The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi pushed open the glass door, and the two girls at the front desk quickly stood up to greet him. He nodded and walked straight into the depths of the corridor.

Dai Da-mai's CTO office door was ajar.

Push the door open and go inside.

Standing next to Dai Damai were three young men wearing plaid shirts. These three were doctoral students who had just been recruited from Tsinghua University during the winter break. At this moment, they all had messy hair and were in a state of extreme excitement.

"Boss!" Dai Da-mai suddenly stood up and shoved the keyboard.

Chen Zhi walked over and his gaze fell on the 34-inch curved screen in the middle of the desk.

The screen is paused on a playback video.

"Play it once." Chen Zhi pulled out a chair and sat down.

Dai Dama simply pressed the Enter key.

The screen displays footage from the open-source CARLA autonomous driving simulator. The environment is set to an extremely harsh thunderstorm, with visibility less than ten meters.

The test vehicle was traveling at 120 km/h on a two-lane highway.

A runaway heavy truck suddenly darted out of the blind spot on the right, and at the same time a car in front of the left braked suddenly. There was almost no way to stop it except for Ultraman.

In the video, the test vehicle reacted in 0.01 seconds. The steering wheel was turned to the left with an extremely slight turn and then instantly straightened. The vehicle body slid past the edge of the heavy truck, while the brakes were engaged at the limit of the anti-lock braking system, bringing it to a steady stop half a meter behind the sedan.

"Is this the test from last night?" Chen Zhi asked, staring at the screen.

"This is a section of it," Dai Da-mai said, pointing to the densely packed code on the side of the screen.

"Without any pre-set script, Moss captures images through the camera and calculates the trajectory of all objects on its own. It even predicts the truck driver's remedial actions within 0.1 seconds and makes a risk avoidance decision."

Three doctoral students nodded vigorously beside him. One of the tall boys swallowed hard and said, "President Chen, this decision-making logic is terrifying. Existing autonomous driving relies on an endless rule base to exhaustively list road conditions. It will crash when it encounters special situations it has never seen before. But Moss is thinking; it understands the essence of 'driving'."

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair.

He knew perfectly well what this meant; Moss's abilities were a pure game-changer in this era.

"Has the data in the cloud been completely deleted?" Chen Zhi turned to look at Dai Dama.

Dai Da-mai nodded repeatedly: "After I finished your call, I completely destroyed the cloud backup. All the local logs are on this hard drive." He pointed to a black solid-state drive on the table.

Chen Zhi picked up the hard drive and put it in his hoodie pocket.

"Boss, this is a breakthrough that could revolutionize the industry, are we just going to hide it away like this?" The tall PhD student looked resentful.

Chen Zhi raised her eyelids and looked at him: "What's your name?"

"Wang Yu".

"Wang Yu, do you know how much Tesla invested in FSD last year?" Chen Zhi tapped his fingers on the table. "Billions of US dollars. Several domestic car companies and major manufacturers have all poured astronomical sums into the research and development of autonomous driving."

"If we take this out now, do you think they'll immediately bow down and admit that their billions of dollars in investment are all worthless pieces of paper?"

Wang Yu was stunned.

Chen Zhi stood up and glanced at the four tech enthusiasts.

"They won't. They will use all their capital, public relations, and even administrative means to nip Deep Space Technology in the bud. No car company is willing to entrust its soul to us. If they find that our technology is strong enough to directly replace theirs, they will immediately unite to block us."

The office fell completely silent.

"We're not going to be disruptors." Chen Zhi walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and drew a large pyramid on it. "We're going to be the guy who sells shovels."

"Da Mao, take the three of them and work on degrading Moss's logic suite."

Dai Da-mai's eyes widened: "Deterioration?"

"Yes, remove its core autonomous thinking module and only keep the most basic visual recognition and reaction logic. We want to package it as an assisted driving system, and its performance only needs to be 30% better than the current Tesla."

"Then upgrade at a rate of 20% to 30% per generation."

Chen Zhi tossed the marker back into the pen holder: "Let's save them some face, and also leave them some hope for competition. We'll license this 'Youth Edition' system to domestic car companies, let them compete with their rivals. We'll stay behind and collect patent fees and interface fees; that's the safest way to make money."

The three doctoral students looked at each other, completely stunned by the business logic of this unscrupulous capitalist.

Dai Da-mai was the first to react, pushing up his glasses: "I understand, boss. You want to slowly boil the frog in water, making them technologically dependent on deep space technology until in the end no one can do without us."

Chen Zhi nodded appreciatively.

The office door was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue walked in. She was wearing a beige trench coat and carrying three black folders.

"President Chen, the confidentiality agreement is ready." Pei Ningxue threw the folder on the desk.

Her gaze swept coldly over the three doctoral students, her tone entirely businesslike: "This is a top-level commercial confidentiality agreement. The penalty for breach of contract is 20 million RMB. If you sign it, your stock options for this month will double. If you don't sign, you can go to the HR department now to process your resignation."

The three young PhDs, who had just been immersed in their technological fervor, were so overwhelmed by Pei Ningxue's extremely powerful aura as a female CEO that they didn't dare to utter a sound.

Wang Yu gritted his teeth and was the first to pick up the pen and sign his name. The other two quickly followed suit.

"Very good." Pei Ningxue put away the agreement. "Go back to your workstation and rest for a day. Starting tomorrow, we will initiate the project according to President Chen's requirements."

The doctoral students quickly left the office.

The door closed.

Pei Ningxue turned around and looked at Chen Zhi. The strong woman aura she had just displayed instantly disappeared. She walked up to Chen Zhi and reached out to straighten the collar of his hoodie.

"Why did you rush over so early in the morning? Why didn't you sleep in a little longer?" she complained in a low voice.

Dai Da-mai immediately looked down at his toes, pretending he hadn't seen anything.

Chen Zhi took her hand and said, "I received a series of urgent calls from Da Dong. Data security is the lifeblood of the company, so I have to come and handle it personally."

Pei Ningxue pulled her hand back and glared at him irritably: "Come to my office. I have a few financial statements that I need your signature on. The funds from Beijing Investment Group will be transferred next Tuesday, and we need to set up the overseas transfer route in advance."

The two entered the president's office next door.

As soon as she entered, Pei Ningxue locked the door, leaned against it, and looked at him with her arms crossed.

"Confess, whose phone call did you receive in your dorm room just now?"

Chen Zhi walked to the sofa and sat down, his expression unchanged: "What call?"

"Stop pretending." Pei Ningxue walked over and stared down at him. "Da Mao said that when he called you, your line was busy for ten minutes before he finally got through. Are you that busy so early in the morning?"

Chen Zhi's heart was pounding. This woman's intuition was terrifying.

"It was my mom on the phone," Chen Zhi lied casually. "My mom asked me if I had registered for school yet, and she went on and on about it."

Pei Ningxue looked at him suspiciously for two seconds, then walked behind the desk, sat down, and opened the folder.

"Come over here and sign this. Once you've signed, get out of here and don't get in my way."

Chen Zhi walked over, picked up a pen, and quickly signed his name.

After signing the papers, he went around behind the boss's chair, placed his hands on Pei Ningxue's shoulders, and gently squeezed them with practiced ease.

"Shall we have lunch together?" Chen Zhi asked.

Pei Ningxue closed her eyes to enjoy his massage, her tone languid: "No time, I have a ton of work to do today, you'll have to handle it yourself."

Chen Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he needed time to deal with Lin Wanwan's matter.

"Okay, don't overwork yourself. I have classes this afternoon, so I'll head back to school now."

After leaving the IAPM Center, Chen Zhi did not return to Peking University, but instead found a quiet coffee shop downstairs.

He ordered an iced Americano, leaned back on the sofa, and his mind raced.

Lin Wanwan's variety show finale has been moved up, and she's even requested to bring a mystery guest. If the guest doesn't show up, Lin Wanwan will definitely be very disappointed, and it might even affect her performance in the competition.

He needs to come up with a perfect alternative, not only to help Lin Wanwan win the championship, but also to completely expose the shady dealings in the entertainment industry.