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

A few days later, Apple and News Corp., well-prepared, released announcements at the same time, revealing a general plan to break up Warner.

This plan has drawn criticism from many quarters, with Comcast publicly stating that it is determined to stop tech companies from continuing to infiltrate Hollywood and turn it into a world of Frankenstein's monsters.

However, it didn't actually cause much of a stir, mainly because there have been too many business shocks recently, and Chen Yiran listened to Murdoch's advice and was very restrained in this acquisition, not even posting on Twitter.

Coupled with Murdoch's silence, the media were at a loss as to who to interview.

At this point, various forces also began to take action. Instead of guiding public opinion, they began to increase the promotion of various festive atmospheres.

Halloween is just around the corner! This year, Twilight-themed events will be held in many parts of the United States!

Thanksgiving is just around the corner! This is the second year the White House has held an online poll, letting people choose the national Thanksgiving turkey from two turkeys from Minnesota, Caramel and Popcorn.

The two turkeys were born on the same day, month, and year, hatching on July 8, 2013. Caramel has a stable personality and loves to eat soybean flour, while Popcorn is proud and loves corn the most.

This event is somewhat of a hellish joke. The winning turkey will be sent to a special turkey farm in Virginia to live out its days in peace, while the loser, well, you know what I mean.

Macy's has announced that it will feature 52 giant cartoon balloons during this year's Thanksgiving Day Parade in New York City, and will break with a 155-year tradition by opening its doors at 8 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day.

The sudden influx of various news stories greatly diminished public attention to the acquisition, leaving only Comcast and Six Flags as competitors to relentlessly launch their attacks.

Ignoring all of this, Chen Yiran arrived in London, England on October 6th.

White Hart Lane is an old stadium built in 1899. Despite several expansions and renovations, it still looks somewhat dated. The stadium itself is rather small, measuring only 101 x 67 meters, making it one of the smallest stadiums in the Premier League.

The stands have a capacity of only 36284 people, which is completely insufficient to meet the needs of fans coming to watch the game.

But even after arriving here, Chen Yiran still felt his heart pounding. He looked at the bronze fighting rooster on the roof of the west stand, the visual soul of the stadium. He then looked at the most fervent core fan area of ​​the south stand, the birthplace of the White Hart Lane roar.

Before his rebirth, he had visited England, but Tottenham had already moved to their new stadium, so he hadn't been to White Hart Lane for a game. He now feels the old stadium still holds a lot of charm.

The team president, Daniel Levy, enthusiastically began to introduce Chen Yiran to the team's history and interesting anecdotes from the stadium.

Chen Yiran waved his hand to interrupt him: "Mr. Levy, there's no need for introductions. I'm not joking when I say I'm a Tottenham Hotspur die-hard fan. I know Tottenham Hotspur much better than you think."

Besides, what you said is too untrue. Do you think I don't know that when you first took over, you complained to the team's head coach that our home stadium was like a prison?

Levy, unfazed, politely replied, "White Hart Lane, though filled with collective memories, is outdated. Many walls are completely unpainted and dilapidated. That's why we're building a new stadium; the team needs a new stadium to support the future."

Chen Yiran did not answer Levy, but instead led her entourage into the Presidential Box. This was the middle level of the West Stand, the best viewing spot in the stadium. Compared to the regular business boxes, it was more private and more exquisitely decorated.

Levi followed behind, looking at Chen Yiran surrounded by five beautiful women, a child, and more than a dozen bodyguards filling the private room to the brim. He felt helpless and could only follow along reluctantly.

This match is the seventh round of the Premier League this season, with Tottenham facing West Ham. Tottenham's record in the previous six matches was quite good, with four wins, one draw and one loss.

But Tottenham's start... well, those who know, know.

After the match started, Chen Yiran paid close attention to the situation on the field, ignoring Levy who kept trying to start conversations on the sidelines.

In fact, he had been chatting with Jasmine in a casual manner the whole time.

Just a reminder, Tottenham lost this match 0-3.

"I remember that game even without you saying it. It was a disgrace. They played so badly at home."

Is this one match already a disgrace? Tottenham has many more disgraceful matches to come!

"Get lost! I'm here to save my team!"

Actually, losing is good news. The worse Tottenham plays, the cheaper we can buy them.

"Do you think I'm short of that little bit of money?"

Unfortunately, Chen Yiran's arrival did not bring any butterfly effect, and the two teams still ended the first half with a score of 0-0.

The second half saw a sudden turn of events, exposing Tottenham's current weaknesses. After Modric and Bale transferred to Real Madrid, Tottenham lacked creativity in attack and sustained focus in defense, resulting in their habitual disorganization in the second half.

West Ham suddenly surged ahead, scoring three goals in just fifteen minutes.

Chen Yiran immediately took out her phone and began preparing to edit a tweet.

Levy panicked. In the past two years, Chen Yiran had frequently criticized Tottenham Hotspur online and had a huge reputation among fans, known as Tottenham's strongest fan.

"Mr. Chen, please don't. It's normal to be out of form for one or two games now and then."

"Is it just a matter of one or two games? By December, it's bound to collapse again. How can you manage a team with such a stingy attitude?"

Levy was bitter inside. If he had money, he wouldn't have to be so stingy. Besides, he was just a minor owner of the team; he wasn't the big owner.

Chen Yiran opened Twitter, took a partial photo, and then immediately posted a series of parallel sentences.

I dream that one day our home stadium will no longer be so bad that players can't help but complain about it publicly, and that it will be more than ten meters wider so that our wingers won't have to run into a GG sign when they break through.

I dream of the day when Tottenham will utterly crush Arsenal in the North London derby, leaving Gunners fans too ashamed to tweet for an entire weekend.

I dream that one day, "To Dare Is To Do" will no longer be just an empty phrase embroidered on the team crest, but that Daniel Levy will be able to prevent his core players from being sent to Madrid before the transfer window closes.

I dream that one day, that Argentine, who cost a club record and was brought in by all of England as Bale's replacement, will score even just one goal in this season's Premier League.

I dream that one day, Tottenham's trophy room will have a piece that doesn't belong to 1961.

With the last twenty minutes of the game essentially over, Chen Yiran finally spoke to Levy: "Go tell your boss, Joe Lewis, to make an offer."