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

On May 27, Chen Yiran, accompanied by Olsen Dada and ten bodyguards, traveled to Monaco. Two female bodyguards were left behind to look after the house and care for the three dogs.

The plane landed at Nice-Côte d'Azur Airport in France. As soon as Chen Yiran stepped out of the terminal, he saw a very speechless Chinese sign: Luggage Delivery.

This terrible Chinese translation is a far cry from Monaco's luxury, but there's nothing we can do about it; Monaco is too small to build an airport.

Macau, also a gambling city, is already a very small city; Monaco's area is less than one-tenth the size of Macau.

This trip gave Chen Yiran the idea of ​​buying a private jet. Although he is a homebody and doesn't use a plane often, there will always be a time when he needs to.

The Boeing 737 business class charter that Dachsu helped me book was great; it had everything you could need, including a bedroom and a living room.

Chen Yiran made up his mind that even if he didn't buy one himself, it would be necessary to buy one in the company's name.

The hotels were all booked with the help of Datong. As soon as I exited the terminal, I saw three Mercedes-Benz vans sent by the hotel.

Driving along the coastal highway towards Monaco, the Mediterranean Sea is on your right, and the scenery along the way is very beautiful.

On the way, Chen Yiran took a few more photos and sent them to her family and fans on Twitter, along with some very arrogant tweets.

In 2026 terms, Chen Yiran has already broken into the mainstream on Twitter, with 4 million followers and the number is still rising rapidly, looking like she's about to break into the top ten.

After driving for about twenty minutes, Monaco signs started appearing on the roadside.

While I was going through immigration, I received a call from an unknown number.

However, a few seconds later, the cannibalistic plant displayed a note that turned out to be Larry Ellison from Oracle.

After the call connected, Ellison was very familiar with him: "Chen, I saw your tweet before you boarded the plane. Don't stay in a hotel in Monaco. My ship is docked in Hercules Port. I'll send you the berth location in a bit."

"How did you get my phone number? Did Steve Jobs give it to you?"

"Steve gave it to me. My Rising Sun is huge, so don't worry about staying there. The view of the game from that spot is perfect."

It has to be said that sometimes there's just a chemistry between people. For example, Chen Yiran felt they got along well the first time she met Jobs.

For example, Ellison and Ellison had never spoken before, but this conversation inexplicably felt like they knew each other very well.

"Okay, then I'll move in there. Will you be coming to watch the game?"

"We'll see. I have some work-related things I'd like to discuss with you, but you're on vacation right now. Let's talk about it when you get back to Silicon Valley. But don't talk to my competitors first."

Chen Yiran laughed: "Okay, I guarantee you this. SAP, Microsoft, and IBM. Before we even talk, I'll turn down any business from any of these companies that approach me, no matter what their business is."

"That's great. Steve was right when he said you're good at making friends."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yiran notified the cars in front and behind him to head towards Hercules Port.

Upon arriving at the port, the Rising Sun was easily spotted; among the many yachts, it truly stood out.

Over 130 meters long with five decks, this is a large ship that can easily cross oceans.

Several crew members in white shirts took a small ferry boat and put the group on the yacht.

The captain led Chen Yiran to the master bedroom, and along the way he gave a good introduction to the ship's features.

The master bedroom is on the top floor, and from the balcony you can see the overtaking area of ​​the track. As a street race, this is probably the only place on the entire track suitable for overtaking.

Olsen and Dada didn't try to hide it and had the staff move all their luggage to the master bedroom.

The three of them joked around for a while, took a shower together, and then changed into their swimsuits to enjoy the Mediterranean sun in the pool on the balcony.

Chen Yiran quickly opened the parasol and said, "Let me tell you, it's not racial discrimination, but Chinese aesthetics tend to favor fair skin. There's a Chinese saying that fair skin can cover up a hundred flaws."

Upon hearing this, Olsen obediently shrank under the umbrella, while Dada boasted, "I'm naturally tan-resistant. I've tried it before; even if I sunbathe like crazy, I easily go back to my original color. I love diving, and I can sunbathe at the beach every day without any problems."

He is truly gifted; he is indeed gifted.

Lying on the sofa, Chen Yiran took a picture of the racetrack, then another of the yacht deck, and tweeted it, then tagged Ellison with the caption: Thanks for the yacht support, boss! When I get back from my vacation, I'll fulfill any requests you have.

As usual, the tweet received a huge number of replies shortly after it was posted, many of which were from beautiful women who posted photos of themselves in bikinis.

At noon, the chef prepared a reasonably delicious lunch on the deck.

Mediterranean sea bass, oysters, and white asparagus. Nothing particularly amazing, but these are all pretty tasty as long as they're fresh.

The chef even made a Hawaiian pizza specifically for Chen Yiran's request.

In the afternoon, Chen Yiran, using a Dada brand pillow, took a nap with Olsen.

As night fell, Monaco's nightlife began. Chen Yiran chose a very special Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren from among the three cars Ellison had parked in the parking lot.

Fortunately, the track was still open, so Chen Yiran drove off along the street.

The Monte Carlo circuit is just an ordinary street right now; there are no guardrails yet, no black marks from rubber tires on the curves, and the tunnels are just two rows of ordinary white light tubes. The GG banners on both sides of the road haven't been hung up yet.

Chen Yiran's idea was to see how fast she could run on this road.

But the ideal is very full, while the reality is very skinny. There are too many people who have the same idea as him. There is even a traffic jam on the road, and all kinds of sports cars are driving at a snail's pace.

Chen Yiran drove slowly for two laps with great persistence, and then found that the surrounding cars hadn't changed much. It seemed that everyone wanted to wait for the others to leave so they could set a good lap time.

The end result was, naturally, that the traffic became increasingly congested. Half an hour later, Chen Yiran lost his patience, drove the car into the parking lot next to the yacht, and walked back to the yacht.

This is part of the fun of this racetrack, because Monaco has very low taxes, which has led many F1 drivers to settle here, and they also have private yachts moored nearby.

This led to a memorable moment in the race: Kimi Räikkönen, the "Iceman," did not return to the team's pit room after retiring from the race.

Instead, he crossed the fence and went straight to the yacht area, boarded his own yacht, and finished get off work at lightning speed.

The following Thursday, pre-match activities began in the paddock.

McNaron delivered the special pass: three orange passes with Chen Yiran, Olsen, and Dada's names printed on them.

The team's pit garage always looks busy when viewed on TV.

Standing inside, it felt chaotic, with carbon fiber debris everywhere, the tail wing disassembled into several layers and laid flat on the worktable, and dozens of screens simultaneously displaying telemetry data.

The two McLaren drivers, Jenson Button and Lewis Hamilton, came over to say hello and took a picture.

To be honest, Chen Yiran was still a little excited. After all, he really liked this team in his previous life, but the results in the next ten years or so were really hard to describe.

He told Whitmarsh, the team leader who was receiving him, "I asked you before if I could visit London, but haven't you made any arrangements yet? We have many opportunities for cooperation, and I can even give you exclusive technology."

Let's get started quickly; we can probably enjoy the benefits for two years. Let's win a few championships first. If we wait too long, the FIA ​​will definitely come out and try to restrict our new technology.

Whitmarsh was speechless. There was no progress at all, yet he was so confident that his skills would allow McLaren to win the championship. It was a bit too much of a boast.

However, he did not refute it, since Chen Yiran's name now basically means high-end technology that is incomprehensible to most people.

Moreover, even if Chen Yiran can't bring any technology, his net worth makes him a force to be reckoned with.

The internal conflicts among McLaren's shareholders are intensifying, and Chen Yiran, who openly admits to being a McLaren fan, arrived just in time.

Whitmarsh took Chen Yiran to some photo shoots, and then helped him fix the McLaren's steering wheel.

Finally, before the event ended, he whispered to Chen Yiran, "Mr. Chen, Ron Dennis, the chairman of McLaren, called earlier and said he might come back to watch the game tomorrow. Knowing him as I do, he'll likely talk to you about McLaren stock."

I'd like to confirm with you first whether you're interested in accepting a portion of McLaren stock.