Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

For the next few days, Chen Yiran's life was boring and routine.

She attends classes during the day and studies while sleeping at night. Jasmine has already finished most of the second half of CS229, and has no problem with neural networks and the EM algorithm.

Something funny happened on Thursday. That night, Xu Li asked him to play basketball.

Studio Green office center has a gym, swimming pool and a full-size basketball court, and Chinese students living here occasionally come over to play.

When I arrived, I found that there were already a lot of people there.

Lin Xiuxiu leaned against the wall, with Liu Ya standing next to her. The two of them were probably discussing what music to play. There was an iPhone port on the wall, so they could plug in their phones to play music from the speakers throughout the venue.

Not far away, two boys were changing their shoes. One was wearing a pair of Jordan shoes that looked brand new, and the other was wearing a pair of Limited Edition Nike Dunks. The shoe boxes were placed on the bench next to them, giving off a strange feeling of offering them as tribute.

Chen Yiran recognized most of these faces in his previous life. He had forgotten the names of a few due to the passage of time, but some were acquaintances from later on, with whom he had maintained contact. Zhang Wei and Li Tian, ​​in particular, had always been his best buddies.

There were too many people. In the half of the 3v3 game, some people were sitting and resting, and the few boys who weren't playing started chatting.

Chen Yiran played for more than ten minutes, but his stamina was also running out. He sat down on the sidelines to drink water, but just listened silently to the conversation of the crowd. He suddenly felt that today's scene was very familiar, like a legend he had heard in his past life. In his past life, he was doing his homework and did not come, but Zhang Wei and Li Tian vividly described the situation to him.

"That belt of yours, is it from LV? How much did it cost?"

"It cost a little over three hundred dollars. I bought it in New York the day before yesterday. There were too many people at Bape that day, so I went to LV instead."

"I'll go check it out next week too. I saw a Gucci one online last time, and it was pretty good."

Chen Yiran dribbled the ball without responding.

On the other side, two other people were talking about cars.

"I've made up my mind, I'll go with the Cayenne, I think it looks better than the X6."

"That's right, mainly because the X6 only allows two people to sit in the back, which is ridiculous. Although it may not actually seat many people, the middle seat in the back just feels too awkward."

"That's really outrageous. I'm even thinking of buying a motorcycle to try it out."

"Sure, I'll buy one and try it out. I don't know how to ride it yet."

A stylishly dressed boy next to me was bragging to his companion, speaking loudly: "My dad said that the cost of studying here won't be a problem, so I don't need to worry."

Then, for some reason, the boy suddenly stood up, walked to the center of the field, and looked around.

Here it comes! Chen Yiran stared at the chubby boy who had stood up; the iconic scene was about to unfold.

"Holy shit—" he suddenly exclaimed in a loud voice.

"—After looking around, I'm the richest person in this venue."

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Then they burst out laughing.

Chen Yiran almost spat out the water in her mouth.

I didn't witness this famous scene in person in my previous life.

I never imagined I would witness it with my own eyes in this lifetime.

Chen Yiran suppressed a laugh and pulled Xu Li, who was standing next to her.

"Let's go, let's stop fighting."

Xu Li also felt that laughing while exercising could easily cause him to get a stitch, so he slowly followed Chen Yiran out of the basketball court.

On the way back, the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

Xu Li said speechlessly, "My God, what's up with that guy? To put it bluntly, who can say their family is the richest and most powerful when they go abroad to study? He's just average."

Chen Yiran could tell that, although they all found the famous scenes funny.

However, his sense of humor differed from that of other students, including Xu Li.

His inner self is, after all, that of a middle-aged man, and he laughs at this meaningless and ridiculous comparison.

These eighteen- or nineteen-year-old kids were probably laughing at the clown's overestimation of his abilities.

Suddenly, Chen Yiran felt out of place. The children pretended not to care, but secretly they were comparing whose family was richer, whose shoes were limited editions, and whose belts were imported from Italy. Chen Yiran was long past that stage.

In the days that followed, the incident spread like wildfire throughout the Chinese student community.

The current public opinion is that the kid urgently needs to buy a car first; it's outrageous that he's showing off his wealth without even buying a car, given that he already has a driver's license.

Chen Yiran ignored the matter and continued attending and leaving classes as usual.

On Saturday morning, Xu Li and I headed to New York again. The New City Accounting Firm had informed him the day before that everything was settled.

"Let's go, boss."

Having given up on correcting Xu Li, Chen Yiran replied, "Okay, let's go."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

"...Just focus on driving and stop wasting your brain cells changing how I address you."

Upon arriving in Flushing, Xu Li parked his car at the entrance as usual, looked around, and then decisively didn't pay, instead going into the tea restaurant next door.

Chen Yiran was already familiar with the route and went straight upstairs.

Xincheng Accounting Firm is still the same as before. Pushing open the door, I see the same middle-aged auntie who ate white porridge with pickled vegetables last time, but this time she's eating a bowl of wontons.

"You're here! Did you come to pick up some documents?"

Chen Yiran nodded.

The woman took a bulging brown paper envelope from the drawer.

"The LLC registration certificate, EIN confirmation letter, operating agreement, and registered agent certificate are all included. The nominal manager has also signed all the documents required for opening the account."

Chen Yiran opened the envelope and rummaged through it; everything she needed was there, so she put it away.

The woman put down her chopsticks: "Your nominal manager, Old Chen, is the one downstairs who does domestic express delivery. Go down and meet him, exchange phone numbers. If there are any documents that need his signature later, just contact him."

"Okay." Chen Yiran put the things into her bag, filled out a check, and went downstairs.

The shop is small on the ground floor, with a faded sign hanging at the entrance that reads "David's Copy & Ship," next to the logos of several courier companies. The interior is even smaller after the glass door is pushed open; on the left is a photocopier, and on the right, several shelves are piled high with cardboard boxes and delivery bags.

Behind the counter sat a Chinese man in his fifties, with graying hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a faded polo shirt, looking rather roguishly handsome. A copy of the World Journal was spread out in front of him, and he seemed to be reading the little guy on it.

Hearing the door open, he looked up and tentatively asked, "Are you Xiao Chen?"

"Yes, Chen Yiran."

The man took off his glasses, wiped them, stood up, and extended his hand.

"I'm Old Chen, David Chen. From now on, you're my boss."

"No, I still need your help."

"The lawyer told me that I'll be a nominal manager at your company. It's not a big deal, as long as I don't do anything illegal. Just contact me when you need a document signed, and I'll sign it. It's 800 yuan a year, and the lawyer has already given it to me."

Chen Yiran nodded and took out several pre-printed documents from the envelope.

"Uncle Chen, this purchase and sale agreement is the framework contract for the later delivery of the vehicle. I'd like you to sign it in advance. The invoice and packing list can be signed when the vehicle arrives, at which time we'll know the specific VIN and amount."

Old Chen took it and looked at it.

"I don't understand the content, but the format looks fine. If you're sure it's okay, I'll sign it."

"no problem."

Old Chen pulled a pen from under the counter and quickly signed his name.

After signing, he pushed the document back, put his glasses back on, and picked up the newspaper again.

"Okay, call me if you need anything."

Chen Yiran took the signed documents and went out, where she found Xu Li waiting at the entrance of the tea restaurant.

"nailed it?"

"All done, now we're going to the bank."

The National Bank is on Main Street. It's funny, Americans really aren't good at naming things; almost every city and town has a Main Street.

The facade of the National Bank is very impressive, with clean and bright glass doors and signs in both Chinese and English hanging at the entrance.

In 2010, the regulations at Abacus Bank were even more relaxed than they were later. You could walk in with your passport and company documents and open a company account on the same day.

After queuing for more than ten minutes, it was finally the turn of a Chinese teller in her forties.

"Hello, what service do you need?"

"I want to open a company account."

The clerk glanced at the passport Chen Yiran handed over.

"LLC? Do you have the company documents and EIN?"

"Yes, we have them all."

Chen Yiran handed in the documents one by one from the manila envelope. The teller flipped through them and then looked at the signature sample of the nominal manager.

"This signatory isn't you, is he?"

"Yes, he is our company's manager."

The teller nodded and didn't ask any further questions. There were so many Chinese people opening company accounts in Flushing; she'd seen this kind of thing countless times.

"How much initial deposit is required?"

"Save two thousand."

Chen Yiran took out twenty 100-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them in, finally providing some cash. Now the family still had more than 2,000 yuan.

The teller filled out a bunch of forms, had Chen Yiran sign them, and then had the person from the nominal manager's side confirm them by phone.

Half an hour later, Chen Yiran received a checkbook and a temporary bank card.

"The official bank card will be mailed to your registered address in about two weeks. For online banking, just register on the official website when you get back; your username and initial password are on this piece of paper."

Xu Li originally wanted to find a fancy restaurant with Chen Yiran to celebrate, since they had finally started the company.

However, Chen Yiran had been too busy these past two days, so after promising to treat Xu Li to a meal at a tea restaurant, he finally managed to get Xu Li to join him.

I rushed home, and it was already afternoon.

Chen Yiran sat in front of the computer and first registered for Guobao Bank's online banking, confirming that the account could be logged in normally.

Then I opened my email and sent an email to AVE.

Topic: Chen Trading LLC - Window Stickers Request for 30 Units BMW X5

The details are simple: a domestic buyer has confirmed they want 30 2010 X5 xDrive35i vehicles, in white and black, with the highest possible configuration. AVE needs to provide Monroney sticker information for each vehicle, including VIN, MSRP, and details of optional features. Once we receive the Monroney sticker information, we will calculate the total price and arrange for a letter of credit to be opened.

The Monroney sticker is a piece of paper on the car window. New cars in the United States all have this paper, which contains detailed information about the vehicle's various configurations, the manufacturer's suggested retail price, and various data such as crash test results and fuel economy.

After sending the email, I thought about it and then made a phone call to AVE, the person with the Middle Eastern accent.

"Hello, this is Chen from Chen Trading. We spoke last week about those 30 X5s."

"Yes, yes, I remember you. So, the letter of credit?"

"It's been confirmed in China that 30 units are no problem. Now I need you to provide the window tinting paper for price calculation."

"Car window paper?"

"Yes, the price in China depends on the specific configuration."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, the cars are basically set up. I'll have the warehouse scan the window tint for 30 cars and send it to you. But you need to hurry, these cars sitting here are also a cost for me."

"If all goes well, we should be able to get the letter of credit in two or three days."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

I hung up the phone.

Chen Yiran leaned back in her chair, took out her phone, and checked the time. It should be 6 a.m. back home. She'd give Lao Wang a few more hours of sleep before calling to bother him.

After all, we have to wait for the AVE car window paper to arrive before we can know the exact cost of each car, and then report it to Manager Wang so that he can open a letter of credit.

Around 7 PM, I received a file from AVE in my email.

A PDF, over thirty pages, one page for each car.

Chen Yiran turned on the first TV.

White, Alpine White. 3.0T inline six-cylinder, 300 horsepower. VIN and engine number are printed on the header.

MSRP 52,725, with a bunch of optional extras: panoramic sunroof, power tailgate, Harman Kardon sound system, navigation, head-up display, rear entertainment system, sport suspension, and 19-inch wheels.

The second one was similar, black, and equipped with a night vision system; it was a bit more expensive.

We checked all thirty machines, and most of them were fully configured. The MSRP fluctuated around 53,000.

However, the specific price still needs to be quoted by AVE. He definitely won't agree to add 4,000 directly to this price. Normally, dealers wholesale cars at 1,000 more than the factory price, and the factory price is usually 5,000, 6,000 or even 7,000 lower than the car price.

Chen Yiran sent another email to AVE, attaching a photo of the car window paper for confirmation.

Received window film for 30 vehicles; configuration confirmed. Please provide the actual purchase cost per vehicle (including your service fee of $4,000 per vehicle). I need this figure to calculate the total amount for the letter of credit.

This isn't our first time doing this; we need a real quote.

AVE responded quickly, within two hours.

Each unit costs 51000, including service fees and land transportation. Thirty units would cost 1530000.

Chen Yiran did some mental calculations. Adding 10,000 yuan to the profit per unit was a bit too much. Manager Wang's profit margin was too thin. Although customs clearance was a relatively unprofitable link in the chain, or rather, only middlemen who made a profit by scalping orders and adding premiums were truly making money.

Forget it, let's try to negotiate a price with AVE first. Let's just call them and start a heated debate.

After promising a large demand and that a second wave would follow immediately after this one, they finally agreed to sell 50000.

Oh, that way we can justify adding $1 to the price. By that calculation, the customs clearance company will make at least 3 RMB in profit, which is pretty good for small-scale trade vehicles.

After calculating the total price, I opened QQ and sent a message to Manager Wang, attaching a list of the thirty units.

Manager Wang, I have received the window tinting and quotes for 30 X5 vehicles. Details are attached. Each vehicle is FOB Los Angeles at $60000, totaling $1800000 for 30 units. Color allocation: 18 white and 12 black, essentially full configuration.

If there are no problems, please open an irrevocable documentary credit for this amount, with Chen Trading LLC as the beneficiary and Abacus Bank Flushing Branch as the advising bank. I will draft the terms of the credit and send them to you.

Manager Wang replied very quickly.

"I see it, the price is fine. I've checked the window tinting, the configuration is all right. I'll go to the bank to open the letter of credit tomorrow, it should take three to five business days. Send me the terms first."

Chen Yiran sent over the standard terms that she had already prepared.

I glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock.

Tomorrow is the TOEFL exam.

Go to sleep now, this exam is crucial for whether you can skip classes a little in the future.