844: Chapter 839 Picked up a beggar?

Ever since his thesis was stolen by that beastly mentor, being kicked out of the laboratory, and being treated as a mental patient by everyone...

He had doubted himself through countless late nights.

Was he really crazy?

Did that path simply not exist in this world?

Until today, someone had drawn that key right in front of him.

“What is your name?”

Shen Yan asked, already knowing the answer.

“Xu... Xu Mo.”

“Do you want to turn the things on this blackboard into reality?”

Shen Yan's voice was very soft.

But to Xu Mo, it sounded like a clap of thunder.

“Turn... turn them into reality?” Xu Mo's hands were shaking.

“I have the blueprints,” Shen Yan leaned close to his ear and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear. “Alan Turing's original handwritten blueprints.”

“I have the prototype; it's right in my workshop.”

“But I'm missing someone who can wake it up.”

“Do you dare to come?”

Xu Mo stood frozen in place.

Turing... he was the god of all computer scientists.

“I...”

“He's not going anywhere!”

Zhang Daolin finally reacted.

Although he couldn't understand those formulas, he knew that his reputation had been completely dragged through the mud today.

Moreover, this Xu Mo seemed to actually have some talent. He absolutely couldn't let him be taken away by someone else; otherwise, if the kid ever made a comeback, those dirty deeds of his from back then...

“Xu Mo is an employee of our school!”

Zhang Daolin shouted loudly.

“And his mental state is unstable; he's aggressive!”

“Security! Call the police! Arrest these two troublemakers!”

Several security guards surrounded them again.

Chen Guangke stepped forward, shielding Shen Yan, his hand already reaching for the baton at his waist.

Shen Yan patted Chen Guangke's shoulder, signaling him to step back.

He looked at Zhang Daolin.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a buffoon.

“Professor Zhang.”

Shen Yan took out a business card and placed it gently on the lectern.

“I am Shen Yan.”

“If you have an issue with me, you can have your principal come find me.”

“Or, go ask Miss An Ran, who donated that new library to your school, if she knows me.”

Hearing the name 'An Ran', Zhang Daolin's expression changed.

She was one of the largest investors in Jinghai Jinghai and a major benefactor of the school.

This young man actually knew An Ran?

“As for Xu Mo.”

Shen Yan turned around, looking at the young man covered in chalk dust.

“He is not your employee.”

“From this moment on.”

“He is the Chief Architect of Deep Blue Technology.”

“Annual salary: two million.”

“US dollars.”

Boom!

The classroom completely erupted.

All the students' eyes widened, doubting if they had heard correctly.

Two million US dollars?

For a janitor?

The girl who had mocked Xu Mo earlier dropped the book in her hand onto the floor.

Xu Mo was also stunned.

The most money he had ever seen in his life was the two thousand yuan salary he received last month.

“Coming?”

Shen Yan reached out his hand to him.

There was no unnecessary chatter.

Xu Mo looked at that hand.

Clean and powerful.

He looked around again.

Those faces that were previously filled with disdain, mockery, and indifference were now all transformed into shock, jealousy, and disbelief.

This was a giant cage.

It trapped his talent and it trapped his dignity.

Xu Mo took a deep breath.

He threw away the mop in his hand.

That mop he had used for three years, soaked in filthy water.

Clatter.

It sounded like some kind of shackle breaking.

He reached out, his hand still stained with chalk dust and machine oil, and gripped Shen Yan's hand.

“Let's go.”

Xu Mo's voice was raspy, yet firmer than ever before.

“As long as you let me touch that prototype.”

“My life is yours.”

Shen Yan smiled.

This wasn't a polite smile.

It was the smile of someone who had found their own kind.

“Guang Ke, lead the way.”

The three turned around and, under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, strode out of the lecture hall.

Leaving Zhang Daolin standing alone on the podium, his face turning pale and flushed by turns as he looked at the formulas on the blackboard he couldn't understand, which felt like slaps to his face.

...

Back in the car.

Xu Mo was still in a daze.

Sitting on the leather seat, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, terrified of getting the luxury car dirty.

“Yan... President Shen.”

Xu Mo was a bit restless.

“That... Turing's manuscript, is it real?”

He still couldn't believe it.

Shen Yan pulled a photocopy from a folder in the back seat and handed it to him.

Xu Mo took it with trembling hands; his breath hitched at just a single glance.

It was a miracle.

It was the very point he had envisioned in his dreams countless times but could never break through.

It turned out that more than half a century ago, that pioneer had already thought of it.

Xu Mo held that piece of paper like a believer holding a bible and wailed loudly.

He cried heart-wrenchingly.

Crying out all the grievances and frustrations of the past few years.

Chen Guangke, driving in the front, glanced through the rearview mirror, feeling a bit of a pang in his heart.

“Brother Yan, this brother has had a hard life.”

Shen Yan looked at the street scenery receding outside the window.

“He won't anymore.”

“Most geniuses in this world have hard lives.”

“Because they run too fast and leave the era behind them.”

“So the era punishes them.”

Shen Yan turned his head, looking at the still-sobbing Xu Mo.

“But now, I've built a ship for you all.”

“This ship.”

“Is called Capital.”

“We are going to take this ship and crash through the gates of that new era.”

Xu Mo wiped away his tears.

He looked up.

In those eyes that were originally dull, a raging fire was now burning.

It was a fanaticism that wanted to burn down all the old orders.

“President Shen.”

“Where are we going?”

Shen Yan pointed ahead.

That was the direction of the West Suburbs.

And also the direction of the future.

“To show you a big guy.”

“And then.”

“Let the world hear our voice.”

Just then, the system's prompt sounded in Shen Yan's mind.

【New Mission Triggered: Light Up deep blue.】

【Time Limit: 72 hours.】

Shen Yan leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

The good show has only just begun.

At the abandoned workshop of Institute 44 in the West Suburbs, the door was pushed open forcefully by Chen Guangke, making a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding.

Dust danced in the beams of the setting sun.

Xu Mo followed behind Shen Yan, his hands tightly clutching the folder containing Turing's manuscript, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He was like a country bumpkin entering a grand manor, or a little lamb wandering into a wolf pack.

The air here was a mix of machine oil, moldy wood, and the indescribable scent of high-end electronic components burning.

This was Shen Yan's territory.

“You're here?”

Feng Quji didn't turn around; he was hunched over a modified spectrometer, fretting over that fingernail-sized Deep Blue Chip.

The old man's hair was as messy as a bird's nest, not much better off than Xu Mo.

The white lab coat he wore could no longer show its original color; it was covered in oil stains and black carbon powder.

“Old Feng, I've brought the person.”

Shen Yan pulled over a chair and sat down, his long legs crossed.

Feng Quji turned around and pushed up his glasses, which were as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

His gaze went past Shen Yan and landed on Xu Mo, who was shrinking back behind him.

He sized him up from head to toe.

His brow furrowed so deeply it could have crushed a fly.

“Boss, you went to a university and picked up a... beggar?”