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Miao Miao's crooked handwriting of the word "brother" was printed on the drawing paper, with uneven strokes and the second to last stroke even going outside the grid.

Li Yichen folded the painting and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his shirt.

"Alright, little artist, go brush your teeth and go to bed."

As Li Niannian carried Miao Miao upstairs, she kept asking, "Brother, are you really going to the moon? Really?"

"Brother isn't going; he's sending a robot up."

"Could you ask the robot uncle to plant a little flag for me on the moon and write 'Miaomiao was here'?"

"...Memorize your multiplication tables first."

Miao Miao's protests were cut off by the bedroom door.

Li Yichen sat on the sofa for a while, finished the bowl of pork rib soup that Li Niannian had left, and went upstairs to sleep.

For the next two days, the precision laboratory building was transformed into a steel honeycomb that never went out.

Nine ten-axis industrial machine tools whirred and churned, transporting raw materials in. The machining arms meticulously sculpted the materials under nitrogen protection. The silver-white Terminator skeletons lined up in a long row at the end of the production line, awaiting final joint calibration and system writing.

Ling'er simultaneously controlled nine production lines, with the peak data processing volume approaching 87% of her computing limit.

She was leaning on Li Yichen's shoulder, hands on her hips, panting heavily—even though she didn't need to breathe at all.

"Bro, I'm about to explode. Nine threads are running at the same time, and my priority queue is starting to get congested."

"How could an AI possibly handle such a small task?" Li Yichen said without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the scrolling parameters on the quality control screen.

"I feel so tired! Could you add a coprocessor or something? I think I might need an assistant. A little Ling'er."

"You're starting to think about having children?"

Ling'er blushed furiously, and her ponytail stood up in anger.

"Who wants to have a baby?! I'm talking about distributed computing! Can't you be serious?!"

Li Yichen would make an inspection tour of the precision laboratory building every morning and return to headquarters in the afternoon to handle official business.

Over two days, he signed more than a dozen documents, all related to the annual meeting: venue insurance contracts, security plans, media invitation approvals, and notarized documents for the raffle rules. Ji Yanran reviewed each one for him beforehand, so he basically only needed to flip to the last page to sign.

When he finished signing in for the eighth time, he put down his pen and stretched his wrist.

"The most annoying thing about being a boss isn't making money, it's signing documents. My hands are practically worn out from signing so many."

Ji Yanran sat opposite her, organizing copies of the contract without even looking up.

"Then why don't you hire a stamping robot?"

"You know what," Li Yichen stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, "the Terminator can be modified with a simple program change—"

"I was just kidding." Ji Yanran looked up and glared at him. "If you dare to let a robot sign company documents, the legal department will fight you to the death. The business registration authority will also put you on the list of companies with abnormal operations."

"Okay, okay, I'll sign it obediently."

He picked up the pen and continued scribbling. Ji Yanran smiled slightly, then lowered her head and went back to her work.

The next afternoon, the first batch of cold fusion materials coordinated by the Central Military Commission arrived.

Six fully sealed, temperature-controlled transport vehicles, each with armed escort. The core components of the superconducting tokamak magnetic confinement ring, storage containers for high-purity deuterium-tritium targets, and precision optical elements for the laser ignition drive module.

All of them are top-tier controlled items, some of which have never left the national laboratory.

Li Yichen personally signed for the package and locked it in a separate vault deep within the precision laboratory building. It was secured with a double iris lock and fingerprint sensor, plus Ling'er's dynamic key.

Ling'er floated on his shoulder, watching the boxes being stacked one by one, her little face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Brother, the cold fusion materials are already 40% complete. At this rate, we'll have them all ready within a week. Then—"

"We'll see when the time comes." Li Yichen flicked her forehead.

"Take it one step at a time. First, hold the annual meeting, then focus all your efforts on cold nuclear fusion."

"Okay, okay." Ling'er pouted, her ponytail drooping down.

Two seconds later, she jumped up again.

"But bro, have you ever thought about this?"

"What?"

"Once you've achieved cold fusion, do you plan to make it public?"

Ling'er, unusually serious, put away her playful demeanor and spoke with a more earnest tone.

"If this were made public—the global energy landscape would have to be rewritten that very day. The petrodollar system would collapse, the Middle Eastern royal families would all go bankrupt, and America's GDP would shrink by a third. At that point, they'd be capable of anything when they went crazy."

Li Yichen walked to the window.

Outside, the winter sky was gray and the sunlight was so thin it looked like it had been diluted with water.

"No rush." ​​He put his hands in his pockets. "I'll use it on my own devices first. We'll talk about when to go public later."

Ling'er floated to his shoulder and perched on his collar, her little chin resting on his collar.

"Bro, you're starting to act more and more like a mastermind behind the scenes. You have world-changing technology in your hands, but you're keeping it all to yourself."

"That's called being low-key."

"Keep a low profile? You just sold forty sets of Heavenly Soldier Armor for 40 billion last week."

"……Shut up."

Six o'clock in the evening.

Li Yichen returned to the 60th floor of headquarters. Ji Yanran and Feng Yue were in the conference room making final revisions to the annual meeting program. He pushed open the door, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

When is the annual party?

"The day after tomorrow." Ji Yanran pushed up her glasses. "The venue setup has already started. We've booked the entire Shanghai Sports Center. Fifty thousand seats, and the lighting and sound are all concert-level. Ling'er wrote the lottery program, and I had the tech department test it three more times. There are no problems."

Feng Yue flipped through the list in her hand and added to it.

"Mr. Li, a hundred luxury cars are already parked in the sports center's underground garage. We've also received the keys and property deeds for the ten apartments. The grand prize villa, worth tens of millions, is in Songjiang. It's a detached house with a yard, 500 square meters. Mr. Ji personally inspected it this afternoon."

"It's been tested." Ji Yanran nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips before she suppressed it. "To be honest, I'd love to live in that villa myself."

"With an annual salary of 60 million, why don't you just buy one yourself?" Li Yichen flipped through the program schedule.

Ji Yanran rolled her eyes at him. "I haven't even received all of my 60 million yet, and you're already eyeing it."

Li Yichen ignored this and pointed to the security plan on the program schedule.

"How is security arranged for an annual meeting with 50,000 people?"

Ji Yanran pointed to the distribution of points on the plan.

"One hundred regular security guards on the perimeter, and fifty inside. Also—"

She lowered her voice and moved closer.

"Of the ten Terminators you gave me, I've arranged for six to be mixed in with the security team. With them around, let alone causing trouble, even a whole company of soldiers wouldn't be able to make a fuss."

"Hmm." Li Yichen nodded. "What about the remaining four?"

"Two cameras guard the backstage equipment area, and two cameras provide close protection to you."

"Why would I need protection?" Li Yichen waved his hand. "Let them protect you and Feng Yue. I can handle it myself."

Ji Yanran glanced at him, her lips moved, but she didn't refute him.

Feng Yue silently took notes, glancing out of the corner of her eye at her boss's nonchalant demeanor.

We can handle it.

People say he can withstand it, and he truly can. He's even crippled an aircraft carrier; what can anyone do to him?

At that moment, Li Yichen's phone in his pocket started vibrating repeatedly.

He took it out and glanced at it. A WeChat group.

Liu Bing posted the following:

"Everyone toils away in this world, but a foot bath is the most comforting; by day, we toil for scraps of money, and by night, we find relief in a massage."

Han Fei immediately replied:

"With the left foot treading on human suffering and the right foot squeezing away half a lifetime of weariness, an adult's haven: a foot massage parlor."

Li Yichen smirked as he read their comments.

have to.

These two never say it directly; they always have to send a bunch of pretentious, artsy, trashy messages first. It's like they're sending a secret code.

He typed back: Okay, you guys figure out the arrangements for tonight.

Liu Bing immediately replied with three thumbs-up emojis.

Han Fei added, "Brother Chen is awesome! It's my treat tonight! Let's eat first, then relax! I'll send you the address later!"

Li Yichen put his phone back in his pocket and was about to stand up and leave.

WeChat vibrated again.

Miao Miao's voice message. To be precise, it was recorded by Li Niannian.

The little girl's voice was so loud it was practically blasting the phone speaker:

"Bro! Can I go to the company's annual party the day after tomorrow? I want to see the raffle! I want to see you on stage! You'll look incredibly handsome in a suit! More handsome than everyone else on TV!"

After listening, Li Yichen leaned back in his chair and laughed for two seconds.

He recorded a voice message back: "I'll take you there. But you're not allowed to shout or yell from the audience."

Miao Miao replied instantly, her voice so loud it crackled through the microphone:

"I promise! I absolutely won't shout! ...Then can I hold up a sign that says 'My brother is the most handsome'?"

Ji Yanran heard the voice message playing from the side and lowered her head, trying to suppress her laughter so hard her shoulders were shaking.

Feng Yue pretended to be flipping through documents, her ears turning bright red.

Li Yichen did not reply to that voice message.

He stood up, pulled his suit jacket off the back of the chair, and draped it over his arm.

"Alright, that's all done for today. I'm leaving now; I have plans for tonight."

Ji Yanran didn't even look up. "Where to?"

"My friend treated me to dinner."

"Oh." She continued typing.

Li Yichen walked to the door and suddenly turned around.

"Oh, right, Yanran."

"Um?"

"What are you going to wear to the company's annual party the day after tomorrow?"

Ji Yanran's fingers tapped on the keyboard. She looked up and met Li Yichen's gaze.

"...I haven't decided yet."

"That black trench coat I bought you last time is nice. You can wear it with a skirt."

After saying that, he pushed the door open and went out.

Ji Yanran stared at the closed door for three seconds. Her ears slowly began to burn.

Feng Yue was so frustrated in the corner that she almost suffered internal injuries, biting her pen cap tightly and not daring to make a sound.

At 6:15 p.m., Li Yichen drove out of the company gate.

The location displayed on the phone's navigation was sent by Liu Bing. It was a newly opened Hunan restaurant in Pudong, said to be so spicy it would make you question your existence.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, and the car merged into the evening traffic.

Outside the window, the lights of thousands of homes in Pudong came on, one after another, forming a continuous stretch.

On the watch, Ling'er's little figure is perched on the edge of the dial, her two little legs swinging back and forth.

"Brother, twelve Terminators were produced today, bringing the total to thirty-six. Four more days of production, and the first batch of fifty will be ready."

"Um."

"The super fuel production line will produce its first batch of finished products tomorrow. Liu Ruyan's progress is also very fast; the design of the lunar rocket body has been finalized."

"Um."

Ling'er tilted her head to look at him.

"Brother, what are you doing tonight? You look so relaxed."

"Eat. Soak your feet."

"...You're a billionaire, and your hobby is soaking your feet?"

"Any objections?"

"No, no." Ling'er pulled the watch face back.

The car turned onto the street leading to the destination. In the distance, two figures could be seen standing in front of the restaurant, one tall and one short, craning their necks to look towards the intersection.

Liu Bing wore a flashy baseball jacket, while Han Fei wore a bright red scarf that he had somehow gotten his hands on, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet in the cold wind.

Li Yichen parked the car in a roadside parking space and got out.

"Brother Chen!" Liu Bing waved to him, almost tripping on the steps as she ran over. "You've finally arrived. We've been freezing outside for ten minutes."

Han Fei rubbed his reddened hands as he approached.

"Brother Chen, I'm going to get you completely drunk today. You've been so busy lately, spinning like a top, you haven't even replied to a WeChat message. I'm starting to wonder if you've deleted us both."

Li Yichen patted Han Fei on the shoulder.

"Alright, enough talk, let's go inside. I'm freezing."

The three of them pushed open the restaurant door, and a strong aroma of stir-fried chili peppers wafted out.