821: Chapter 816 Exterminate All

"Target located at C Block, Row 3, Seat 4. Male, body fat percentage exceeded, insufficient blood supply to the left ventricle, and ingested high-concentration alcohol five minutes ago."

"Warning: Signs of acute myocardial infarction detected. Immediate cessation of eating and lying flat awaiting rescue recommended. Three-minute countdown initiated."

The wine glass in Zhao Dehai's hand clattered to the floor.

He had indeed felt a tightness in his chest just now, thinking it was just his tie being too tight.

"Nonsense! Are you a doctor?" Qu Zhenghao snapped back angrily, "Bank President Zhao is in excellent health!"

However, before the words even left his mouth, Zhao Dehai suddenly clutched his chest, his face turning deathly pale as he collapsed onto the chair, gasping for air.

The crowd instantly erupted.

"Quick! Call an ambulance!"

"It’s really a heart attack? This AI is incredible!"

Several private doctors present immediately rushed over. After a brief examination, their expressions drastically changed.

"It truly is acute myocardial ischemia! Hurry up and give him medicine!"

Amidst the chaos, Shen Yan remained standing there, like an outsider.

He didn't even spare a glance at the fallen Bank President Zhao, instead turning his gaze toward the ashen-faced Qu Zhenghao.

"General Manager Qu, besides playing chess, can your deep blue calculate how many minutes Bank President Zhao has left to live?"

Qu Zhenghao trembled, pointing at Shen Yan but unable to speak.

"Also."

Shen Yan snapped his fingers.

The Tian Shu on the screen blinked again, and the image switched to the backend server data of Tianhai Group.

"General Manager Qu, since everyone is here, why don't we fix a BUG for you while we’re at it."

"In your deep blue Number Three, core code line 496, that is the discarded infinite loop from the 'icarus' project."

"At the current operating frequency, in another..."

Shen Yan raised his wrist to glance at his watch.

"Three minutes, and the server room located underground will catch fire."

Qu Zhenghao shrieked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "You're talking nonsense! That was independently developed by us!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, we'll know by watching the monitoring feed."

The screen image shifted, cutting to the monitoring feed of the Tianhai Building's underground server room.

In the feed, several servers were emitting black smoke, and the red high-temperature alarm light was flashing wildly.

Immediately after, flames erupted.

Whoosh!

The banquet hall was in an uproar.

This was too much of a slap in the face!

One second they were boasting about being 'epoch-making,' and the next second their own servers were burning.

This wasn't artificial intelligence; it was artificial idiocy.

Qu Zhenghao's legs gave out, and he sank to the floor.

It was over.

Tianhai Group's stock price wouldn't just hit the limit down tomorrow; it would be delisted.

At that moment, the AI named 'Tian Shu' spoke again, its tone full of disdain.

"Father, this kind of low-level code is truly disgusting to look at, like eating moldy bread. Can I delete it?"

Shen Yan shrugged.

"That's General Manager Qu's treasure. Even if it's garbage, we still have to respect their 'intellectual property.'"

That sentence was like a resounding slap, making Qu Zhenghao's cheeks sting.

The surrounding guests' gazes toward Shen Yan completely changed.

It was no longer the look reserved for a nouveau riche, but the look reserved for a monster.

An AI that could accurately diagnose illnesses, arbitrarily invade servers, and even possess anthropomorphic emotions.

This wasn't just technological suppression; it was dimensional crushing.

The few top investors sitting in the corner could no longer remain seated. They hurriedly pulled out their phones to message their secretaries.

"Regardless of the cost, I want to see him in Shen Yan's office tomorrow!"

"Sell all Tianhai stock! Now! Immediately! Buy all shares of Rock Technology!"

Shen Yan ignored the commotion around him and turned back to his seat.

As he passed Qu Zhenghao, he paused, lowered his voice, and spoke at a volume audible only to the two of them:

"Oh, right, General Manager Qu, I forgot to tell you."

"The transfer records for the twenty million from the charity fund that you misappropriated to cover your Macau gambling debts are also on that burnt server."

"But don't worry, Tian Shu is a good child. It helped you 'back up' a copy and sent it to the Economic Investigation Detachment."

Qu Zhenghao looked up sharply, pure terror in his eyes.

"You..."

"Shh."

Shen Yan placed his index finger to his lips. "Enjoy your last dinner."

Returning to his seat, Liu Hui was looking at him with utter adoration, tightly clutching the damp towel, her palms covered in sweat.

"Hubby, what you just did... was so cool."

Liu Hui spoke incoherently. Although she didn't understand the technology, she understood the situation.

The arrogant Qu Zhenghao had been ruined by a few words from her husband.

Shen Yan smiled and downed the glass of lemon water on the table.

"This is cool? It's not over yet."

At this moment, the Host on stage was so embarrassed he wanted to find a crack in the floor to crawl into.

The server burned, the Chairman collapsed—how could this banquet possibly continue?

Just then, Tian Shu on the big screen suddenly transformed into a giant smiling face.

"Dear uncles and aunties, to make up for the time wasted by that idiot just now, Father has decided to give everyone a small gift."

A stream of code and blueprints began scrolling across the screen.

It was the 'Jinghai Intelligent Traffic Optimization Plan (Civilian Version)' that Shen Yan had instructed Tian Shu to compile.

"This is a traffic guidance model based on chaos algorithms, donated free of charge to the Jinghai City Government."

"With this, the congestion index during Jinghai's morning and evening rush hours is projected to decrease by forty percent."

This was the truly grand gesture.

Not donating money, but directly solving pain points.

The Mayor, sitting on the other side of the main table, jumped up, his hands trembling with excitement.

This was political achievement! A massive political achievement!

If they could solve the traffic congestion problem without spending a single penny, then Rock Technology would be the benefactor of Jinghai!

Applause.

The applause that followed was ten, even a hundred times more fervent than before, echoing throughout the banquet hall.

This time, there was no insincerity; it was all heartfelt awe.

Shen Yan sat at the center of the applause, his expression calm.

He felt someone tugging at his trouser leg from below.

He looked down. It was his son, not even one year old, Shen An, who must have woken up at some point and was staring at him with wide eyes, blowing bubbles from his mouth.

Shen Yan bent down and held his son close.

In this moment, no commercial empire, no AI hegemony, could compare to this soft little ball of flesh in his arms.

"Brother Yan."

Chen Guangke had somehow snuck over, wearing that mixture of excitement and punchable smugness on his face.

"That scanning move by Tian Shu just now was brilliant. You didn't see it, but when Bank President Zhao was carried away, he was still shouting about approving your loan."

"And that Qu Zhenghao, he's already been taken away by the police, said to be assisting with the investigation."

Shen Yan played with his son's little hand, not looking up.

"Tell Wu Ya to start acquiring Tianhai Group's quality assets tomorrow, especially their hardware factories."

"Even if the software is trash, the land and equipment are still worth something."

Chen Guangke clicked his tongue twice.

"You're planning to wipe them out completely, aren't you?"

"The marketplace is a battlefield. If I don't eat him, he will eat me."

Shen Yan handed his son to Liu Hui and stood up to straighten his suit.

"Let's go. Home."

"So early? It's not over yet. So many people are lining up wanting to toast you," Chen Guangke gestured toward the group of eager socialites behind him.

Shen Yan glanced at those faces holding wine glasses, full of fawning smiles, and a flicker of impatience crossed his eyes.

"Not interested."