724: Chapter 719 The Day of Submitting the Paper

The elevator doors closed, shutting out Chen Guangke's complicated gaze.

Three months in the ancient city of Lingnan felt as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.

By Xuanwu Lake, the plot of land that Chen Wu had previously messed up into a complete mess had completely transformed.

A complex of buildings, blending the spirit of Jiangnan gardens with the sense of Future Technology, had shot up from the ground.

It had no name, only an internal codename—'Tiangong'.

Viewed from above, the entire complex resembled a meticulously carved chip, inlaid amidst the scenery of lakes and mountains, full of aesthetic beauty, order, and harmony.

Days alternated between busyness and tranquility.

The autumn wind turned the ginkgo leaves in the courtyard yellow, carpeting the bluestone path with a layer of gold.

In the study on the second floor of the villa, Youyou was leaning over a small desk, writing her homework stroke by stroke.

Beside her sat a female teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a gentle temperament.

This teacher, surnamed Wen, was a top educational expert specially hired through An Ran's connections for Shen Yan, brought in from the Jinling University's Young Scholars Program.

When she first came for the interview, she assumed she was going to be a companion tutor for some arrogant little princess from a wealthy family.

But the moment she saw Youyou, all her preconceptions were overturned.

This little girl was smart and polite, with a pair of eyes exactly like her father's, so clear one could see right through them.

What surprised her even more was the master of this household, Shen Yan.

This man, rumored in the outside world to have single-handedly stirred up the entire technology circle, was as mild as a friendly older brother at home.

He would calculate the time and walk in with a plate of cut fruit when it was Youyou's break time.

He never inquired about her study progress, only patted his daughter's head and whispered, "Rest for a bit, look out the window."

Teacher Wen saw Shen Yan standing quietly by the study door several times, watching his daughter and Liu Hui, just standing there for over ten minutes.

He carried none of the decisiveness of the marketplace; only a gentleness that had settled deep within him.

That gentleness made even an outsider like her feel a sense of peace.

Liu Hui's pregnancy belly was already slightly rounded.

Shen Yan didn't let her worry about anything; the team of nutritionists and the Nanny he hired were even more extravagant than the setup at a top confinement center.

Her daily life consisted of taking walks, reading books, or sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window watching Youyou and the pet robot, 'Qian Bao,' play in the courtyard, often staying that way for an entire afternoon.

These days often left her feeling dazed.

It was as if she had returned to many years ago, when Shen Yan was still trying to raise investment funds for his first project.

At that time, they also lived in a house with a small courtyard, although it was far less luxurious than now.

He was busy from dawn till dusk every day, but as soon as he returned home, he would immediately switch states and cook for her.

She always said, "You're too tired, don't work so hard."

He always replied with a smile, "Cooking for you and the child is the best kind of rest."

Now, he stood higher and had gone further, but that tenderness upon returning home had not changed in the slightest.

Liu Hui caressed her small belly, an unconcealable smile of happiness on her face.

She knew that what this man gave her was the most luxurious sense of security in the entire world.

The 'Tiangong' R&D Center, Sublevel Five, Maximum Security Laboratory.

The lighting here was always constant at the color temperature most suitable for research, and the air, filtered hundreds of times, was purer than the peak of the Alps.

In the huge circular space, hundreds of top Engineers and scientists were busy around a massive central device.

It was a precision monster composed of countless robotic arms, sensors, and quantum processors.

This was the prototype for tiangong no. 1.

Over the past ninety days, there was no day or night here.

Everyone was like wound-up lunatics, breaking down Shen Yan's crazy goal—'to give the AI the heart of an artist'—into tens of thousands of executable modules.

They argued, they cursed, and they even nearly came to blows.

Some people stayed awake for three days and three nights over the optimal solution for an algorithm.

Others banged their heads against the wall over a bottleneck in a data model.

But no one gave up.

Because Shen Yan had given them what all scientific researchers of this era craved most—unlimited budget, absolute trust, and a dream great enough to change the world.

And today was the day of submission.

In the observation area of the laboratory stood several people.

Shen Yan, Chen Guangke, Lin Boyuan, and Lin Zhiyao.

The Lin father and son had received the invitation yesterday, and even now, they still felt a sense of unreality.

Three months.

For a hereditary craft family, three months might not even be enough time to train a new apprentice to the entry level.

But Shen Yan was about to show them what an AI had learned in these three months.

The 'Tiangong' R&D Center, Sublevel Five, Maximum Security Laboratory.

The lighting here was always constant at the color temperature most suitable for research, and the air, filtered hundreds of times, was purer than the peak of the Alps.

In the huge circular space, hundreds of top Engineers and scientists were busy around a massive central device.

It was a precision monster composed of countless robotic arms, sensors, and quantum processors.

This was the prototype for tiangong no. 1.

Over the past ninety days, there was no day or night here.

Everyone was like wound-up lunatics, breaking down Shen Yan's crazy goal—'to give the AI the heart of an artist'—into tens of thousands of executable modules.

They argued, they cursed, and they even nearly came to blows.

Some people stayed awake for three days and three nights over the optimal solution for an algorithm.

Others banged their heads against the wall over a bottleneck in a data model.

But no one gave up.

Because Shen Yan had given them what all scientific researchers of this era craved most—unlimited budget, absolute trust, and a dream great enough to change the world.

And today was the day of submission.

In the observation area of the laboratory stood several people.

Shen Yan, Chen Guangke, Lin Boyuan, and Lin Zhiyao.

The Lin father and son had received the invitation yesterday, and even now, they still felt a sense of unreality.

Three months.

For a hereditary craft family, three months might not even be enough time to train a new apprentice to the entry level.

But Shen Yan was about to show them what an AI had learned in these three months.

Lin Boyuan harbored doubts in his heart.

Could art, especially a skill like Suzhou embroidery that required decades of refinement, really be built up with data and code?

He did not believe it.

Shen Yan did not offer much explanation, merely speaking into the microphone.

"Begin."

As soon as his voice fell, 'tiangong no. 1' in the center of the laboratory slowly started up.

Hundreds of differently shaped robotic arms stretched out flexibly, like awakening metal octopuses.

The end of one robotic arm held an embroidery needle as thin as a strand of hair.

Another robotic arm delicately picked up a sky-blue silk thread and, at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked human eye, completed the actions of splitting the thread and threading the needle.

The movement was so fluid, as if it had been practiced for a thousand years.