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

Xu Li drove Chen Yiran across two streets and stopped in front of a shop called Lumingchun.

The storefront wasn't large, and the glass windows were covered with clippings from the New York Times recommending "Best Soup Dumplings in New York." A large crowd of people were waiting outside.

The aunt at the door took a crumpled piece of paper, wrote a number on it with a ballpoint pen, and handed it to them.

"Two people, number fifteen. Wait a moment."

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, the two were led to a four-person table in a corner.

Xu Li ordered directly: "Two servings of xiaolongbao, one with crab roe and one with pork. Also, a bowl of scallion oil noodles, braised vegetarian chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a shrimp scrambled egg."

They ordered plenty of food, and Chen Yiran didn't object, since the old man was paying anyway.

The dishes were served quickly. The xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) arrived first, eight in a steamer, with paper lining the bottom and a layer of oil on top.

These are truly excellent dishes. The crab roe one is even better, with a wonderfully fresh and fragrant crab roe flavor. The scallion oil noodles are also authentic, with thin yet chewy noodles.

While eating, Xu Li said, "Alright, boss, tell me how it works. If it's possible, I'll give it a try, and my family will look at me with more respect."

Chen Yiran picked up a crab roe xiaolongbao and briefly explained the parallel car business. Honestly, it's not difficult. There aren't many companies like his that operate shell companies; one car can yield at least six or seven thousand US dollars in profit, and maybe even ten thousand more.

However, there were many middlemen involved, and this remained the mainstream practice for the next few years. Large middlemen, those with sufficient capital, recruited their own people, acquired vehicles, and shipped them to China. This method was very profitable, but it tied up too much capital, with each cycle taking two months. Smaller middlemen simply didn't invest any money; they connected Chinese dealers in the US, who then traded directly with Chinese dealers, with the middleman taking a commission of two to three thousand dollars per vehicle.

After listening, Xu Li put down his chopsticks, his eyes lighting up: "Setting up a company like you do is a bit troublesome, with letters of credit and all that. I have my own money, so can't I just buy it and send it back to China?"

"Yes, that's possible, it just takes a little longer. Payment will be made once the truck arrives at the port, and you can contact the shipping company directly."

Xu Li thought for a moment and said, "Okay, since you don't have a driver's license and you have to rely on me to go out, I'll let you do it first. If you can really do it, I'll try buying two cars and shipping them back myself."

Chen Yiran nodded: "Sure, do you have that much funding?"

Xu Li said softly, "My parents want me to buy a house here. They've transferred 500,000 yuan to me in installments, but I haven't learned the language well enough yet, so I haven't bought one yet."

Chen Yiran had heard of this in his previous life. It seemed that Xu Li looked around but didn't buy it, thinking that Delaware wasn't necessary, and instead bought it in New York.

"Okay, I'll make this trip first. If it's all done well, it'll prove that the customs clearance company over there is decent, and you can contact them later. You have to do me a favor. My shell company can accept the letter of credit, but we can't get the money until the truck leaves the port."

The bank might hesitate to issue a letter of credit for my car, since it's a new company and they might require a deposit. I have an outstanding letter of credit; I should be able to issue one with a 10% deposit. I was originally going to ask my parents for the money, which would probably be over ten thousand yuan. If you have any, could you lend it to me? I'll probably need it for at least a week. Of course, it's also possible that I won't need it.

"No problem, just let me know if you need anything later."

The two chatted and ate, and didn't stay in New York for long before hurrying back to Delaware.

They both asked for leave to come out; they both emailed their teachers saying they had colds and sore throats, and they had to go to the school hospital to make it look like they were getting a sick note.

On the way back to Newark, Chen Yiran took out her phone to check the time.

Upon arriving in Newark, Xu Li skillfully drove to Laurel Hall, number 282.

Several old red-brick buildings stand in front of a few large oak trees. This is the student dormitory, and one of the buildings houses a small school clinic.

Seeing Xu Li's practiced manner, Chen Yiran teased, "You've been here quite a few times, haven't you?"

Xu Li calmly said, "Men have to miss one or two days every month, it's normal."

The two chatted and laughed all the way into the hospital, but once inside, they immediately became quiet and reserved.

A bespectacled receptionist sat at the front desk, picked up a form, and asked a question.

"Walk-in or appointment?"

"Walk-in".

Please fill out this form.

The form was simple. It included name, student ID, symptom description, and allergy history. Chen Yiran wrote "sore throat, headache" in the symptom column.

The reason that always works is that doctors won't say anything for a minor cold; they'll usually just close their eyes and issue a sick leave note.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Chen Yiran was called into a very small consultation room.

The doctor was a white female doctor in her thirties, and she looked a little tired.

"How long have you had a sore throat?"

"It started last night."

"Do you have a fever?"

"No, I just have a bit of a headache."

She took a tongue depressor and examined her throat, then listened with a stethoscope.

"Your throat is a little red, but it's not serious. Drink plenty of water and get some rest." She opened her computer and typed a few words quickly. "I'll prescribe some cold medicine for you, and a sick leave slip. You can just give it to your teacher."

As I left the school clinic, I clutched a doctor's sick leave slip and a paper bag of cold medicine.

Xu Li also obtained a sick leave certificate from another doctor, who was already waiting for him.

The two people looked at each other.

"Your acting is good," Chen Yiran said.

"What acting? My throat really hurts." Xu Li cleared his throat. "I had the air conditioning on too high this morning."

It was already 3 p.m. when I got back to my apartment in Studio Green.

Chen Yiran changed her clothes and casually placed the sick leave slip and medicine on the table.

I opened my computer, logged into Gmail, and took a look. There was an email; ELI's teacher had replied—a standard reply, wishing him a speedy recovery but hoping to see a sick leave note.

Chen Yiran left another message on Manager Wang's QQ, explaining that there should be 30 vehicles available and they were being arranged. He said he would contact Manager Wang after confirming the details and ask him to open a letter of credit.

I immediately emailed AVE to confirm that I would need 30 vehicles and that a letter of credit was being processed. I promised not to back out of the order and hoped they could arrange for the vehicles to be dispatched first. If they were really worried about backing out, then I would have to wait a little longer.

Once everything was settled, I started asking Jasmine in my mind again.

"Now that you've learned Python, what would you like to learn next?"

[To achieve our goal, try searching for "Stanford machine learning".]

"Machine learning?"

[I noticed this concept when I was writing web crawlers before: letting computers find patterns in data without humans writing rules one by one. I can learn on my own, but I'm running in your brain; I don't know how external programs learn. If we want to develop AI in the external world, we need to learn this aspect.]

Chen Yiran opened Google and searched for "Stanford machine learning".

The first result is the Stanford Engineering Everywhere page, CS229, Andrew Ng.

Clicking through, the course page is simply designed, clearly made by the university itself. The course outline, lecture notes (PDF), and complete course videos are all free—that's quite generous.

[Use the lecture notes; it's faster than watching the videos.]

Chen Yiran downloaded the lecture notes PDF, but when he opened it, he found it to be completely incomprehensible.

Then comes the familiarization process, constantly turning the pages.

After his last conversation with Jasmine, Chen Yiran even intentionally ignored the content on the screen, simply acting as a page-turning machine.

About an hour later.

Chen Yiran picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, feeling a little dizzy.

I touched my forehead, and it seemed like I had a slight fever again.

Your body temperature has risen.

"I felt it too."

High-intensity exercise consumes energy, and a rise in body temperature is a normal byproduct. Drink plenty of water, eat something, and you'll be fine after resting.

"I know, it was like this last time I was learning, and it was like this when I was coding. That time I slept until the afternoon of the next day."

[This time was short, and I've already grasped the basic logic of web scraping, so this learning experience was helpful. The amount of information processed wasn't that large, so I probably won't sleep until the afternoon.]

Chen Yiran closed the PDF.

Why did it stop?

"I'm not watching anymore, this can't go on like this." He leaned back in his chair.

Jasmine learns things too quickly; if she studied like this every day, she wouldn't last a week.

Based on medical knowledge, there shouldn't be any problems. Perhaps we could learn some medical knowledge first? However, I'm quite certain that as a serious fan of medical documentaries, your basic medical knowledge is sufficient. Alternatively, we could study medicine first and then switch to AI research?

"It's not a physical problem. I tried it last time, and I felt refreshed after a good night's sleep. But the problem is that tomorrow is Friday and I have to go to class. I just asked for leave today, do I have to ask for leave again?"

I believe we don't need to continue with ELI courses; our English level is perfectly adequate for living and studying in the United States.

"I know, but have you forgotten about the F1 question? Don't you remember everything?"

[Let me think about this. You're right. Long-term absences could lead to expulsion and the cancellation of your F1 visa. However, based on your memory, many of your friends from your past life have taken too many days off. The first time, they'd only be called to a meeting and warned, not expelled outright. I think we can…]

"Stop, stop, stop, there's no need. If something goes wrong, the university will call the parents, okay? What if my parents worry then? Let me think about it. I've got it, I've got an idea."

Chen Yiran opened her browser and Googled TOEFL.