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The office door closed behind me.

Ji Yanran looked up, saw who it was, and slammed the pen in her hand onto the drawing with a thud.

"Yo."

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement created several sharp creases in her well-tailored off-white business suit.

"Isn't this our CEO, Mr. Li?"

Ji Yanran raised an eyebrow.

"What brings you to the company today? You're always so elusive, never around. You're either on your way to a foot bath or on your way to meet up with a girl."

Li Yichen had just walked to the other side of the desk.

He paused, his footing slightly.

Soaking your feet? Asking a girl out?

This woman is certainly well-informed.

But he wasn't angry. He just raised his right hand, touched the bridge of his nose, and gave a dry laugh.

"Yanran, please stop teasing your boss."

Li Yichen pulled out the leather chair opposite Ji Yanran. He sat down, his back sinking into the soft backrest.

"It's all because of you. You're so capable, managing the company so well. Whether I'm here or not, what difference does it make?"

He spread his hands.

"Your talent only shines when I'm not around. Don't you agree?"

Ji Yanran pouted.

She wanted to retort, but the words stuck in her throat. When this person praised her, there was always an air of certainty that they could twist any fallacy into truth. Continuing to argue would only make her seem unreasonable.

Forget it.

Ji Yanran picked up the pen, capped it, and placed it next to the drawing.

"Okay, okay. Whatever the boss says is right." She raised her hand to brush a stray hair behind her ear. "Then may I ask—what gust of wind blew you to the company today?"

Li Yichen leaned forward, placing his hands, clasped together, on the glass surface of Ji Yanran's desk.

"Yanran, how's the matter I asked you to handle a few days ago?"

Ji Yanran knew exactly what he was referring to.

The liquid cooling pipes and high-voltage cables on the 32nd floor. Three days ago, Li Yichen left with those words, leaving her alone to slam her fist on the table at the renovation company's project manager—"If you can't finish this in three days, don't even think about winning any future renovation projects for Future Technology."

That night at 11 p.m., she was still standing on the 32nd floor overseeing the progress. Half of the anti-static flooring had been torn up, and galvanized steel pipes for liquid cooling were piled up haphazardly in the corridor. The workers were working in three shifts around the clock, and the sound of electric drills was so loud that the entire floor was shaking.

"Just finished drying this morning."

Ji Yanran took an acceptance report out of the drawer and pushed it across the table.

"Wall grooving, liquid cooling pipe laying, high-voltage cable pre-embedding, load-bearing reinforcement, and an independent dual-circuit power supply system—all done according to your requirements."

She touched the red stamp in the last column of the acceptance report with her fingernail.

"The renovation company's people have been working day and night. Yesterday at midnight, the project manager sent me a WeChat message saying that one of the workers was so exhausted that he vomited."

Li Yichen picked up the acceptance report. He flipped through two pages. Then he put it down.

"OK."

He leaned back in his chair.

"The supercomputer will arrive tomorrow morning. Please make the necessary arrangements to ensure that the installation and debugging are completed by 8 PM tomorrow night."

Ji Yanran's hand, which was holding the teacup, stopped in mid-air.

Tomorrow morning?

It's only been a few days—less than four days from the day we talked about installing a supercomputer on the 32nd floor until now.

A supercomputer is not an ordinary server. That's something only national-level laboratories have. Just transporting it requires a special military convoy. Roads need to be closed along the way, police cars need to clear the way, and special shockproof and magnetic-proof transport containers are needed. Not to mention the subsequent installation, debugging, network connection, and stress testing—the normal process would take at least a month.

But now Li Yichen says he'll arrive tomorrow morning.

And it needs to be installed by tomorrow night.

This is no longer a matter of efficiency.

"Boss."

Ji Yanran placed the teacup on the table. The bottom of the cup hit the glass tabletop with a dull thud.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

"I have a question."

Ji Yanran stared at Li Yichen. Her gaze was fixed on his face, not moving an inch away.

"What exactly is the purpose of this supercomputer you built?"

Li Yichen did not respond.

He saw in Ji Yanran's eyes a curiosity that had been suppressed for a long time and could no longer be contained. He had been bombarding this woman with too much information lately.

She kept quiet and didn't ask.

But now supercomputers are being delivered right to our doorsteps.

To continue to tolerate it would not be professional conduct, but rather a violation of human nature.

Li Yichen stood up.

Walk around the desk.

He walked to Ji Yanran's side.

Then raise your right hand.

Open your palm.

He gently patted Ji Yanran's head.

Soft strands of hair pressed down into his palm. They carried a faint scent of shampoo.

Ji Yanran froze.

My brain completely shut down in that instant.

Is the boss patting her head?

This man, who always has a cold face, speaks his mind, and has such a strong aura that he can silence hundreds of executives—just now reached out and patted her on the head?

She jerked back a step in her chair. The chair legs scraped against the marble floor with a sharp screech. She crossed her arms over her chest, adopting a standard defensive stance.

"Boss!"

Ji Yanran raised her voice by at least eight octaves.

"Just talk—why did you have to start a fight!"

Li Yichen withdrew his hand.

Looking at Ji Yanran's expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

This reaction was exactly the same as the Ragdoll cat downstairs that got its head petted.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Yanran. You just asked me what supercomputers are used for."

Li Yichen put his hands back into his trouser pockets.

I'll tell you now.

Ji Yanran remained in the position of crossing her arms over her chest.

"I've brought in a supercomputer—"

Li Yichen paused for a moment.

"It's preparing for artificial intelligence."

The office was silent for a full three seconds.

Ji Yanran lowered her arms from her chest.

"Artificial intelligence?"

She stood up. She walked to Li Yichen in her high heels. She raised her right hand and placed the back of her hand on Li Yichen's forehead.

Slightly cool.

Normal body temperature.

No fever.

"He doesn't have a fever."

Ji Yanran withdrew her hand.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

She took a step back.

"Artificial intelligence? Boss—that stuff has been everywhere for years. AI writing, AI drawing, AI customer service, it's everywhere. And which company that's entered the AI ​​field in recent years hasn't made leaps and bounds? You're trying to get in now—isn't it too late?"

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Yanran, what you said is true."

He turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the office buildings of Lujiazui are arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. The glass curtain wall reflects the afternoon sun, making one's eyes sting.

"But what's the kind you're talking about—what's it called?"

Li Yichen turned his head to the side.

"Large models? Deep learning? Automated programs driven by low-level code and logic?"

He shook his head.

"Honestly, that thing is at best an artificial form of idiocy."

Ji Yanran stood still.

Artificial stupidity?

These four words slammed into her mind, rendering all the AI ​​products she had previously encountered worthless. She was about to retort when Li Yichen turned back.

"I'm talking about artificial intelligence—"

He took a step forward.

"It is a silicon-based life form that can think and evolve autonomously, and possess independent personality and personal emotions."

Li Yichen stopped in his tracks.

"Just like in the movies—a god living in the wireless network."

Ji Yanran opened her mouth.

Close up.

It opened again.

Shock and bewilderment flashed across her face. In those eyes that had seen countless storms in the business world, only one emotion remained at this moment—absurdity.

How is this any different from a science fiction movie?

Having worked in corporate management for so many years, she's not exactly an expert in the tech world, but she does have basic common sense. Creating true artificial intelligence is no less difficult than creating a completely new life form.

That's not something that can be solved by writing a few lines of code or training a few large models.

That's playing the role of the creator.

"impossible."

Ji Yanran shook her head. The movement was so large that her long, loose hair swung out in several arcs.

"Boss, that's absolutely impossible."

She took a step forward.

"Autonomous thinking? Autonomous evolution? Do you know how much computing power that would require? Do you know that even the most advanced neural networks on Earth can't simulate the neurons in a single fruit fly? What you're talking about—that's creating humans. No, it's creating gods. That's completely against the laws of nature."

Ji Yanran waved her hand.

"Don't waste your energy. You've poured billions in and haven't even made a ripple."

Li Yichen leaned against the aluminum alloy frame of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sunlight streamed in from behind him, cutting a line of light and shadow across his dark gray bespoke suit.

He looked at Ji Yanran, at the woman's furrowed brows and serious expression. She wasn't trying to discourage him; she genuinely believed, from a rational perspective, that this was impossible for him.

But she didn't know where his confidence came from.

Unbeknownst to him, his mind contained two complete technology trees. Unbeknownst to him, the cognitive architecture of artificial intelligence, the emotional weight matrix, and the self-evolving neural network topology—had already taken root deep within his consciousness.

That's not a theory.

Those are production drawings that can be implemented, are complete, and can be directly input into the supercomputer.

"Is that possible?"

Li Yichen pushed open the frame of the floor-to-ceiling window and straightened his body.

"Yanran—"

He smiled.

You'll find out then.