767: Chapter 762 The Biggest Bottleneck

"Old Shen..."

Chen Guangke swallowed.

His fingers swiped across the screen, trembling slightly.

"Zhao Dequan... really went in."

"The short positions we took, this round earned us at least this much."

He held up five fingers, then felt it wasn't enough, and flipped his hand over.

One billion.

This money came too fast.

So fast it felt unreal.

Just like a dream.

Just two hours ago.

They were still in that magnificent guild hall, being mocked as nouveau riche.

Being pointed at and told they lacked class.

And now that high-and-mighty Chairman Zhao had become a prisoner.

Shen Yan leaned back against the rear seat, eyes closed, as if none of this concerned him.

"Standard procedure."

He uttered four words lightly.

There is no windfall in this world without reason.

There is only information disparity; mastering information is mastering God's perspective.

"Right."

Shen Yan opened his eyes.

He pulled out the lacquer box from his pocket; inside lay the last piece of "floating dawn."

In the circle of Fragrance Prefecture's elite right now, this item had been hyped to an astronomical price; someone was willing to offer eight million, and some were even willing to trade a downtown commercial property for it.

Just for a few hours of the "Domain of God."

But in Shen Yan's hands, it was just a trinket.

"Find the best security company."

Shen Yan handed the lacquer box to the driver in the front seat. "Deliver it to Splendid Garden, hand it directly to Liu Hui."

Chen Guangke froze for a moment.

"Now?"

"It's so late, Sister-in-law is probably asleep."

Shen Yan glanced out the window.

The moon hung over the sea.

Very round.

"She doesn't sleep well."

Shen Yan's voice softened slightly.

"Although she doesn't say it, she is actually under a lot of pressure."

"She has to take care of the family, and she has to help me manage logistics."

"She has neurasthenia."

Chen Guangke fell silent.

But his heart was churning wildly.

Medicine worth eight million, used to treat neurasthenia.

If the old men from the guild hall just now knew about this...

They would probably suffer a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

This was Shen Yan.

To outsiders, he was a wolf that devoured people without spitting out bones.

To his family, he would give his very heart.

"Right."

Shen Yan seemed to recall something. "Tell the security personnel."

"Be gentle with your movements."

"Don't wake up Youyou and Xiao An."

The next day.

Shen Yan did not linger in Fragrance Prefecture.

Even though legends about him were now circulating everywhere in Fragrance Prefecture's business world.

Countless people were pulling strings to see him, wanting the formula for "floating dawn," or even just wanting to share a meal with him.

Shen Yan declined them all, leaving Chen Guangke to handle the aftermath.

He took the earliest flight back to Jiangcheng.

When he pushed open the door to his home.

It was three in the afternoon.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room.

It was a bit glaring.

But also a bit warm.

Intermittent piano music drifted from the living room.

It was Richard Clayderman's "Ballade pour Adeline."

But it was played haltingly.

Like a child just learning to walk.

Occasionally interspersed with a few frustrated sighs.

Shen Yan changed his shoes and tiptoed into the living room.

A delicate, jade-carved little girl was sitting in front of the piano.

She had two pigtails.

And was wearing a white princess dress.

That was Youyou.

His daughter.

When her Ex-wife took custody of her.

Youyou was still very young.

At that time, her eyes always held a look of terror.

Even after returning to Shen Yan's side.

She dared not speak loudly for a long time.

Shen Yan spent a lot of effort.

To make the child smile again.

"Daddy!"

Youyou sensed something.

She turned around.

Her previously furrowed little face instantly relaxed.

Like a flower blooming.

She jumped off the piano stool.

And rushed over on her short little legs.

Shen Yan squatted down.

And scooped his daughter up in one go.

She was light.

Still a bit thin.

She needed to be nourished properly.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Yan gently scratched her little nose.

"Not happy playing the piano?"

Youyou wrapped her arms around Shen Yan's neck, burying her head in the hollow of his neck, and said gloomily,

"This piece is so hard, Teacher said it needs emotion."

"But Youyou doesn't know what emotion is."

"Youyou only wants to play it for Daddy to hear."

Shen Yan's heart softened.

"Youyou plays very beautifully. Daddy likes it very much."

He carried his daughter to the piano.

A black Steinway.

This was something he specially ordered from Country D.

It was very valuable.

But under Youyou's hands, it was just a big toy.

"But..."

Youyou pointed to the somewhat worn-out sheet music on the music stand.

"There are so many notes on here that I don't understand."

"Teacher said that for some good pieces, the current scores are incomplete."

"It would be great if we could find those really, really amazing scores."

"Then Youyou could become a pianist."

Children speak without reserve.

Shen Yan smiled and rubbed her head.

Just as he was about to offer some comfort.

At that moment.

He suddenly saw the familiar light blue screen.

It popped up without any warning.

[Keyword detected: Incomplete Sheet Music, Pianist, Value.]

[Generating advanced wealth intelligence...]

Shen Yan's movement paused.

His pupils contracted slightly.

The system was here.

And this time.

It was Advanced Intelligence.

This was the first time an advanced level of intelligence had appeared since "floating dawn."

The text on the light screen began to scroll.

Like streams of flowing data.

[Intelligence Level: Advanced (Rare Treasure)]

[Target Item: "Devil's Trill" — Tartini Manuscript (Fragment)]

[Item Description: The autograph manuscript of 18th-century violin master Giuseppe Tartini, recording the lost melody he heard the Devil play in a dream. This manuscript is not merely sheet music; it contains special frequency arrangements concerning acoustics and human brainwave resonance, holding extremely high reference value for Artificial Intelligence emotional simulation algorithms.]

[Current Location: Jiangcheng City, West District, Junk Recycling Station.]

[Specific Coordinates: No. 4 waste paper stacking warehouse, third blue woven bag from the left, bottom layer, tucked between a pile of expired "Zhiyin" magazines.]

[Acquisition Time Limit: 2 hours 35 minutes.]

[Risk Warning: This recycling station will undergo full shredding and compression treatment at 6:00 PM today.]

Shen Yan looked at the light screen before him.

His breath hitched for half a second.

Tartini.

This name might be unfamiliar to ordinary people.

But in the music world.

He was a god.

Legend said he sold his soul to the Devil in a dream.

In exchange for the peerless "Devil's Trill."

The existing scores.

Were all transcriptions by later generations.

The original manuscript had been lost for centuries.

Who would have thought such a national treasure would be in a scrap collection station in Jiangcheng?

Moreover.

It was sandwiched between a pile of expired gossip magazines.

More importantly.

The additional value the system mentioned.

"Acoustics and special frequencies of human brainwave resonance."

"Artificial Intelligence emotional simulation algorithms."

This was the real gold mine.

What was the biggest bottleneck for Shen Yan now that he was working on Artificial Intelligence?

It wasn't computing power, nor data; it was "emotion."