The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi stared at the trending post on the forum's homepage and remained silent for two seconds.

[A CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions answers questions on-site: Will Moss leave us unemployed upon graduation?]

The highly-rated replies below have gone off-topic.

[It is recommended that Chen Zhi be tortured.]

We strongly demand that President Chen promise not to undermine Peking University students.

If he dares to say that AI won't affect employment, I'll submit my resume on the spot and go to deep space to keep an eye on him.

[The abacus beads from upstairs hit me in the face.]

Guo Yang held up his phone, looking as anxious as if he were about to be replaced by AI.

"Godfather, this post is going viral. It got over 200 replies in just ten minutes. The Yingjie Exchange Center is probably packed right now."

Chen Zhi pushed the phone away.

"So what if it's full? It's not like I've never seen people before."

Li Zicong slowly added insult to injury.

"You may have met investors, media, and netizens, but that doesn't mean you've met college students who have been tormented by the 8 AM rush hour."

Zhang Tianyang whispered a reminder.

"College students have a lot of grievances."

Chen Zhi glanced at him.

"Which side are you three on?"

Guo Yang immediately straightened his chest.

"Of course, it's on Godfather's side!"

Li Zicong nodded.

I offer you my emotional support.

Zhang Tianyang nodded in agreement.

"If a fight breaks out on the spot, I'll call the police."

Chen Zhi: "..."

Good brother.

Pei Ningxue stood to the side, looking at the forum comments, and became quite interested.

"Good."

Chen Zhi turned his head and questioned him.

"What's so good about it?"

"The students' questions are more direct than the investors' nonsense." Pei Ningxue handed the phone back to Guo Yang. "Aren't you going to make an AI-era homework system? Then don't be afraid of people asking if AI will take away your job."

Chen Zhi walked out, leaning on his cane.

"President Pei, you're becoming more and more like my life's homeroom teacher."

"I'm just worried that you'll embarrass yourself at school and that it will affect the company's stock price."

"Deep Space is not yet on the market."

"Soon."

……

1:40 PM.

A long queue had already formed outside the Yingjie Exchange Center.

What was originally just an internal discussion within the college turned into a forum that attracted students from the School of Information Science and Technology, Guanghua School of Management, Law School, Chinese Department, and even neighboring Tsinghua University.

The volunteers at the entrance were holding lists, their voices hoarse from shouting.

"Those who haven't registered, please don't push!"

"The venue is full!"

"No one is allowed to stand in the hallway!"

Guo Yang looked at the huge crowd and swallowed hard.

"Godfather, how about we go out the back door?"

Chen Zhi looked at him.

"Didn't you just say that family members would be escorting him?"

"I didn't expect the family to go to such lengths to protect us."

Li Zicong stood to the side and took a picture with his phone.

"This scene is even more exaggerated than some celebrity meet-and-greets."

Chen Zhi subconsciously thought of Lin Wanwan.

He paused for a moment, then quickly suppressed the thought.

Pei Ningxue noticed his brief lapse in concentration and slapped the documents in her hand into his arms.

"Don't just stand there, it's your turn to go on stage."

Chen Zhi looked down.

The first page of the document reads: "Peking University Youth Employment and AI Industry Transformation Symposium".

The line below is in smaller print.

Speaker: Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi's teeth ached from looking at it.

"When did I become a guest speaker?"

The counselor squeezed through the crowd, her smile very kind.

"It was a last-minute adjustment. The college leaders are here, the university's career guidance center is here, and several teachers want to hear you talk about the talent needs of deep space."

Chen Zhi looked at the counselor.

"Teachers, is this a seminar or a campus recruitment event?"

The counselor patted him on the shoulder.

"They're all the same, they're all the same."

Chen Zhi: "..."

……

The venue was packed.

There were also quite a few people standing on both sides of the aisle.

As soon as Chen Zhi entered, applause and cheers erupted from below.

"Mr. Chen!"

"Godfather!"

"Stop calling him 'godfather,' it's damaging Peking University's image!"

"Mr. Chen, will Moss make me unemployed after graduation?!"

Are they still hiring for deep space missions?

Chen Zhi sat down on the stage and first leaned his cane against the edge of the table.

Just as the host was about to begin, Chen Zhi picked up the microphone.

"Just to clarify, students who call their godfather will not get extra points when submitting their resumes."

There was laughter and commotion below.

Guo Yang, who was sitting in the last row, immediately shouted.

"Then call him 'Dad'?"

The audience laughed even louder.

Chen Zhi pointed to the last row.

"Guo Yang, stay behind for a while, I'll arrange a position for you."

Guo Yang was taken aback.

"What position?"

"The company's mascot."

"Does that include room and board?"

"The bag was surrounded by onlookers."

Guo Yang immediately sat down.

The host teacher smiled and took over the conversation.

"Today's discussion will mainly focus on the development of the AI ​​industry and youth employment. Chen Zhi is not only a student at Peking University but also the founder of Deep Space Technology. Please feel free to ask him any questions."

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy wearing glasses in the first row stood up.

"Mr. Chen, I'm a senior in the School of Information Science and Technology."

"I'm quite anxious right now."

"We study algorithms and engineering, but Moss can even write and debug code. Does that mean we'll only be able to assist AI in the future?"

The room quieted down considerably after the question was raised.

Many people were recording videos with their phones.

Chen Zhi held the microphone but didn't rush to answer.

He glanced at the boy.

"Can you write code?"

The boy nodded.

"meeting."

"Can you write code using AI?"

"meeting."

"Have you noticed that people who use AI to write code are much more efficient than those who don't know how to use AI?"

The boy stopped.

Chen Zhi continued.

"A junior programmer used to finish writing a small feature in a week."

"A junior programmer who knows how to use Moss can probably finish it in a day."

Who will the company fire?

The boy thought for a moment.

"People who don't know how to use AI?"

"right."

Chen Zhi moved the microphone closer.

"AI will first eliminate not programmers, but those who are unwilling to upgrade."

People below started taking notes.

Chen Zhi then added a sentence.

"Of course, if all you can do is copy and paste, don't blame Moss for stealing your job. It can copy and paste faster than you, and it doesn't slack off."

The audience laughed again.

The second question soon followed.

A girl stood up.

"Mr. Chen, I majored in Chinese literature. Now that AI can write copy, scripts, and lyrics, what about creators?"

Upon hearing the two words in the lyrics, Chen Zhi paused slightly with his finger.

Chen Zhi did not evade the question.

"AI can write things, but it doesn't know why you're crying, nor why you're unwilling to accept it."

The girl was stunned for a moment.

Chen Zhi used a more straightforward approach.

"AI can help you expand, polish, and organize the structure, and even write ten versions for you to choose from."

"But what truly touches people comes from people themselves."

"What you need to learn in the future is not to compete with AI in terms of speed, but to learn to ask better questions and make more accurate judgments."

Some students muttered to themselves.

"Won't it still curl up?"

Chen Zhi heard it.

"meeting."

He admitted it directly.

"AI won't make the world easier; it will only make it harder for lazy people to get by."

A low chuckle rippled through the room.

These words are hurtful, but nobody takes them seriously.

The third person to stand up was a law student.

"Mr. Chen, won't AI making decisions for people raise liability issues? For example, if Moss helps a user lose money on an investment, or if the initial medical screening is wrong, who is responsible?"

Li Zhiyi, sitting in the audience, looked up at the stage when she heard the question.

Chen Zhi also glanced at her.

"That's a very professional question."

The law students sat up a bit straighter.

Chen Zhi picked up the water on the table and took a sip.

"Moss will not make the final decision for the user."

"It can provide suggestions, evidence, and risk warnings, but the system must mark the key responsibility points before the user confirms."

"The same applies to the deep space plugin market; skills involving law, medicine, and finance must undergo a higher level of review."

The law school students pressed for an answer.

"Who reviews it?"

Chen Zhi naturally pointed to the audience below.

"Our legal team."

Li Zhiyi lowered her head and wrote two words in her notebook: Here we go again.

Pei Ningxue turned her head to look at her.

You'll get used to it.

Li Zhiyi sighed softly.

"I'm not used to it yet."

There was no real conflict between the two, but Chen Zhi almost got fired up by the next question on stage.

A boy in a black windbreaker stood up, his tone much more aggressive than the others.

"Chen Zhi, I want to ask a practical question."

"Deep Space Technology is currently selling mobile phones, developing MossOS, and operating a plugin market all at the same time."

"You said you were giving developers a chance, but in the end you controlled all the entry points."

"Developers work hard to write skills, but you get to decide the pricing, distribution, and commission."

"How is this different from a monopoly?"

The room fell silent.

This is a difficult question to answer.

Many people looked at Chen Zhi on the stage.

Guo Yang frowned.

"Who is this guy? He comes up here and starts labeling people."

Li Zicong glanced at it.

"Not from our college."

Zhang Tianyang spoke softly.

"He seemed to have just come from the media area."

Chen Zhi sat on the stage, not in a hurry.

He looked at the boy.

"What's your name?"

The boy hesitated for half a second.

"Wang Rui".

Which college?

"I... am in management."

Chen Zhi nodded.

Which school?

The boy's expression changed.

Some students below started to make a fuss.

"Not from Peking University?"

"Sneaked in?"

"Economics and Management? Does Peking University even have a department called that?"

The teacher hosting the event also frowned.

"Excuse me, could you please state your identity?"

The boy was forcing himself to stay upright.

"Which school I attend is not important; the question itself is."

Chen Zhi smiled.

"The problem is certainly important."

"But who you are also important."

He looked up at the back row.

"Mom on behalf of Da Mo."

Dai Da-mai, who had been dragged here by Chen Zhi to do manual labor today, was sitting in the corner with his computer when he heard the sound and looked up.

"exist."

"Check the registration QR code system for on-site questions to see if this mobile number exists."

Dai Da's fingers moved rapidly.

The boy looked visibly flustered.

"What right do you have to pry into my privacy?"

Chen Zhi placed the microphone on the table and spoke softly.

"You authorized the system when you scanned the QR code to register. The on-site check-in system is managed by the school. Don't worry, I will only check the publicly registered information."

Less than twenty seconds later, Dai Da Mai looked up.

"Found it."

"The registered name is Wang Rui, and the organization listed is 'Free Media'."

The venue erupted instantly.

"media?"

"Damn, pretending to be a student?"

"Isn't this just stirring up trouble?"

Dai Dama continued speaking.

"The WeChat official account linked to his phone number published an article yesterday titled 'MossOS: A New Monopoly in the Cloak of Innovation.'"

"The article was originally reprinted from a technology column on Baidu Baijiahao."

Even the host teacher couldn't sit still anymore.

The boy got anxious.

"I was just asking a normal question! Is your Deep Space Technology team so afraid of being questioned?"

Chen Zhi picked up the microphone again.

"Afraid."

The entire room fell silent.

The boy was stunned.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, his tone flat.

"I'm particularly afraid of free media like yours that pretend to be students."

"Because you guys are best at breaking a sentence into ten parts and then adding a title."

"For example, I just said that AI will eliminate people who don't upgrade, and you can go back and write it as—Deep Space CEO says: People who can't adapt to AI deserve to be unemployed."

Someone below burst out laughing.

Chen Zhi continued.

"But I will answer your question."

He raised his hand to bring up a blank PowerPoint slide on the big screen and started typing on the spot.

[MossOS Developer Ecosystem Draft]

Article 1: Developers own the intellectual property rights to skill plugins.

Article 2: The platform's commission rate is 0% for the first year.

Article 3: Student developer teams will be exempt from platform service fees for the first three years.

Article 4: Skill pricing is set by the developers themselves; the platform only reviews violations.

Article 5: Deep Space shall not remove compliant plugins without justifiable reasons.

As the words were typed out line by line, the students in the hall began to stir.

"0% commission in the first year?"

"Student teams are exempt from service fees for the first three years?"

"Really?"

Pei Ningxue sat in the audience, her forehead twitching slightly.

She turned to look at Li Zhiyi.

"He added more money at the last minute."

On stage, Chen Zhi saved the PowerPoint presentation.

"These five points will be simultaneously posted on the Deep Space website after the meeting."

"Wang Rui, whether you're classmates or not, it's a worthwhile question you asked."

The boy looked very unwell.

Chen Zhi, however, did not let him off the hook.

"But don't pretend to be a student next time."

"Peking University students generally don't include the press release title when asking questions."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Someone started clapping.

"good!"

"On-site debunking!"

"Qiandu is at it again, isn't it?"

The boy turned to leave, but the security guard at the door had already come over, and the teacher in charge also arranged for staff to verify his identity.

Chen Zhi did not continue to attack.

He turned back to the audience.

"We were just talking about the developer ecosystem."

"Since so many students are here today, I'd like to make a quick announcement."

The venue gradually quieted down.

Chen Zhi opened the next slide of the PPT and wrote only four words.

[Peking University Special Session]

Everyone sat up straight.

Chen Zhi held the microphone.

"Deep Space Technology will open the first batch of MossOS student developer beta test slots at Peking University."

"One hundred teams in the first phase."

"Each team can have a maximum of five people."

"For projects that pass the review, Deep Space will provide development funding, computing power, and technical support."

"The company provides a start-up bonus for creating a skill plugin that can be deployed online."

Guo Yang's eyes lit up in the back row.

"How many?"

Chen Zhi looked at him.

Why are you so agitated?

Guo Yang patted his chest.

"I want to start my own business too!"

Li Zicong sabotaged the project.

"You're trying to scam development funds."

Chen Zhi couldn't help but laugh, and then announced the number.

"A single project can be worth up to one million."

There was a half-second silence in the room.

Then it completely exploded.

"How many?!"

"One million? For a student project?"

"Mr. Chen, is it too late for me to withdraw from the course and form a team?"

"Don't push! I'll sign up first!"

The teacher in charge quickly slammed his fist on the table in an attempt to maintain discipline.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

But it couldn't suppress the enthusiasm of the crowd.

This is more effective than any job training seminar.

Students are most afraid of graduating and becoming unemployed.

But if there's a new ticket to the AI ​​era, and someone hands it to you, the mood changes instantly. Especially since this is Deep Space Technology's ticket, a unicorn in the AI ​​world.

Chen Zhi and the others discussed the matter for a while before continuing.

Don't be too happy yet.

"Money in deep space isn't easy to come by."

"I don't want to start a business with PowerPoint presentations or slogans."

"Only if it can run, solve real problems, and make users willing to pay, will there be a bonus."

A student from the School of Information Science and Technology immediately raised his hand.

"Mr. Chen, where is the registration link?"

Chen Zhi looked at Dai Dama.

Dai Da-mai lowered his head and frantically typed on the keyboard.

"Three minutes."

Pei Ningxue closed her eyes.

It was her first day back at the company.

This man has already created a million-level university developer program on the spot.

Li Zhiyi turned to a new page in her notebook and began writing: Student team contract template, intellectual property ownership, bonus tax treatment, risks associated with minors—

Pei Ningxue glanced at it.

"You wrote quite quickly."

Li Zhiyi spoke softly.

"He spends money too fast, I'm afraid I can't keep up."

Pei Ningxue was actually amused.

On stage, Chen Zhi had already begun to wrap things up.

"Finally, to answer that question from the forum."

Will AI lead to unemployment upon graduation?

He paused.

"It will cause some people to lose their jobs."

No one in the room laughed anymore.

Chen Zhi continued, holding the microphone.

"But it also allows some people to start their own businesses right after graduation, join new industries right after graduation, and create products that previously could only be made by a large company team."

"If you're afraid of Moss, then learn about it, use it, and transform it."

"Stop just calling me a scumbag on the forum."

Someone in the audience immediately shouted.

"Mr. Chen has been browsing the forum!"

Chen Zhi was very serious.

"I didn't see it; my roommate reported it."

Guo Yang immediately lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

Chen Zhi finished the last sentence.

"The registration link will be sent in three minutes."

"Peking University students are given priority."

"Students from Tsinghua University next door, don't rush, line up at the entrance first."