The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Zhou Heng, accompanied by two assistants, stood like three guardian deities in the corridor of the Department of Neurology at the Third Provincial Hospital.

Li Jianmin and his wife huddled in the corner of the bench, Li Jianmin clutching the newly signed statement tightly, his knuckles turning slightly blue from the force.

The way he looked at Chen Zhi now was no longer that of a "rich young man," but rather that of a living Yama who could send him to jail at any moment.

"Zhiyi, then we'll head back now."

Li Xiuqin, carrying her bag, forced a smile.

"If your grandfather wakes up, remember to call your aunt."

Li Zhiyi stood beside Chen Zhi and nodded gently, "Okay, Auntie, take care."

Only after the group of relatives slunk into the elevator did the air in the corridor finally become completely quiet.

Zhang Guifang breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Chen Zhi, and scolded in a low voice, "You brat, you didn't even tell me before calling the lawyer. Look how scared you've scared your grandma."

Chen Zhi leaned his cane to the side and plopped down on the bench.

"Mom, these kinds of family matters can't be resolved by reasoning; we have to deal with the law."

"People like them, if you give them face, they'll think you're easy to bully. You have to put a knife to their throats before they'll know who's in charge."

Li Zhiyi walked up to Chen Zhi, squatted down, and picked up his coat that had fallen to the side.

"Chen Zhi, thank you."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of lingering fatigue.

Chen Zhi reached out and ruffled her hair. "Alright, don't be so polite with me. Lawyer Zhou and the others haven't left yet. They'll stay in the provincial capital for the next few days until Grandpa is discharged from the hospital."

"If your uncle and his family dare to cause any more trouble, call Attorney Zhou directly."

Li Zhiyi bit her lip and rested her head on Chen Zhi's knee.

……

half a month later.

Deep Space Technology, Beijing Headquarters.

The once spacious CEO office is now piled high with various blue folders and thick financial statements.

Dai Dama stormed in, carrying a document.

"Boss, the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) has approved it!"

"Morgan Stanley and Hillhouse Capital have sent over the final subscription list; it's oversubscribed by a full forty times!"

Chen Zhi was sitting behind his desk, looking at the code on the screen.

He looked up and glanced at Dai Dama.

"What's the rush? This was expected."

Dai Dama slammed the document on the table.

"As expected? Boss, this is the largest IPO in Nasdaq history!"

"With an initial valuation of $520 billion, if the price doubles at the opening, we'll be the world's most valuable tech company!"

"Do you know how crazy the media is? Reuters, Bloomberg, even Time magazine want to interview you."

Chen Zhi closed his laptop, leaned back in his chair, and turned to look out the window.

In early summer in Beijing, the sunlight has already begun to be quite dazzling.

"Old Dai, going public is just a means, not an end."

"How's the computing power resource I requested from Nvidia?"

Dai Dama paused for a moment, then quickly flipped to another report.

"In the next three years, Deep Space Technology will be ahead of Microsoft and Google in terms of priority chip supply rights."

"The condition is that we open up MossOS so they can do deep adaptation."

Chen Zhi sneered, "Dream on. Adaptation is fine, but don't even think about the underlying architecture."

As they were talking, the office door was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue walked in wearing a smart black suit dress.

She was holding a tablet computer, and her expression was even colder than usual.

"Mr. Chen, the private jet is ready. It will take off at 2 PM this afternoon, flying directly to New York."

She looked at Chen Zhi with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Have you made arrangements for Li Zhiyi?"

Chen Zhi touched his nose. "She stayed in Beijing to take care of Grandpa. The old man was just discharged from the hospital and it's not suitable for him to travel."

Pei Ningxue gave a soft snort and handed over the tablet computer.

"This is the Nasdaq bell-ringing procedure. Also, regarding Lin Wanwan..."

She paused for a moment, her tone becoming somewhat playful.

"Su Man said that Lin Wanwan is currently attending a closed music festival in Boston and cannot be contacted."

Chen Zhi's hand, which had just taken the tablet, froze for half a second.

"understood."

Pei Ningxue didn't miss his subtle reaction and moved a little closer.

"Tomorrow, all the world's cameras will be on you. If the media captures you, the CEO with a net worth of hundreds of billions of dollars, looking disoriented on the streets of New York, Deep Space's stock price might drop by a limit up."

Chen Zhi looked up at her and suddenly smiled.

"President Pei, are you jealous, or are you concerned about the company's market value?"

Pei Ningxue straightened up and adjusted her collar.

"I only care about my stock options. After all, I've never seen what a $500 billion fireworks display looks like."

……

New York, Manhattan.

On the giant screen in Times Square, Deep Space Technology's logo occupied the most prominent position.

The black background with blue lettering, "Deep Space Tech," exudes an irrepressible ambition.

Chen Zhi stood on the top floor of a hotel opposite Times Square, holding a cup of black coffee that had gone cold.

"Boss, there are four hours left."

Dai Dama stood behind, swaying back and forth in his suit.

He had never worn such expensive clothes before, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"I just checked the grey market trading, and the price has already surged to $120, which is 50% higher than the offering price."

Chen Zhi didn't turn around, but simply asked a question.

"Is it raining in Boston?"

Dai Da-mai was taken aback. "Huh? Let me check."

"No."

Chen Zhi put down the coffee cup.

He took out his phone and tapped on the profile picture that had been pinned to the top for a long time, but he had never dared to send a message to it.

Lin Wanwan's profile picture is still a photo of a cactus.

He typed a few words: "I'm going to ring the bell."

After thinking about it, I deleted it word by word.

In the end, he only sent one sentence: "Are you there?"

The message was sent out, but it disappeared without a trace, receiving no response.

Chen Zhi put his phone back in his pocket and took a deep breath.

"Let's go to Nasdaq."

……

The Nasdaq trading floor.

This place brings together the world's top investment banking professionals and media reporters.

Chen Zhi entered the hall surrounded by bodyguards and executives.

The representative from Hillhouse Capital walked over with a smile and firmly shook Chen Zhi's hand.

"Mr. Chen, congratulations. After today, you will be an idol for young people all over the world."

Chen Zhi smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you're too kind. Let's all make a fortune together."

Pei Ningxue stood to Chen Zhi's left. Although Li Zhiyi was not present, her name appeared in the first list of legal advisors for Deep Space Technology.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The countdown began.

Chen Zhi pressed his hand on the button that symbolized the pinnacle of wealth.

A series of images suddenly flashed through his mind.

The helplessness of being in the cradle on the first day of rebirth.

On a night when Peking University and Dai Dama were working through the night modifying code.

The despair of chasing Pei Ningxue in the torrential rain in Jiangcheng.

There's also the song "Accomplishment" that Lin Wanwan sang for him.

"Three, two, one!"

"Bang!"

Golden ribbons of color rained down from the sky.

From the moment the market opened, the curve on the screen climbed upwards at an almost vertical angle.

520 billion.

Six hundred billion.

700 billion.

The fluctuating numbers have lost their monetary significance and have become more like a ritual of power.

Chen Zhi stood on the stage, looking at the frenzied crowd below.

He suddenly felt a bit bored.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He avoided the camera and quietly took it out for a glance.

It's a WeChat message.

From: Lin Wanwan.

The photo shows a girl wearing a simple white T-shirt and with short hair standing in front of a giant screen on a street in Boston.

On the screen was a live broadcast of Chen Zhi ringing the bell.