due responsibilities.

With this thought in mind, Su Wanqing dragged her leaden legs and headed towards the laboratory building.

She was going to see him for their first formal conversation as CEO and chairman.

……

The laboratory building was silent late at night.

Only a sliver of light shone through the crack in the door to Bai Che's private laboratory.

Su Wanqing stood at the door and took a deep breath.

She had already prepared her opening remarks, starting with the company's future development, the chairman's rights and responsibilities, and the division of labor and cooperation between the two. She wanted to use the most rigorous logic and the clearest structure to completely wake up this tech geek who was immersed in his own world.

She could even picture the impatient expression on Bai Che's face, which was usually averse to trouble.

She pushed open the unlocked door.

The anticipated scene of the robotic arm waving did not appear, nor were there any noisy sound effects from games or movies.

The laboratory was empty.

Only a lone desk lamp was lit on the workbench, illuminating an open laptop and a note pressed on top of it.

Su Wanqing frowned.

What about people?

She walked to the worktable and picked up the note.

Above is Bai Che's calligraphy, which is surprisingly beautiful despite its flamboyant and elegant style.

"President Su, thank you for your hard work."

"I've done your homework for you."

Operation?

Su Wanqing's anger flared up again in an instant.

That bastard!

He actually used such a primary school student-like tone to make fun of himself?

She resisted the urge to crumple the note into a ball and turned her gaze to the lit laptop screen.

She wanted to see what kind of "homework" he had written for her.

The next second, all her movements froze.

On the screen was an open document with a huge title; every word felt like a heavy hammer blow to her heart.

"Strategic Plan for Zero Boundary Technology's Subsequent Public Opinion Response, Capital Risk Avoidance, and Initial Commercialization Path".

This...this is...

Su Wanqing's breathing suddenly stopped.

Her fingers trembled as she gripped the mouse and slid it down.

Part 1: Public Opinion Guidance and Brand Image Building.

It detailed all the possible voices that might appear online starting tonight. From technological mythology to conspiracy theories to the theory of praise to kill... almost every kind of media trap she could think of, and even some she hadn't thought of, was listed, and detailed countermeasures were given for each, specifying exactly when, through which channels, and what kind of content should be released to counter them.

Their level of professionalism made her public relations team, which she, the student council president, so proud of, look ridiculously naive.

She continued to slide down.

Part Two: Capital Risk Avoidance and Legal Firewall Construction.

The very first page is an in-depth analysis of the question posed by the Wall Street Journal reporter, thoroughly examining the linguistic traps and potential subsequent capital attacks.

The text then lists several of the most common methods used by American capital to "strangle" emerging technology companies: patent litigation, hostile takeovers, poaching of technical talent, and supply chain suppression.

Behind every tactic lies a complete countermeasure plan.

From how to leverage domestic laws and regulations to establish technological barriers, to how to apply for a series of seemingly unrelated but cross-protected "patent traps," and then to how to build a top-notch legal and financial team...

This is no longer a contingency plan.

This is a war manual.

Su Wanqing felt a layer of cold sweat seep out of her back.

She thought she had won a brilliant victory at the press conference, but compared to this document, her on-the-spot reaction was insignificant.

She continued to slide the mouse, her fingers already feeling a little numb.

Part Three: Exploring Initial Commercialization Paths

The document categorizes all potential areas of cooperation within China, from the State Grid Corporation of China to military enterprises and major mobile phone and automobile manufacturers.

Behind each potential partner is a detailed background investigation report, SWOT analysis, and a point of entry for cooperation and risk assessment.

Even the framework agreements for several cooperation models for the first phase of technology licensing have been drafted.

Openness, cooperation, and win-win outcomes, yet firmly grasping the core lifeline.

Her previous grand pronouncements on stage, "Leading the revolution, welcoming cooperation," finally found a concrete framework in the face of this document.

She flipped through the pages one by one, her brain buzzing from the overwhelming amount of information.

Information warfare, capital warfare, legal warfare, business warfare...

All the storms she, as CEO, was about to face, all the difficulties and obstacles she could and could not imagine, were rehearsed in advance by this man with a casual "assignment" and the optimal solution was provided.

Behind every plan and every decision lies a massive data model and logical deduction, so rigorous it's almost unbelievable.

This is something a student couldn't possibly write.

It's like a seasoned strategist, standing in the future, overlooking the entire game, and then effortlessly paving the way for her.

He wasn't trying to shift the blame.

He wasn't running away.

He simply cleared all the landmines, set up all the artillery emplacements, and even prepared the victory flag for her before she rushed onto the battlefield, all in his own way.

He was in charge of creating that new world.

And he, too, personally crafted for her the scepter to rule this new world.

Su Wanqing stared blankly at the blinking cursor on the screen.

The phrase "I've done your homework for you" took on a completely new meaning in her mind at that moment.

That wasn't a joke, nor was it showing off.

It was a kind of domineering yet unreasonable tenderness.

A surge of scalding warmth welled up in her eyes without warning, blurring the entire world around her.

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her sore eyes, trying to suppress the uncontrollable wetness.

She looked around the empty laboratory, yet it seemed as if the man's shadow was everywhere. Finally, she could no longer hold back and squeezed out a curse with a heavy nasal tone through her teeth.

"That...bastard."