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

When Chen Yiran Googled the activities he could participate in, as a sports fan, the first thing he looked up was F1.

Unfortunately, the US Grand Prix won't resume until 2012. The Spanish Grand Prix or the Monaco Grand Prix in May would be worth considering.

Then there's the more recent Coachella Music Festival in April, which could even be a good opportunity to organize a team-building event.

As Chen Yiran flipped through the pages, she started complaining to Jasmine: "Don't you think I'm a bit pathetic? For the sake of the company's development, I'm forced to actively go out and have fun."

Hehe (¯ㅿ¯)

"What do you mean? Are you mocking me? I'm already in a terrible situation. Look at Zhang Rujing when he first started SMIC; he didn't need to travel around like that."

Zhang Rujing worked at Texas Instruments for twenty years, participating in the construction of ten wafer fabs worldwide, and has connections throughout the global supply chain. Even if he couldn't buy the most advanced lithography machines, he could still manage to get a slightly less advanced one during the approval process.

Furthermore, due to his connections, SMIC was able to obtain many process technology licenses and acquire a large number of inexpensive second-hand equipment.

"Who are you pointing at? You mean Zhang Rujing is senior, right? Let me tell you, I was just born in the wrong year. If I had been born a few decades earlier, China wouldn't have needed to import lithography machines."

【Ah, yes, yes, yes.】

Ignoring the uncooperative Jasmine, Chen Yiran checked the music festival schedule, which was two weeks later. It was perfect for arranging a team-building activity in advance. She then conveniently told Amit to say that there were some problems with the company's procedures during those days, thus successfully getting Amit to swindle money from Xinsi.

I took out my phone to call Catherine when my mother called.

"Hey Mom, what's up? Call me today."

Chen's mother asked with a hint of gossip, "Let me ask you something. Do you have any conflicts with Baidu or Sina or anything like that?"

"What?"

"Domestic news outlets are saying that you sold all your shares in Baidu and Sina, implying that you don't have a good outlook on these two companies. Some are even saying that you made an enemy of Robin Li and deliberately dumped the shares."

"Oh, no, I just sold it after making a normal profit. What's the problem? Where did you see this?"

"My colleague told me about it, so I came to ask you. It seems to be very popular on the Chinese internet, with people saying that you don't have a good opinion of these two companies."

"There's really no big reason. Haven't you seen that we've already made tens of millions of US dollars? What's the point of keeping it?"

"Speaking of money is a bit of a headache. My company has started asking me for donations. You know, the union usually helps employees with family members who are sick or struggling financially by sending them gifts or, in more serious cases, donating money."

I'm in such an awkward situation. How much should I donate? People want me to give them everything.

To be honest, it's not that I don't have the money. At the rate you're making money, I could cover all the medical expenses for every family with a sick member in my workplace. But this doesn't make sense, and besides, this never ends. If I help their other sister companies, they might come looking for me too.

Chen Yiran didn't have any good ideas, so she could only advise, "If you're annoyed by work, then don't go. Anyway, it's going to get hot soon, so you might as well retire."

"That's the only way. I feel like your dad's job is better; there aren't so many problems there."

"You used to think that working in the union was pretty good."

"Our family didn't have that much money before."

Chen Yiran chatted with her mother for a few more minutes, then hung up the phone and opened Weibo.

He occupied three spots in the top ten trending topics on Weibo: #19-year-old Silicon Valley billionaire sells Baidu and Sina#, #Chen Yiran flaunts wealth on Twitter#, and #Netflix boss complains about Chinese teenagers#. Each of these hashtags garnered over 100,000 comments.

Then, to his surprise, he discovered that his Weibo account had also been unearthed.

This account was registered much earlier than Twitter; it was registered before I went abroad. The username is SEELE, and the profile picture is EVA Unit-01.

After arriving in the United States, I only posted some travel photos for my parents to see. Later, when I went to Silicon Valley, I posted the same content as on Twitter: dog food gun.

Because some of the photos of preserved eggs were first posted on Weibo, netizens confirmed that this was not a repost and that it was definitely Chen Yiran herself.

Previously, the fans, apart from relatives like parents and grandparents, were just a few people attracted by the dog and scenery, plus a few simple fans of the beauty, totaling only a little over a hundred people.

It has already risen to over 200,000, and it's still rising like crazy.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yiran posted a Weibo post.

"I just sold my Sina shares today. If I go to them now to ask for real-name authentication, will I get attacked?"

After that, ignoring the barrage of bizarre replies on Weibo, I simply closed the webpage.

He has something he needs to prepare immediately.

Since we're going out to play, the safety issue that we've always been concerned about becomes urgent.

If he were in Silicon Valley, Chen Yiran would have no doubts about his safety. The carnivorous plant had infiltrated so deeply that, let alone mentioning his name, some navigation apps couldn't even find his exact location anymore.

But going out for fun is complicated, and the issue of bodyguards needs to be addressed.

Fortunately, he had started preparing long ago.