The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

"Moss, could you help me extract an 800-word abstract for this macroeconomics paper, and also order me a pancake with two eggs and a sausage?"

In room 404 of Peking University, Guo Yang lay on his bed, not moving a finger, and shouted into the air.

The screen of the Meizu Deep Space phone placed on the table lit up.

"Okay. The summary has been generated and sent to your file transfer assistant. The order has been submitted and is expected to arrive in eight minutes. Also, according to your linked school hospital physical examination data, your blood lipids are recently high. We recommend replacing the sausage with lettuce."

Guo Yang rolled his eyes.

"Leave me alone, I just want to eat sausage."

"The instruction has been confirmed, and the sausage has been reserved for you."

Li Zicong sat below playing games, not even looking up. "You're even too tired to get out of bed to grab your phone now, huh?"

"This is called enjoying the benefits of technology." Guo Yang stretched comfortably. "In the past, ordering takeout required opening an app and spending ages choosing. Now it's just a matter of a sentence. This Moss that Chen Zhi created is simply a blessing for lazy people."

Zhang Tianyang pushed up his glasses beside him.

"It's not just a blessing for lazy people. I went to the dentist yesterday, and I didn't even have to make an appointment myself. I just used Moss to take a picture, and it immediately gave me a preliminary screening report and even booked an appointment with a specialist for this afternoon. This thing is amazing these days."

The dormitory door was pushed open.

Chen Zhi walked in, enveloped in the warm breeze of early summer, carrying several cups of iced coffee.

"What are you talking about? It's so scary."

Guo Yang sprang up from the bed with a swift motion, immediately putting on a fawning smile.

"Godfather! What brings you back to the dorm today?"

Chen Zhi threw the coffee onto the table.

"Come back and get some textbooks; there's a closed-book exam this afternoon."

Li Zicong took off his headphones, looked at Chen Zhi, and had a complicated expression.

"Mr. Chen, you're a super-rich man with a net worth of hundreds of billions, and you're taking a Mao Zedong Thought exam with us? Isn't that a bit too surreal?"

It has been a full six months since that Peking University symposium that caused a sensation across the internet.

In the past six months, everything has changed dramatically outside.

Deep Space Technology is not listed, but it just completed its Series C financing last month.

The valuation is $520 billion.

This not only broke the record for the world's youngest company's valuation, but also propelled Deep Space Technology to the pinnacle of the fastest-growing company in human history.

With Chen Zhi's current net worth, he could buy half a school just by plucking a single hair from his leg.

But he still has to go back to school to take the Mao Zedong Thought exam.

"Even hundreds of billions can't exempt me from taking the course." Chen Zhi pulled out a chair, sat down, put in a straw, and took a sip of iced coffee. "If I fail again, my counselor will start nagging me again."

Guo Yang climbed out of bed and picked up a cup of coffee.

"Godfather, to be honest, how much money is your company making right now? I saw on the news yesterday that Baidu's search business has dropped by almost 40% in the past six months, and its stock price has been halved."

Chen Zhi smiled.

"Times have changed."

In the past six months, Deep Space Technology has done something that has offended all the major internet companies in the world.

The MossOS plugin ecosystem is now fully deployed.

Previously, users needed to download dozens of different apps to hail a ride, order takeout, read news, and buy plane tickets on their phones.

No, it's not necessary now.

Users simply need to say to Moss, "I'm going to the airport, and I'll grab a Starbucks on the way."

Moss automatically calls a ride-hailing app to hail a car, and simultaneously places an order through a coffee app, precisely calculating the time so that users can pick up their hot coffee just as they pass by a store.

No app launch page, no opening screen, no cumbersome redirects.

Extreme efficiency.

This directly led to a precipitous drop in the open rate of traditional apps.

Moss directly snatched away the traffic pools that big companies were so proud of.

"Alright, you guys go ahead and study. I'm going back to the company." Chen Zhi picked up his books and didn't stay in the dormitory any longer.

……

Half an hour later, on the 20th floor of the IAPM Center.

Now, not only the 20th floor, but the entire top 10 floors of the IWC have been booked by Deep Space Technology.

As Chen Zhigang walked into the CEO's office, Pei Ningxue pushed the door open and entered.

Today she was wearing a well-tailored beige business suit, her long hair was pulled back, and she was holding a thick document in her hand.

"signature."

Pei Ningxue slammed the document on Chen Zhi's desk.

Chen Zhi glanced down at it.

Deep Space Technology Series C Option Pool Exercise Plan.

"A valuation of 520 billion, and those Wall Street guys finally accepted it?" Chen Zhi picked up a pen and quickly signed his name.

Pei Ningxue pulled out a chair and sat down, crossing her long legs.

"What can we do if they don't recognize it? The open-source alliance that Google and Microsoft formed released their new model last month, and it couldn't even beat Moss's version from six months ago. Now developers all over the world are flocking to our plugin market."

She looked at Chen Zhi, her tone carrying a hint of pride that she herself didn't even realize.

"Mr. Chen, you're now a legitimate billionaire with hundreds of billions of dollars. How does it feel?"

Chen Zhi pushed the signed document back.

"It's alright, except that more people are asking me for money every day."

Pei Ningxue tapped her fingers twice on the table.

"The financial data for the past six months is terrifying. Moss phones have sold over 40 million units worldwide, but that's just the platform. The real money comes from the revenue sharing from MossOS services."

She paused for a moment.

"We've not only hijacked mobile phones, but now even the domestic new energy vehicle systems, smart home systems, and even some of the underlying control systems of industrial manufacturing are being connected to Moss. The Industry 4.0 you mentioned has really arrived."

Habits are a terrible thing.

When humans become accustomed to solving all problems simply by speaking, they can never go back to the era when they needed to tap screens everywhere.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair.

"What's been happening with Baidu lately?"

"Li Mingyuan has been transferred away from the core business line." Pei Ningxue said calmly, "Moss has drained Baidu's search portal, and now they can only rely on selling some old assets to maintain their financial statements."

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Dai Dama walked in, holding a test machine that had just come off the production line.

"Boss, Mr. Pei."

He greeted them and placed the testing machine directly on the table.

"The latest iteration of Moss has taken its multimodal understanding capabilities to a new level. Now it can not only understand human speech, but also analyze users' emotions and micro-expressions in real time through the camera, and proactively provide services."

Dai Da Mai became more and more excited as he spoke.

"This thing is so human now. Last night I was working overtime in the lab and sighed. It actually asked me if I had hit a bottleneck and even played a Great Compassion Mantra for me to calm down."

Chen Zhi's lips twitched.

"Did you write the Great Compassion Mantra yourself?"

"That's not the point," Dai Da-mai adjusted his glasses. "The point is, our daily active users have surpassed 400 million. Right now, no company in the world can pose a threat to us in the AI ​​ecosystem."

Chen Zhi nodded.

"Well done, give the tech department a bonus this week."

Dai Dama walked away, satisfied, carrying the testing machine.

The office fell silent again.

Pei Ningxue picked up the documents on the table and prepared to leave, but stopped abruptly at the door.

She turned to look at Chen Zhi.

"By the way, Mr. Zhang from Hillhouse Capital just called me and wants to invite you to dinner tomorrow night to discuss the upcoming spin-off and listing."

Chen Zhi glanced at the calendar on the corner of the table.

5 month 19 day.

"I'll decline," Chen Zhi said directly.

Pei Ningxue raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Zhang is the largest lead investor in our Series C funding round. You're not even going to give him face?"

"I'm not free tomorrow." Chen Zhi's tone was casual, but there was no room for negotiation. "Cancel all my schedules for tomorrow, including meetings, interviews, and dinners."

Pei Ningxue looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

She is an extremely intelligent woman. Four months ago at Peking University Library, she knew where Chen Zhi's weakness lay.

She also knew what day it was tomorrow.

5 month 20 day.

Chen Zhi's birthday.

It's also someone else's birthday.

Pei Ningxue didn't press for details, but simply nodded slightly.

"Okay, I won't schedule any work for you tomorrow."

She pushed open the door and walked out, her footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

Chen Zhi sat alone behind his desk.

Outside the window, the bright sunshine of early summer in Beijing shines, offering a panoramic view of the bustling CBD.

A business empire worth 520 billion US dollars, the world's top AI ecosystem, a peak that countless people look up to.

But his attention is not on any of these things right now.

Chen Zhi opened the bottom drawer of his desk.

There were no trade secrets or Patek Philippe watches inside, just an ordinary, even slightly yellowed, small cardboard box.

Do not open this page for one year. Once opened, it will be gone forever.

This was the "second gift" that Lin Wanwan personally gave him in the early morning of Jiangcheng six months ago.

Chen Zhi took the box out and placed it on the table.

time flies.

Throughout the year, he didn't make a single phone call to Lin Wanwan, didn't send a single WeChat message, and didn't use any resources to track her down in Boston.

He endured it for a whole year.

He endured until Deep Space Technology grew into an unshakeable behemoth, he endured until his leg injury was completely healed, and he endured until today.

If you count the time, it's been almost ten months since that rainy night in Jiangcheng.

Lin Wanwan has been in Boston for exactly six months now.

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, his fingers gently stroking the rough surface of the cardboard box.

In the past six months, she hasn't given us a single word. We agreed to wait for her to contact us, but this girl is more ruthless than anyone else when she gets serious.

Chen Zhi picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts.

He was too ashamed to call Lin Shuxian and Lin Jing. During the Lunar New Year, he sent them New Year's greetings via text message. Lin Shuxian only replied with an "Mm," and Lin Jing simply pretended not to see it.

He has ruined the two families' twenty-year-long neighborly relationship, turning them into such estrangement.

He could only dial Su Man's number.

After a few beeps, the call was connected.

"President Chen," Su Man said, her voice polite and businesslike.

"Sister Man, are you busy?"

"I just finished showing a new employee around a promotional event. Does Mr. Chen have any instructions?"

"Tomorrow is May 20th," Chen Zhi said, getting straight to the point. "How is she over there?"

Su Man remained silent for two seconds.

"It's great. My studies are going well, I've made new friends, and I've adapted to the food there."

It's always the same few standard answers.

"It's her birthday tomorrow, is anyone going to celebrate with her?" Chen Zhi asked.

"I'm not sure about that. Wanwan is very independent now; she has her own social circle." Su Man's tone softened a bit. "President Chen, the agreed-upon one-year period hasn't ended yet."

"I know," Chen Zhi pinched the bridge of his nose. "I was just asking. Does she have enough money?"

"She received a full scholarship, Mr. Chen, she doesn't need anyone to support her now."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Zhi looked at the darkened phone screen and sighed.

He pulled open the bottom drawer and put the small cardboard box back in.

The office fell silent.

Chen Zhi turned his head to look at the Moss testing machine on the table.

"Moss".

"I'm here, Mr. Chen." The screen lit up.

"Search publicly available video footage from Berklee College of Music in Boston over the past six months, using the following criteria: Wanwan Lin."

In less than ten seconds, several video windows popped up on the computer screen.

Most of them were school-wide performances, and there was also a segment of her singing and playing guitar at a quiet bar on a street corner.

Chen Zhi opened a video.

It was probably recorded by a passerby with their phone.

Lin Wanwan sat on a high stool, holding a wooden guitar. She had short hair and was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans.

She sang an old English song.

Gone is the pampered air of someone who was well protected before; her voice now carries a hint of composure and resilience.

After the song ended, a white boy in the audience whistled loudly, walked up to her with a glass of wine, and started chatting her up.

Lin Wanwan smiled and shook her head, politely declining in fluent English, then slung her guitar over her shoulder and left decisively through the back door.

Chen Zhi pressed the pause button.

The image freezes on her carefree back view.

She has really grown up.

7 PM.

Chen Zhi pushed open the door of Wanliu Academy.

The house was lit by warm yellow lights, and the aroma of pork rib soup wafted from the kitchen.

Li Zhiyi, wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and an apron, was putting the last dish on the table.

When she saw Chen Zhi, she smiled and her eyes crinkled.

"You're back. Wash your hands and eat."

Chen Zhi changed his shoes and walked over, looking at the four dishes and one soup on the table, with a small strawberry cake in the middle.

"It's not my birthday today." Chen Zhi pulled out a chair.

"Tomorrow is your birthday." Li Zhiyi handed him chopsticks. "But President Pei has definitely booked your time tomorrow. Is it okay for me to come a day early?"

Chen Zhi took the chopsticks, grabbed her wrist, and made her sit down next to him.

"I'm not going to the office tomorrow, I'm not going anywhere else."

Li Zhiyi paused for a moment, then shook her head.

"Stop joking around. President Pei even canceled your work for you today. What will she do if you don't show up tomorrow?"

She cut a piece of cake and put it on Chen Zhi's plate.

"Try it, I made it myself, I didn't put in too much cream."

Chen Zhi took a bite.

"tasty."

Li Zhiyi rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"Chen Zhi, are you in a bad mood today?"

"no."

"You can't fool me." Li Zhiyi reached out and gently smoothed his slightly furrowed brow. "It's because tomorrow is Lin Wanwan's birthday, isn't it?"

Chen Zhi paused.

Li Zhiyi withdrew her hand, her tone calm.

"Although you haven't mentioned her in the past six months, I know you've always kept her in your heart. The time is almost up, isn't it?"

After finishing her meal, Li Zhiyi washed the dishes in the kitchen.

The sound of rushing water was loud and clear.

Chen Zhixin was upset and confused.