837: Chapter 832 The Situation is Set

Shen Yan did not want to look at him for another second.

The system prompt sound for mission completion was already ringing in his mind.

[Mission Complete]

[Reward: One Piece of Advanced Intelligence (To Be Claimed)]

Shen Yan turned around, took the sample piece back from Liang Zexu's hand, and placed it back into the box.

Chen Guangke snapped the lid shut.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, like drawing a period at the end of this farce.

"Everyone."

Shen Yan surveyed the surrounding investors.

His gaze was indifferent, neither deliberately trying to please anyone nor deliberately trying to belittle anyone.

But everyone felt an invisible pressure.

"This is only the first batch."

"In the future, the materials industry in Jinghai will only have this one standard."

After speaking, Shen Yan, with Chen Guangke, walked out without looking back.

The crowd automatically parted a path.

Those who had been mocking him moments ago now kept their heads down, afraid that he would remember their faces.

When he reached the doorway, Shen Yan suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, just said one sentence with his back to Liang Zexu.

"Oh right, Old Feng asked me to pass on a message."

Liang Zexu suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with terror.

"He said that the final part of the data in that paper, you copied it wrong back then."

"You missed a decimal point."

"That's why you haven't been able to move forward an inch in the past fifteen years."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Liang Zexu swayed twice and slumped onto the ground.

The ground was covered with the shards of glass he had just smashed. They pierced his expensive trousers and dug into his flesh, but he felt no pain.

There was only an icy chill that reached the bone.

So, the teacher had known all along.

So, his fifteen years of success abroad were, in the teacher's eyes, nothing more than a clown congratulating himself on having the wrong answer.

Shen Yan walked out of the hotel entrance.

The night breeze was cool, blowing away the smell of alcohol on him.

Chen Guangke let out a long breath, feeling as if every pore on his body had burst open.

"Satisfying!"

"So damn satisfying!"

"Brother Yan, did you see that bastard's expression just now? It was like he had eaten a dead fly!"

Chen Guangke was so excited that he was gesticulating wildly, wishing he could perform a set of military drills on the street.

He turned his head, looking at the receding street view outside the window, still muttering.

"Brother, what you did just now was brilliant."

"Now these bastards in Jinghai should finally behave."

Shen Yan leaned back against the rear seat. He did not reply.

The streetlights outside flashed by one by one, the light and shadow flickering across his face.

For Chen Guangke, this was a thoroughly satisfying victory, but for Shen Yan, this was merely a process whose outcome he had long foreseen, and it was even a bit tedious.

Shen Yan closed his eyes.

The light blue virtual panel reappeared on his retina.

The crisp notification sound in the banquet hall had been drowned out by the noise.

Now, the world was quiet.

[Mission Settlement Complete]

[Reward Issuing...]

A line of golden text slowly emerged in the darkness.

Unlike the ordinary commercial intelligence of the past, this time the font carried a sense of weight.

[Congratulations on obtaining: advanced wealth intelligence]

[Click to view details]

Shen Yan moved his consciousness slightly.

The golden light spread out, transforming into an exquisitely detailed world map.

A red coordinate point was flashing wildly in the upper left corner of the map.

That was the European continent.

Specifically, it was France.

[Intelligence Location: France, Marseille, Saint-Jean Port Warehouse Area]

[Target Codename: The Remains of titan]

[Intelligence Details: In three days, the French customs will hold a public auction for a batch of long-unclaimed detained containers. The container numbered CN-779 has a declared manifest of "Scrap Electronic Components and Industrial Waste."]

[True Value: Hidden in the interlayer inside this container are the final manuscripts of the late Alan Turing (alias), a former famous semiconductor architect known as the "Silicon Valley Ghost," and a prototype of the first AI computing chip based on a graphene architecture—the "deep blue heart."]

[Background Supplement: Alan died in a bizarre car accident five years ago, and his laboratory subsequently caught fire, incinerating all data. Major global tech giants have been searching for this chip, rumored to be capable of breaking Moore's Law, unaware that Alan hid it in a pile of electronic waste being shipped to the Third World for disposal.]

Shen Yan suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils constricted, and his heart hammered heavily in his chest.

Artificial Intelligence.

The current AI market, while appearing hot, is actually throttled by computing power.

Whoever controls a stronger computing architecture holds the scepter of the next era.

His original plan was to slowly pave the way with his current funds, aiming to establish a foothold in this field within five years.

But now, the system had directly tossed the key to the finish line in front of him.

Graphene architecture.

A prototype machine—this wasn't just about money; this was a scepter.

"Guang Ke."

Shen Yan's voice was slightly hoarse.

Chen Guangke was still immersed in the thrill of crushing Liang Zexu under his heel and didn't react immediately.

"Huh? What's wrong, Brother Yan? Are you hungry? I know a place that serves late-night snacks..."

"Book the plane tickets."

Shen Yan interrupted him.

"Huh?"

Chen Guangke was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Yan.

"Where to?"

"France."

Shen Yan uttered two words.

"As soon as possible."

Chen Guangke's mouth dropped open.

"Wait, Brother Yan, we just took down Liang Zexu. The company's phones are definitely going to be ringing off the hook tomorrow."

"Ning Ke still needs to discuss follow-up cooperation with you, and An Ran's funds also need to enter the market."

"At this critical juncture, you're going abroad?"

Chen Guangke felt like his boss might have gotten too excited.

Shouldn't he strike while the iron is hot now and sweep through Jinghai?

Shen Yan turned his head and looked at Chen Guangke.

His gaze was deep, as if trying to suck a person in.

"Guang Ke."

"The game in Jinghai is settled."

"Liang Zexu is finished. Old Feng's aluminum-lithium alloy is the industry standard."

"Wu Ya can handle the remaining matters, and you can use this as a benchmark for negotiations."

"But this trip to France..."

Shen Yan paused.

He tapped his finger lightly on his knee.

"If we are late, what we lose might be an entire era."

Chen Guangke shuddered.

He had never heard Shen Yan speak with such gravity.

The last time Shen Yan was this serious was when the company was near bankruptcy, and everyone was advising him to sell his house to pay off debts.

At that time, Shen Yan said, If we sell the house, we truly won't have a home anymore.

Now, Shen Yan said, we might lose an era.

Chen Guangke swallowed.

Although he didn't understand what 'era' meant.

He understood Shen Yan.

If Shen Yan said there was a gold mine somewhere, even if that place was a cesspool, he would jump in to grab a few nuggets.

"Fine."

Chen Guangke stopped wasting words. He pulled out his phone and his fingers flew across the screen.

"I'll contact Ning Ke's channels now to sort out the visa and flight."

"Oh right, Brother Yan, why are we going to France? Tourism? Shopping?"

"To pick up trash."