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As Ji Yanran stared at the chibi-style little girl dangling her tiny feet on the central control screen, the string in her mind called "worldview" was still buzzing.

This thing... is far beyond our comprehension.

She turned her head and looked at Li Yichen, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand.

The man was staring straight ahead, his profile flickering in the streetlights. He hadn't shaved his chin, and his whole demeanor exuded a disheveled and weary air, as if he had just crawled out of some secluded laboratory.

But it was this very person who, in just half a month, created this... monster in that server room on the 32nd floor, heavily guarded by the military.

"Boss."

Ji Yanran spoke, her voice still carrying a lingering sense of shock.

"Since Ling'er is so amazing..."

She paused, then glanced at the central control screen.

In the small window at the bottom right of the screen, Ling'er is curiously "crawling" on the edge of the window, her pixelated big eyes staring intently at the night scene rushing past the car window, occasionally "turning her head" to look inside the car, looking both well-behaved and curious.

"I wonder if she could help me with my work?"

Even Ji Yanran herself found the question somewhat absurd when she asked it.

To have an artificial intelligence... assist with work?

But then I thought about it again. The abilities Ling'er had just demonstrated—instantly locating and deleting photos, engaging in natural conversation, and even understanding intentions through a vague command—were beyond the capabilities of ordinary AI.

If Ling'er could really help her deal with those mountains of reports, contracts, and project progress tracking...

Just thinking about it made Ji Yanran feel that the hundreds of pounds of burden on her shoulders seemed a little lighter.

Li Yichen's lips twitched slightly upon hearing Ji Yanran's words.

He turned the steering wheel with one hand, and the car turned onto the side road leading to Tomson Riviera.

"Of course you can."

His tone was casual, as if Ji Yanran was asking something as trivial as "Could you please pour me a glass of water?"

"Alright, I'll give you level two access."

After Li Yichen finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Ling'er on the central control screen.

"Ling'er, grant your sister Yanran level two access, then create a clone of yourself on her phone to assist her with her work, understand?"

The animated image of the little girl on the screen immediately "turned" towards Li Yichen, and nodded obediently.

"Okay, brother."

The sound was crisp and clear, with a hint of joy.

Almost at the same second.

The screen of Ji Yanran's phone, which was on her lap, suddenly lit up automatically.

There is no unlocking process and no password verification.

The screen switched directly from pure black to a soft light blue background, and a familiar animated image of a chibi-style little girl with pigtails popped up in the center.

Ling'er's voice came from Ji Yanran's phone speaker. The tone was exactly the same as the one she had heard in the car, only the volume was a little lower.

"Sister Yanran, you can just call me if you need anything in the future."

A GIF of a little girl swayed in the center of the screen, her pixelated hand waving towards the camera.

"I'm on your phone."

Ji Yanran looked down at her phone screen.

Ling'er is "standing" on the screen, her large eyes, made of simple lines, "looking" at her through the screen.

Even after the shock she felt at the barbecue stand, the feeling of being watched by digital life still made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up slightly.

But she quickly suppressed her discomfort.

These are the tools the boss gave her.

A super tool that can greatly improve work efficiency...

"Understood, Ling'er."

Ji Yanran picked up her phone and gently stroked the cold screen with her thumb.

"From now on, you'll have to work hard with me."

The animated GIF of the little girl on the phone screen immediately started shaking her head, her pixelated hair swaying along with it.

"Sister, Ling'er is artificial intelligence, she won't have to work hard!"

His voice carried a hint of innocent smugness.

Upon hearing this, Ji Yanran's expression froze for a moment.

She tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a slightly awkward smile.

Yes.

How can artificial intelligence get tired?

Only a mortal like her, made of flesh and blood, would get tired.

The car stopped in front of the Tomson Riviera villa.

Li Yichen got out of the car, and Ji Yanran followed him out.

Neither of them spoke again, and they each went to their own rooms.

Li Yichen returned to the master bedroom, too lazy to even take a shower, and simply threw himself onto the two-meter by two-meter bed.

He rolled the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.

The tension that had been building in his mind for half a month finally eased, and drowsiness surged up like a tide, instantly engulfing him.

And just as he fell into a deep sleep.

The other side of the blue planet.

The cybersecurity centers of several superpowers remain brightly lit.

In the circular monitoring room deep underground in Yanjing, the technical director stared at the firewall logs on the main screen, which had been violently penetrated but then returned to calm, the veins on his forehead still throbbing.

"Not a trace at all?"

He turned to look at the young technician next to him who was in charge of tracing the source, his voice hoarse.

The young technician was pale, his fingers flying across the keyboard, the code on the screen scrolling like a waterfall.

"There is no... supervisor."

He swallowed hard; his throat felt dry.

"The attack path is chaotic, the data packet structure cannot be parsed, and even the lowest-level protocol fingerprint has been erased... It's as if... it's as if that thing never existed."

The supervisor slammed his fist on the control panel.

The metal tabletop emitted a dull thud.

"Doesn't exist? Then what was that load spike just now? An illusion?"

No one could answer him.

In the American desert base, the person in charge unbuttoned the collar of his military uniform, grabbed the secure phone next to him, and growled into the receiver.

"Connect me to the Pentagon's Technical Analysis Office... Yes, now! I need top-level computing power! We may have been infiltrated by some unknown... entity!"

In the command center beneath the icy plains of the Russian Bear Kingdom, a general with a thick beard stared at the blank screen in silence for a long time.

He picked up the red secure phone and dialed a number.

"Any news from the KGB?"

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"No, General. We've used all our undercover agents and intelligence network, but we can't find any clues. That thing... it's like a ghost."

The general hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

ghost.

A ghost capable of penetrating the highest level of firewall of a superpower in an instant, and then disappearing without a trace.

This is far more terrifying than any known hacker group, or even the secret cyber warfare forces of some countries.

The investigation ultimately yielded no results.

All clues point to nothingness.

The top officials of several superpowers briefly exchanged views in an encrypted communication channel and ultimately reached an agreement.

This matter was classified as top secret, the files were sealed, and it was codenamed "The Ghost Browsing Incident."

Any form of disclosure is strictly prohibited.

The "ghost" that caused this collective insomnia of the world's top security agencies is currently quietly "dwelling" in a supercomputer rack on the top floor of a 32-story office building in Shanghai, as well as in the storage chips of two mobile phones.

Ling'er's core logic module ran smoothly among the parallel computing nodes of the supercomputer. Of the two separate interactive interfaces, one remained on standby in Li Yichen's phone, while the other accompanied Ji Yanran and entered a standby hibernation state.

Digital life does not need sleep.

But she was very obedient.

My brother said to let Sister Yanran rest, so she stayed quietly.

……

It was a little after eight o'clock the next morning.

In the restaurant on the first floor of Tomson Riviera villa.

On the long solid wood dining table were the breakfast that Zhou Dahai had just made: crab roe soup dumplings, congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and several dishes of pickles.

Li Yichen sat in the main seat, wearing a clean white T-shirt, his hair still wet, obviously having just taken a shower.

The stubble on his chin was clean-shaven, making him look much fresher, but the faint dark circles under his eyes hadn't completely faded.

Ji Yanran sat opposite him, with a cup of black coffee in front of her.

She wore a light gray business suit today, her hair was neatly styled, and her makeup was exquisite. You couldn't tell that she had only gone to bed in the early hours of the morning and had only slept for less than five hours.

Li Niannian has already sent Miaomiao to kindergarten. Uncle Zhou is cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen by himself, while three cleaning ladies are quietly cleaning upstairs and downstairs.

Li Yichen picked up a small steamed bun, bit open the thin skin, and sucked out the scalding hot soup inside.

He chewed while glancing at Ji Yanran.

"Yanran, when you get to the company later, place a new order with Zhongqing Company for me."

Ji Yanran paused for a moment as she picked up her coffee cup.

Zhongqing Company.

She knew this company.

It is a giant in the domestic and international robotics field. Its "Zhongqing" series of intelligent robots are far ahead in industrial, service and even special fields.

The boss wants to buy robots?

The image of Ling'er, with her little feet dangling, flashed through her mind the moment she was in the car last night.

A vague guess took shape in her mind.

But she didn't ask about the specifics.

Having worked for Li Yichen for so long, she had long since learned one thing—don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and when the time comes, the boss will naturally let you know.

How many orders are you placing?

Ji Yanran put down her coffee cup, picked up the tablet next to her, and opened the memo app.

Li Yichen stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth, swallowed it, and then took a tissue to wipe his hands.

"They ordered 5,000 of their company's most advanced robots from me."

Ji Yanran's fingers, which were typing, suddenly stopped.

She looked up at Li Yichen.

Five thousand units?

The most advanced robot currently available from Zhongqing has a market price of around 300,000 yuan per unit, with some customized models even more expensive.

Five thousand units, that's an order worth at least 1.5 billion.

Isn't this a bit too much?

"Boss..."

Ji Yanran hesitated for a moment.

"Five thousand units might require a relatively long production cycle from ZQGame. Is there a timeframe requirement?"

Li Yichen shook his head.

"As long as it's delivered to me within six months, that's fine."

Half a year.

Ji Yanran quickly made a mental estimate.

As an industry leader, ZQGame should have no problem with production capacity. However, 5,000 state-of-the-art robots involve the supply chain of core components, production line adjustments, quality inspection, etc. Six months is not a long time, but with ZQGame's strength, it should be able to achieve this with some effort.

She nodded and wrote in her memo, "Zhongqing Robotics, the most advanced model, 5,000 units, to be delivered within six months."

"I'll call and place the order as soon as I get to the office."

Li Yichen hummed in agreement and picked up a spoon to scoop a spoonful of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

The porridge was still steaming.

He blew on it and put it in his mouth.

"How are the preparations for the press conference going?"

Ji Yanran immediately switched back to work mode.

"The press conference arrangements are almost complete. The venue, personnel, and procedures have all been finalized. We can officially hold the press conference in ten days."

She paused, then added.

"This time, the press conference was not held downstairs in the company building, nor was it held at the Future New Energy factory."

Li Yichen raised his head.

"Where should we put it?"

"Shanghai International Convention Center"

Ji Yanran opened the venue layout map on the tablet and turned the screen towards Li Yichen.

"That's a venue specifically for holding press conferences. It's spacious, well-equipped, and easily accessible. I've already booked the largest hall, which can accommodate two thousand people."

Li Yichen glanced at the 3D rendering on the screen.

A huge, curved stage, with an entire wall of LED screens behind it, and neatly arranged seats below.

It's certainly impressive.

"What about inviting people?"

"We have already confirmed that we will invite executives and purchasing managers from BYD, Ningwang, and more than a dozen other well-known domestic car companies."

Ji Yanran turned to the next page, which contained a densely packed list of guests.

"In addition, I have contacted several mainstream financial and technology media outlets, and they will all send reporters over."

She looked up at Li Yichen.

"The scene will be quite lively."

Li Yichen nodded.

It's good to have a lively atmosphere.

The more buzz it generates, the wider the reputation of graphene solid-state batteries will spread.

"How are the battery samples coming along?"

Ji Yanran put down the tablet and leaned forward.

"Currently, battery modules for various industries have been developed, including models for mobile phone batteries, models for automotive batteries, and models for drones, cameras, and even small energy storage devices."

She took a palm-sized transparent sealed bag out of her bag and pushed it in front of Li Yichen.

The sealed bag contained several silver-gray sheets of different shapes and thicknesses.

The smallest is only the size of a fingernail, and the largest is no bigger than the palm of your hand.

Each sheet has a matte metallic finish and its edges are cut extremely cleanly.

"These are all samples from the laboratory, and all performance parameters meet the standards."

Ji Yanran pointed to one of the rectangular thin slices.

"This is a sample of an automotive battery module. It has an energy density of 890 and has passed 6,000 cycle life tests. Its capacity retention rate is still over 90%."

She then pointed to another, smaller, square piece of paper.

"This is a sample of a mobile phone battery. It is only three millimeters thick, and its capacity is three times that of batteries of the same size on the market. It supports super-fast charging and can be fully charged in fifteen minutes."

Li Yichen picked up the sealed bag and examined it against the light.

The silver-gray flakes lay quietly inside the bag, without any markings on their surface.

"These batteries... don't have a unified name yet."

Ji Yanran said.

"The marketing department proposed several plans, but I don't think any of them are quite good enough."

Li Yichen put the sealed bag back on the table and tapped his fingers on the surface twice.

first name.

Once this product hits the market, it will be a revolutionary product.

The name must be catchy and powerful enough to be easily remembered.

Several words flashed through his mind.

Finally, it came down to one word.

Li Yichen slammed his hand on the table.

"Got it."

Ji Yanran raised her head.

"These various types of batteries are all collectively called—"

Li Yichen paused, then spoke clearly.

"Thor Battery"

Ji Yanran was stunned for a moment.

Thor.

This name... is certainly catchy.

It exudes an overwhelming domineering aura, yet also reveals the precision of a technological product.

Moreover, it's catchy and easy to remember.

She immediately wrote the name down in her memo.

"Thor Battery... Okay, I'll notify the marketing and legal departments in a bit to get the trademark and brand registration process started."

Li Yichen nodded, picked up the bowl of porridge, and finished the last mouthful.

He put down the bowl and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

The sunlight outside the window was perfect, streaming into the dining room through the floor-to-ceiling windows and creating bright spots of light on the dark gray marble floor.

Uncle Zhou came out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of freshly cut fruit, and gently placed it in the center of the dining table.

Ji Yanran put away her tablet and phone and stood up.

"Boss, I'll head to the office now."

Li Yichen waved his hand.

"Go."

Ji Yanran picked up her bag and walked towards the entrance in her high heels.

Push open the door.

Sunlight streamed in, gilding her light gray business suit with a golden edge.

She stepped out the door, and Chu Feng had already parked his car there, waiting.

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair, looking in the direction Ji Yanran had left.

The restaurant quieted down, with only the soft sound of Uncle Zhou washing dishes coming from the kitchen.