770: Chapter 765 Recommended Candidates

The heir to a famous real estate family in Austria.

He was also a notorious profligate.

He didn't want that pile of scrap paper at all; he just wanted to find some fun and see this Asian man get embarrassed.

"Ten thousand."

Shen Yan didn't hesitate in the slightest.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Twenty thousand."

Karl turned around, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Shen Yan with a mocking expression.

Like a cat playing with a mouse.

The people around them started to heckle.

"Karl, don't be too mean."

"Let the man buy it back; maybe he thinks it's a treasure."

Shen Yan's expression remained unchanged.

He was looking at the system panel.

It displayed the internal structural diagram of that pile of "waste paper."

In the middle of those messy notes,

In the interlayer,

Lay several sheets of parchment quietly.

That was the final piece of the puzzle.

Value?

To Shen Yan, its value was the foundation of the Artificial Intelligence empire.

It was priceless.

"One hundred thousand."

Shen Yan named a figure.

The hall instantly quieted down.

One hundred thousand Euros.

To buy a pile of waste paper?

This was madness.

The smile on Karl's face froze for a moment.

Although he was rich, he wasn't stupid.

Buying this junk for one hundred thousand Euros would get his legs broken by his father when he got home.

But he didn't want to admit defeat just like that.

This was about saving face.

"Two hundred thousand!"

Karl gritted his teeth and shouted out.

He was gambling.

Gambling that this Asian man wouldn't dare to follow.

"Five hundred thousand."

Shen Yan's voice was still placid.

As if he were buying two pounds of cabbage at the market.

He directly added three hundred thousand.

This method of bidding was not an auction; it was smashing money, using money to grind the opponent's dignity into the ground.

The hall was dead silent.

Even the auctioneer's hand trembled slightly.

Fifty thousand Euros.

That was already the price of a maybach.

Karl's face flushed the color of pig liver.

He clicked his lighter, igniting it.

The flame illuminated his contorted face.

Follow?

Or not follow?

Spending five hundred thousand on a pile of trash would make him the laughingstock of all Vienna.

But backing down?

Just now, he had mocked the other person as a profiteer.

"Six... Sixty thousand."

Karl's voice sounded weak.

"One million."

Shen Yan delivered a finishing blow, giving the other party no chance to catch his breath.

"Still want to play?"

Shen Yan raised his head for the first time, his gaze cutting through the dim lighting to land on Karl's face.

In those eyes,

There was no anger, no provocation, only a calmness that ran deep.

Like looking at a stone by the roadside.

Karl opened his mouth.

It felt as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

He couldn't make a sound.

One million.

He was insane.

This Asian man was absolutely insane.

"One million once."

The auctioneer's voice had changed pitch.

"One million twice."

"One million three times!"

"Bang!"

The gavel fell.

That pile of "waste paper" belonged to Shen Yan.

It wasn't until the waiter brought the wooden box over for Shen Yan to sign for the payment by card.

The people in the hall hadn't snapped back to reality.

Shen Yan paid.

Ignoring the surrounding looks that treated him like an idiot.

He reached into the box.

He rummaged through the pile of yellowed papers.

He didn't take everything.

He only pulled out a booklet that looked like an account book, tucked in the middle.

Then he pushed the wooden box aside.

"The rest, give it to that gentleman in the red suit."

Shen Yan pointed to Karl in the first row.

"I think he likes it quite a bit."

"Consider it a welcoming gift."

With that,

Shen Yan turned and left.

Leaving behind a clamor.

One million Euros.

Just to buy that shabby notebook?

And he threw the rest to the person who had been raising the bid just now?

This wasn't just slapping someone's face; this was ripping off their skin and grinding it on the floor.

Karl looked at the broken box in front of him.

His face cycled through shades of green and white.

It felt as disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly.

Once outside the manor, Shen Yan sat back in the car, shielded from external view.

"Back to the hotel,"

He instructed the driver.

Then he quickly pulled up the sunshade.

His fingers were trembling slightly.

Not from excitement.

But from the resonance transmitted by the system.

He carefully unstitched the seams of the cover of that "account book."

Several sheets of parchment, thin as cicada wings, slid out.

They were covered in twisted musical notes written in dark red ink.

The material was exactly the same as the fragment he had found at the scrap yard earlier.

The handwriting was identical.

The system interface popped up again.

This time, the light was brighter than any previous instance.

[Core component detected.]

["The Devil's Trill" Original Manuscript (Completion Volume) confirmed.]

[Assembling...]

Shen Yan took out the previous fragment from his embrace.

The two pieces of parchment were placed together.

The cuts fit perfectly,

As if they had never been separated.

The moment the assembly was complete,

Those originally static musical notes seemed to come alive.

Slowly wriggling on the paper.

In Shen Yan's mind,

A sharp violin sound suddenly rang out.

The sound was shrill, manic,

Yet it carried an ineffable mathematical beauty.

That was not an ordinary melody.

It was a string of code.

A code disguised in musical notes,

Regarding the activation code for the emotional regions of the human cerebral cortex.

[Assembly completion: 10%.]

[Advanced reward unlocked: Emotional Algorithm Core Architecture (First Generation).]

[System Analysis: What Tartini heard in his dream was not the Devil's performance, but an information stream from a higher dimension. This frequency can directly bypass the logic layer and resonate with the human amygdala, simulating the most primitive "fear," "sorrow," and "ecstasy."]

Shen Yan leaned back in his seat.

He let out a long breath.

This was what he had been looking for.

The rain in Vienna was still falling,

Tapping against the windows of the maybach,

Like a nocturne with a broken rhythm.

Shen Yan leaned against the leather seat.

The screen of the tablet computer beside him was lit up.

It showed high-definition scans of those few parchment sheets.

The code analyzed by the system was perfect.

So perfect it resembled a precise mathematical model.

But Shen Yan couldn't understand it.

Specialization requires expertise.

He started his career in software, writing code and designing architecture.

But what lay before him was not C++ or Python.

It was a brand new logical language based on chaos mathematics and acoustic frequencies.

It was like installing an organ called "sensibility" into a computer.

Without an expert to construct it,

This thing was just the blueprint for a nuclear reactor drawn on paper.

It looked intimidating,

But on the ground, it was just waste paper.

"System,"

Shen Yan called out in his mind.

"Recommend a candidate."

Since the system provided this key,

It naturally knew where the lock was.

The blue light screen before his retina flickered once.

A massive stream of data flashed by like a waterfall.

Finally, it settled on a photograph.

[Target locked.]

[Name: Chu Li.]

[Identity: Former MIT Ph.D. in Computational Neuroscience, currently an adjunct researcher at the "deep blue" laboratory in Vienna.]

[Status: Extremely distressed.]

[Current Location: 2.5 kilometers from the Host, "Black Cat" Jazz Bar in the back alley of the Vienna City Library.]

[System Evaluation: There is only a thin line between a madman and a genius, and he is currently tightrope walking on that line. His theories on Artificial Intelligence emotional simulation are twenty years ahead of his time, leading the mainstream academic community to view him as a heretic.]

[Note: In ten minutes, he will face the greatest humiliation of his life; not only will he be kicked out of the research team, but he will also face huge breach of contract penalties.]

Shen Yan closed the light screen.

He tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

"Turn around,"

He told the driver in front.

"Go to the back alley of the City Library."

"Yes, Mr. Shen."