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

Ted placed his briefcase on the coffee table, unfastened the clasp, and pulled out a bound document.

"I'm all set. I've already drawn up the basic structure for the family office; please take a look."

Chen Yiran took it, glanced at it, nodded, and said, "Okay, it's not a big problem that you have a conflict clause requiring you to take a six-month break. If it doesn't work out, let Wang Zhiwu do it, and then ask for your opinion. Where is the registered office? Singapore?"

"Singapore is the best option. The shell company doesn't operate, and we can then have a subsidiary in the United States under it, so we can contract out all the legal, security, and administrative matters to that subsidiary."

"Alright, you can handle the staffing. First, get Wang Zhiwu on board quickly and have him finalize the bodyguard contracts. So, from now on, all my companies can use the family office's legal department, right?"

"That's right, signing a standard legal services agreement will suffice, and your company won't need to set up a dedicated legal department anymore."

Chen Yiran stood up and went into the study. After a while, he came out carrying ten unsealed iPhones.

"From now on, you'll use this, and the team's lawyers will use this too. If there's any damage or shortage, just let me know."

Ted curiously picked it up and examined it: "What special functions does this have? Is it like that premium bean bun?"

"I have Doubao, and I've reinforced these phones to ensure that the information inside will never be leaked. They're safer."

Ted fiddled with it for a moment: "Impressive, I didn't see any difference either. But we're counting on you for the technical aspects. We really need to be careful about confidentiality in our future work. Like the Bahrain case, we're dealing with royal families and the like."

"In the future, there will probably be more miscellaneous tasks and you will be coming into contact with more and more high-level people. Just be prepared."

Ted put the documents into his bag: "Then I'll go back and get to work. Let the agent handle the Singapore registration first."

After seeing Ted off, Chen Yiran hurried upstairs to check on the situation in the delivery room.

In less than half an hour, no new puppies were born at Mocha's, but two were born at Latte's.

The veterinary team was very professional. The two new mother dogs were a little lost and didn't even know how to lick their newborn puppies.

Several veterinarians helped clean the dog, removed the placenta, and even hung a small bracelet next to the dog's paw.

When Pidan saw Chen Yiran return, he came over excitedly, chattering away as if he were in a hurry.

Helpless, Chen Yiran took out some dried duck meat: "What's the rush? It should be about one in half an hour. Just wait."

Pidan looked anxious, but when he saw the dried duck meat, he immediately forgot about his two wives who were still giving birth, and lay sprawled out at Chen Yiran's feet, munching on the dried duck meat.

Olsen came over and said with a smile, "Pidan's acting like a total jerk. Are you planning to keep all these dogs?"

"How could that be? It would be too much trouble to raise so many. We've already agreed that my parents will choose two first. Then we'll give one to Emily—oh, Emily is our company's vice president Catherine's girlfriend. And there's also an ex-girlfriend named Hannah. Although we broke up, we've already agreed to give her one."

"Then I'll have one too."

"Okay, you go first in line. My parents will choose one for you after they've picked one."

The two chatted as they waited for the arrival of their new life.

Meanwhile, at AMD's headquarters, the atmosphere in the top-floor conference room was even more eerie.

It was the same four people again. The fat Bergman who was half-paralyzed last time was sitting upright this time, and Harry was smiling as he looked at the documents in his hands.

Eric sat to one side with his head down, like a defeated dog.

A moment later, Marvin knocked on the door and came in, his face covered in sweat.

Seifert then spoke up: "The results of the retest are in?"

"The test results are in, and there's not much difference from the previous tests."

In fact, the program had already been tested once after Chen Yiran sent it over.

Marvin's team conducted very thorough testing, using a total of three different tests.

During the first test, Marvin waited for the results with disdain. No normal person would believe that a compiler of this scale could be written in two weeks.

After running the first set of regular kernels, the screen displayed a fill rate of 92%.

Before he could speak, Lin decisively reset the settings and ran it again.

The final numbers remained stable and unchanged.

The group, not believing in such superstitions, pulled forty open-source OpenCL projects from GitHub.

There are all sorts of styles, some of which are wild code lacking even documentation. Half of the older compilers throw errors at the very first stage, and even if the other half manages to compile, the average fill rate is only 53%.

Chen Yiran's version had all forty versions approved directly, with an average fill rate of 81%.

The most terrifying test was the last one, the Ultra Long Instruction Disaster Core, which AMD's internal teams had never succeeded in.

Chen Yiran's compilers all passed the compilation, with a minimum of 71%, a maximum of 96%, and an average of 84%.

They had already reported this, but Eric didn't believe it and insisted on trying again.

But trying again wouldn't change the result. The four bigwigs looked at the report in their hands, their expressions all different.

Harry laughed and said, "I told you, it's different! It's directly compatible, and the GCN emulator instruction mappings are all running correctly, with a minimum fill factor of 89%. We can finally catch up with Nvidia! By the way, Eric, what's the fill factor of your new GCN compiler?"

Eric didn't reply. He had an urge to retire. It wasn't out of spite; it was a rational choice. As a technologist, he felt he could no longer look at the future world with his own eyes.

Seifert stopped Harry from kicking him while he was down, leaving Harry behind and letting the others leave before revealing some new information: "Harry, you know me, I didn't want this position. But since I've taken it, I have to do my job."

I have received confirmation from the above sources that there will be a new CEO in August. We should hold a press conference in August to announce our breakthrough in general computing.

This new CEO and the new general-purpose computing compiler will be very impactful.

Harry thought for a moment and nodded: "I'll go prepare. We'll start promoting now, and I can also go find Chen Yiran. If he's willing to endorse us, that would be even better."