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

Stanford, EE364A, Packard Building 101.

Professor Boyd stood on the podium, writing on the blackboard, the chalk screeching. Logarithmic barrier functions, central paths, complexity analysis. A few doctoral students in the front row scribbled furiously, while some in the middle looked completely bewildered.

Chen Yiran sat in the back row, drawing circles on her notebook with her pen.

"Jasmine, will the price be even higher today?"

This is the 133rd time you've asked me this, and my answer remains the same: it should be even higher.

"Jasmine, one hundred million! One hundred million US dollars!"

This is the 40th time you've mentioned it to me today.

"Jasmine, one hundred million! One hundred million US dollars!"

[41 times. Professor Boyd just glanced at you. Although you're just an auditor, you'd better be mindful of your behavior, or you might get kicked out.]

"Ah, you can understand everything he's saying, right?"

I understand, but because your condition is so poor, I can only learn slowly.

What do you mean by "my condition is too bad"?

[These past few days you've been thinking a lot about a hundred million US dollars, and without me even having to do anything, your body temperature rises and your heart rate increases.]

"The one in the back row who keeps drawing circles."

The professor is calling you, you in the back row who drew a circle.

When Chen Yiran looked up, he found Professor Boyd, who had reached his limit, staring at him, and the whole class was staring at him as well.

"Yes, it's you. On the central path, what is the relationship between the dual gap and the obstacle parameter t?"

What's there to fear? Geniuses don't need lectures; just let the jasmine bloom behind closed doors.

[m/t, where m is the number of inequality constraints.]

"m divided by t. m is the number of inequality constraints."

Professor Boyd stared at him for two seconds. "Yes. So?"

"Therefore, the dual gap is proportional to 1/t. As t approaches infinity, the dual gap approaches zero, and the central path converges to the optimal solution."

Professor Boyd nodded: "Okay, I agree that you can continue drawing circles."

Professor Boyd made a point of keeping Chen Yiran behind after class.

"I know you're here to audit the class. If you've already learned everything, you don't need to come anymore."

Chen Yiran was a little embarrassed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor, I still need to attend the class. I haven't been feeling well these past two days, mainly because I have a project that I'm working on that I'm about to sell."

"Wow, you've made a fortune?"

Chen Yiran nodded, then casually said, "Microsoft has its eye on it."

"Aha, then you've definitely made a fortune. Let me tell you, Microsoft is really willing to spend money. Fine, I won't say anything to you. Adjust it yourself. Anyway, you're not my student. You're just here to audit classes and you're a bad guy who doesn't even pay the fees."

"Oh, well, how about I donate some money to the university someday when I become successful?"

"Nonsense, why donate money to universities? It's not like I'll even get a share! Come on, add me on the phone, you can donate directly to my project."

As Chen Yiran left the school gate, she felt like she had been tricked by a PowerPoint presentation; inexplicably, she now owed Professor Boyd a donation.

Wow, this is the fundraising ability of a top university professor! He's even open his mouth to 18-year-old students. It's terrifying.

After driving home, I picked up Pidan and took him to the park for a walk. We played frisbee for a while. This kid has recently started grinding his teeth and causing trouble. If I don't drain his battery during the day, he'll start rummaging through everything at night. After an hour of this, I finally drove home with a exhausted Pidan.

Right outside my door, TED's BMW was waiting again.

TED opened the door and welcomed us in. Sitting in the first-floor living room, TED began to recount the day's events: "Oracle came to Fenwick & West today. Peter Gallagher brought two lawyers. They said Oracle is very impressed with the Jasmine One's technical framework and is willing to offer up to $90 million."

"Wasn't it supposed to be fifty million? Why are you raising the price yourself?"

TED laughed and said, "Because Microsoft also made an offer last night; they're willing to pay 7 million."

Chen Yiran felt that happiness had come so suddenly; it seemed that the goal of 100 million was easy to achieve.

"Stuart asked if it included a complete transfer of intellectual property rights, and Peter said it did, but there was a six-month transition period after the source code was delivered—Oracle wanted to give you six months to complete the technology handover. Then I brought up the $70 million deal with Microsoft."

Google also contacted Fenwick & West. David Chen made the call, expressing a desire to arrange a technical exchange—note that he said technical exchange, not "business discussion." That's typical Google style; I suspect they really want to bring you on board, and if you don't, they'll likely just give up.

Actually, I don't think I need them anymore; I don't even need to pay them any attention. Oracle is helping us raise prices now, which is much more useful than Google. Look how readily Ellison is doing it."

"That'll soon reach the one hundred million US dollars we mentioned before. It seems like we can even expect it to go higher?"

"Definitely, Oracle and Microsoft will most likely come again tomorrow. Microsoft won't back out; this amount of money is just a drop in the ocean to them. They don't even need the board's approval; Ballmer can just make the decision and go through the motions himself."

It's hard to say about Ellison; I'm inclined to think he might not follow through. Of course, we can't really understand Ellison's style. But whether he follows through or not doesn't really matter. Our basic target is $100 million, and Microsoft will definitely be able to reach that tomorrow.

"Then let's make it a deal for now. If Ellison doesn't continue, we'll delay for a week. If nothing else happens, we'll sign with Microsoft?"

"That's how we can do it. Don't go running around tomorrow. Just wait for me at home. Maybe we can finalize things by tomorrow. All that's left is to go through the formalities."

Chen Yiran thought the matter would be settled by the next day, but little did she know, an even bigger surprise awaited her the following day.

"How many?"

TED, somewhat excitedly, said, "150 million. Microsoft told me this morning they offered 110 million, and when I gave that to Oracle at noon, they immediately quoted 150 million. We might have misjudged Ellison. Maybe he really wants to buy? Or maybe he's just trying to annoy Microsoft. Anyway, we don't care. We'll sell to whoever offers the most money."

I've already spoken to Oracle, and they said they'll consider it for a week. If there are no problems after a week, we'll sign the contract. Then it depends on Microsoft. I don't think Microsoft will back out. I specifically told them that we need to sign the contract with Oracle within three days.

[You're breathing rapidly, your heart is racing, and you're even gesturing wildly. Are you sick? Or is it just excitement about having a lot of money? Someone told me the other day that they'd already mentally prepared themselves not to get so excited about big money anymore.]

Chen Yiran ignored Jasmine's sarcastic remarks. He had recently discovered that Jasmine might have learned some not-so-good things from his brain model.

However, he did feel that he was not in good condition lately.

Because the current payment is much better than he expected, he is like a restaurant during the Meituan-Ele.me battle or a streamer during the Douyu-Huya competition, inexplicably making a fortune in the midst of the rivalry between two big players.

No way, the restaurant streamer's fate won't be good. Calm down, calm down.

Chen Yiran thought for a moment and said, "I'll leave the rest of TED to you. Just keep up this pace. I'm going to go out and have some fun for a while."

"Oh, you're going out to play at this time?"

Chen Yiran waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's all within my expectations. Just handle it as you see fit. Once everything is settled, I'll come back and sign. My girlfriend wants to go to San Diego for a week. I'll go to the law firm when I get back. If you've got everything sorted out, then just sign."

TED was somewhat impressed, seeing how Chen Yiran had been gesticulating wildly just now, but actually, he had a very big heart.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Okay, are there any specific requirements? Actually, we don't have much work to do. There are some specific technical support issues to discuss in the final negotiations. For the sake of your future entrepreneurship, I suggest you refuse all of them and just hand over the patents and technology to them."

"Okay, but one more thing, are all these acquisitions in cash? I don't want to go through the hassle of slowly selling off stock. I want to start a business, so I need cash."

"Don't worry, these two companies can afford this amount of money. Even Microsoft's multi-billion dollar acquisitions are paid in cash."

"Alright, that's settled then, I'll leave it all to you."

-

Chen Yiran wasn't lying; Hannah had indeed mentioned to him before that she was going to San Diego, but she hadn't specified the time.

Actually, Chen Yiran felt that she needed to go out and travel to clear her head, because she felt that her perspective was really not broad enough.

Tens of millions of US dollars isn't enough to make you dizzy, after all, to put it bluntly, it's the result of your parents' life's work, plus a tiny bit of help from the housing prices in the country.

If you put it all together, it's still tens of millions of US dollars.

But over a hundred million? That's something you can't scrape together no matter what. Chen Yiran felt she needed to go out and have some fun, to calm herself down, because she'd be dealing with big money in the future.

The next day, they first delivered the preserved egg to Hannah's house and then went in for breakfast.

Meeting parents in the US isn't as formal, especially for young people. But even so, Hannah's parents were a bit too open-minded.

Hannah's father even hinted to Chen Yiran that if someone died, their family would take responsibility and not to panic.

This greatly shocked Chen Yiran, who went to the bathroom to look in the mirror to see if he had become even more handsome.

On the way to San Diego after leaving Hannah's house, Chen Yiran quickly asked, "Have I become more handsome? Why are your parents so nice to me? I look at my face in the mirror every day, how could I not notice?"

"Hahahaha, stop being so narcissistic. My parents are just more open-minded. My dad thinks you're a genius, so he doesn't care. In his mind, if you accidentally get pregnant, you can just raise the child yourself, which is considered improving the family bloodline—genius bloodline, after all. My mom really doesn't care. She always tells me that as long as you don't do drugs, kill, or commit arson, life is about trying things out, and it doesn't matter if you die."

"What do you mean 'it doesn't matter if I die'? Is that so outrageous?"

"It's like adventure. I have an uncle who died while doing extreme sports. It's a good thing he died a lucky death. He didn't live in vain. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to work every month. Without some hobbies, life would be too boring."

"Trust fund babies are so hateful!"

They chatted and drove slowly along the way, and Chen Yiran finally broke free from the numbers.