811: Chapter 86 Going Home

Shen Yan turned around, no longer sparing a glance at the so-called warlord.

He walked toward the long-sealed underground entrance.

Chen Guangke walked over, kicked open the iron gate blocking the way, and looked at Shen Yan's retreating figure with eyes full of fanaticism.

"Brother Yan, you really did it."

"I was ready to fight these bastards to the death just now, but you actually jammed his gun?"

"This is technology."

Shen Yan walked into the dark basement.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and dust.

As the beam of the flashlight swept across, rows of neat metal cabinets appeared before his eyes.

Those were the server clusters that had not yet been powered on.

The black casings reflected a cold metallic sheen under the light.

Inside every cabinet were densely packed H10 computing cards.

Those were not chips.

They were tickets to the future.

And in an independent, temperature-controlled room at the very back, a uniquely shaped cylindrical machine stood quietly.

It was a Quantum Key Distribution Machine.

The system did not deceive me.

Shen Yan walked over and reached out to stroke the cold metal cabinet.

The sensation under his fingertips made him tremble slightly.

With these things, that madman Lin Chi could truly awaken 'Tianshu'.

At that time, the so-called business competition would merely be a one-sided slaughter.

"Guang Ke."

"I'm here."

"Notify the Branch Company back home to prepare to receive this batch of supplies."

"Also, hang up the Rock Technology sign at this factory area."

"Replace all the security here with our own people. I want to turn Walden into our overseas data base."

Since he had come and taken control, Shen Yan had no intention of making just a one-time deal.

Although Walden was chaotic, chaos had its advantages.

Cheap electricity and no oversight—it was the perfect breeding ground for training Artificial Intelligence.

"Understood."

Chen Guangke grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"If those people who are eyeing us know we have a base in a place like this, they'll probably wet their pants from fear."

Shen Yan did not smile.

His gaze pierced through the gloomy basement, as if seeing something much farther away.

Deterring enemies?

That was just the beginning.

His goal was the stars and the sea.

It was already late at night after the handover procedures were completed.

Basong's men were very obedient; under the threat of having their accounts frozen, they worked harder than any professional mover.

Crates of priceless hardware were loaded onto the transport plane.

The rain started falling again.

The rain in Walden was black, mixed with industrial dust.

Shen Yan stood at the cabin door, looking down at this chaotic land beneath him.

Just a few hours ago, he was merely a tourist 'sent to die'.

Now, he was the king of this industrial zone.

"Boss, we can take off now."

The pilot reported over the channel.

Shen Yan nodded, taking one last look at the 'Rock Technology' neon sign that had just been hung up.

In the pitch-black night sky of Walden, that splash of blue looked exceptionally jarring, yet exceptionally domineering.

The plane roared and shot into the clouds.

Shen Yan sat back in his seat, and the feeling of exhaustion surged up like a tide.

He rubbed his temples and took out his phone again.

The signal had returned.

There were several unread messages in WeChat.

They were all from Liu Hui.

"Husband, have you arrived?"

"Your mother and the child are already asleep. Remember to eat after you finish your work."

"Oh, right, Youyou drew a picture today and said Daddy is a great hero."

Below was a picture.

It was drawn very childishly: a stick figure wearing a cape, holding a large sword, standing on top of a tall building.

Shen Yan looked at the drawing, and a trace of genuine smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even if he was a decisive business tyrant outside, a demon that made warlords tremble,

In that small home, he was just a father admired by his daughter and a husband awaited by his wife.

"Going home."

Shen Yan closed his eyes.

This was the reason he held the sword.

As for those who blocked his path,

Whether they were business tycoons or local thugs, he would just crush them.

The plane pierced through the thick cloud layer, flying toward the eastern dawn.

In the cabin, those crates of dormant chips were waiting to awaken.

They would soon stir up a storm capable of changing the world's structure.

And at the center of the storm was the man leaning back in his seat, seemingly asleep.

The morning in Jinghai City did not feel refreshed due to last night's heavy rain; instead, it steamed with a damp, hot sultriness.

When Shen Yan woke up, a faint scent of millet oil lingered under his nose—the unique smell of the millet porridge Liu Hui had stewed for two hours.

He didn't open his eyes immediately, instead enjoying this moment of tranquility, his body sinking into the soft latex mattress, as if last night in Walden, that slum full of gunpowder smoke and decay, had been an absurd dream.

But he knew it wasn't a dream; the thirty thousand sets of H10 computing cards running self-checks frantically in the basement were not a dream either.

Faint sounds came from downstairs—the sound of slippers stepping on the floor, very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Shen Yan rolled out of bed, casually threw on a dark gray loungewear, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

By the railing on the second floor, he saw Liu Hui pacing back and forth in the living room, holding the still-sleepy Shen An, humming an unfamiliar nursery rhyme.

The morning light streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window onto her, plating the woman's profile with a soft gold rim.

In that moment, Shen Yan suddenly felt that risking his life in front of those warlords might have been for this very second.

"Awake?"

As soon as Liu Hui looked up, she saw Shen Yan standing at the top of the stairs, a hint of pleasant surprise flashing in her eyes, before she immediately raised an index finger to her lips in a shushing gesture.

Shen An in her arms grunted twice, burying his head in his mother's embrace before falling asleep again.

Shen Yan walked downstairs, naturally wrapping his arms around his wife's waist from behind, resting his chin in the hollow of her neck and taking a deep breath.

There was no perfume, only a faint milky scent and the smell of laundry detergent, which allowed his tightly wound nerves to completely relax.

"Why didn't you sleep longer? You only got back late last night."

Liu Hui's voice was soft but carried a reassuring magnetism; her hand was still gently patting her son's back.

"I slept enough. Over there, I was just handling some small business involving scrap metal. It wasn't tiring."

Shen Yan told a lie, not mentioning the gun barrels or the hardware that could buy half the Jinghai Technology circle.

"Where is Youyou?"

"She's in the studio. She knew you were back, so she got up early saying she wanted to color the painting for Daddy."

Shen Yan released his hold, walked over to the single sofa nearby, and sat down, casually picking up the perfectly warm water from the coffee table and taking a sip.

"Go call her to get ready. She's not going to the studio today."

Liu Hui paused slightly, placing the sleeping Shen An into the nearby cradle.

"Then where are we going?"

Shen Yan leaned back against the sofa, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest—a habitual motion when he was thinking.

"To 'Star Sea Paradise'. I promised Youyou we would take her after this busy period at the company ends."