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

It has a unique aroma of millet porridge, mixed with rice oil, that is so strong it's almost unreasonable.

This warm fragrance forcefully pulled Su Wanqing out of her endless exhaustion and darkness.

Her hazy consciousness slowly focused, and the first thing she sensed was the recovery of her body. The aches that felt like they were tearing her bones apart disappeared, replaced by a long-lost feeling of relaxation that stretched to every pore.

It feels warm.

She shifted and felt that in addition to the thin blanket, she was also wearing a warm coat.

It was a black hoodie belonging to Bai Che, washed until slightly faded, still retaining his unique, refreshing soapy scent.

Su Wanqing's body froze instantly.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The laboratory was dimly lit, with only distant lights and server indicator lights flashing. Beside the bed, the chubby white man stood quietly, the smiley face screen on his chest curving upwards.

It stood guard over her all night, like the most loyal protector.

Memories flooded back, and the image of him forcibly lifting her up in his arms yesterday exploded in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush uncontrollably once again.

She sat up, and his coat slipped off her shoulder.

Not far away, the culprit was sitting at a table that had been temporarily cleared out, with his back to her.

He was leisurely sipping something, as if this were not a heavily guarded underground laboratory, but a breakfast stall downstairs from his home.

Beside him, her laptop, which was overwhelmed with emails and almost crashed, was quietly closed.

Su Wanqing lifted the blanket and put her feet on the ground.

She stretched her body and was incredibly energetic.

That bastard, forcing me to sleep for eight hours actually worked.

She walked to the table, where the aroma of food grew stronger. It was a bowl of steaming millet porridge and several plump white steamed buns.

"What time is it?"

Her voice was still a little hoarse, with a languid quality to it.

Bai Che didn't turn around, but pointed to the digital clock on the wall with his spoon.

07: 30.

"Exactly eight hours, no more, no less." He finished the last mouthful of porridge and let out a satisfied sigh. "Big White's mission is complete."

He gestured with his chin, indicating her notebook.

"Those spam emails and interview requests have all been dealt with. Important collaboration intentions have been categorized and placed on the desktop."

His tone was casual and nonchalant, as if he were just casually cleaning up some junk files on her computer.

Su Wanqing didn't say anything, walked to her notebook, and opened it.

The screen lit up, revealing her still sleepy yet aloof face.

The desktop was so clean it looked like it had been formatted.

Yesterday, the inbox she had marked as "hell of pending tasks" was completely empty.

There was only one folder named "High Priority," lying all alone in the center.

Her finger hovered over the touchpad for a few seconds.

Then, she clicked on it.

There were fewer than twenty emails inside.

The title of each letter has been re-edited for easy reference.

[State Grid Corporation of China ~ Cooperation Intent (Level A, Li Jianguo has already communicated)]

[Huake Power Technology Licensing Inquiry (Level B+, Military Background, Further Discussion Possible)]

[BYD Auto ~ Supply Chain Cooperation Exploration (Level B, showing sincerity, available as an alternative)]

Sequoia Capital ~ Investment Intent (Grade C, Impure Motives, Recommended to Postpone)

……

Su Wanqing's brain buzzed.

He managed to filter, categorize, and even rate the flood of emails that she couldn't handle overnight in one morning.

With trembling fingers, she opened the A-level email.

Below the main text, there is an attachment titled "[Notes]".

She clicked on it.

The concise text jumped out.

"1. Core demand: Authorization for the application of room-temperature superconductivity in ultra-high voltage power transmission. This demonstrates sufficient sincerity."

"2. Risk: The other party is too large, and it is easy to lose the bargaining power in the early stages."

"3. Recommendation: Let Li Jianguo handle the negotiations. We will only provide the technical parameters and bottom line, defining the cooperation model as 'output of technical standards,' thus retaining control over the core definition."

"4. Appendix: Draft of Preliminary Cooperation Framework V1.0."

Su Wanqing stopped breathing.

She then opened the C-level email from Sequoia Capital.

The text in the 【Notes】 section is even simpler and more direct.

"1. The dogs of Wall Street come for the smell of blood."

"2. Real purpose: to inject capital to dilute equity, gain board access, steal technology, short sell, and acquire at a low price. A classic three-step kill."

"3. Suggested course of action: No need to reply. I used your email address to send an anonymous collaboration invitation to their arch-rival, Blackstone Group. Let them fight like dogs, it's annoying."

Su Wanqing stared blankly at the line of text.

She could imagine that on the other side of the ocean, on Wall Street, two top financial giants were now engaged in a new round of mutual suspicion and infighting because of a mysterious email.

The person who started all of this simply found them "annoying".

At that moment, her CPU completely overheated.

She clicked on each letter one by one.

Key moments in public opinion guidance, avoiding legal pitfalls, thoroughly investigating the backgrounds of partners, and levers in technology licensing negotiations...

All the tasks that overwhelmed her and left her with countless problems were dissected and analyzed by this man with an almost godlike perspective, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox, and he provided the optimal solution.

He wasn't helping her with her work.

He used his superhuman brain to personally give her, the CEO, an invaluable strategic lesson on how to lead a technological empire.

He finished the work she hadn't completed all night in the time it took to eat breakfast.

Moreover, it was a hundred times more perfect than what she did with all her might.

Shock, admiration, and a touch of inexplicable grievance struck her heart.

She devoted herself wholeheartedly to the company, working tirelessly day and night.

And he, while leisurely eating breakfast, solved all the problems.

This kind of crushing, no, this is no longer crushing, this is soaring to new heights.

Her pride and ability, which she was so proud of, were a complete joke in his eyes.

Su Wanqing turned around and looked at the man who had finished breakfast and was slowly wiping his mouth with a tissue.

A thousand words stuck in my throat, but in the end, they all turned into a heartfelt impulse, tinged with a heavy nasal tone.

"Thank you……"

The voice just fell.

A black bank card suddenly slid off the table and stopped in front of her.

Bai Che tossed away the tissue, leaned back in her chair, put her hands behind her head, and wore that familiar, playful yet lazy smile on her face.

"CEO".

He spoke, interrupting all her emotions.

"The technical consultant worked overtime all night last night, and also provided eight hours of personal security service."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Shouldn't we settle this salary?"