851: Chapter 856 Cloud Pattern Flowing Silver

Then he walked to President Zhao and reached out his hand.

"The watch."

President Zhao instinctively covered his wrist; it was a Green Submariner he'd bought for over a hundred thousand, his most important piece of equipment for keeping up appearances.

"Brother, give me some face. I'm the purchasing manager of Shengda Jewelry, in the future..."

"I don't need your face."

Shen Yan's voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like it was smashing into the ground.

"If you bet, you must be prepared to lose."

President Zhao looked at the disdainful gazes of the surrounding crowd and the internet celebrity's still-active live stream; his face turned the color of pig liver.

Gritting his teeth, he took off the watch and slammed it heavily onto the table.

"Fine! You've got guts!"

After speaking, he pushed through the crowd and fled the alley in a sorry state.

That internet celebrity also slunk away and turned off the live stream, not daring to say another word.

Only Old Xing Tou's heavy breathing remained in the shop.

He looked at Shen Yan with an extremely complex expression.

"Young man, was this thing really forged by me?"

He had hammered silver his whole life, yet he had treated the finest treasure as a stepping stone.

"You forged it, but it also chose its time to be born."

Shen Yan picked up the Bank card on the table and stuffed it back into the old man's calloused hand.

"This hundred thousand is what you deserve."

"Also, don't sell that set of molds; they're good things. Keep them to pass on to someone who knows their value."

After speaking, Shen Yan turned and walked into the rain with Chen Guangke.

It wasn't until their backs disappeared at the mouth of the alley that Old Xing Tou snapped out of it.

He looked at the card in his hand, then at the empty spot by his feet where the black lump had been, and his eyes suddenly grew red.

He picked up his hammer and struck the silver sheet heavily once more.

This time, the sound was exceptionally crisp, echoing throughout the entire Furong Old Street.

In the car.

Chen Guangke held the purple silver lump, unable to put it down.

"Brother Yan, is this thing really worth a hundred million?"

He still felt it was a bit surreal.

Shen Yan leaned back against the seat, resting with his eyes closed.

"Its value doesn't lie in how much it sells for."

"It lies in its ability to let our 'asking heaven' grow a real pair of eyes."

With this, the next generation of AI visual recognition chips could break through existing physical limits.

In Shen Yan's mind, the system's roulette spun once again.

The Snowball of wealth had only just begun to roll.

Meanwhile, in the Jinghai, a siege targeting Shen Yan and Deep Blue Technology was quietly beginning.

Those traditional giants whose interests were threatened by 'asking heaven' could finally sit still no longer.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that Shen Yan already held a second trump card in his hand.

Rain fell like broken beads, pitter-pattering against the front windshield of the black maybach.

The wipers swung frantically, yet they couldn't clear the mist on this stretch of highway at the Hunan-Hubei border.

Chen Guangke held the steering wheel steadily, occasionally glancing through the rearview mirror at the alloy box in the back seat, which was tightly wrapped in dustproof cloth.

Inside was the 'cloud pattern flowing silver' they had just acquired.

To Chen Guangke, this wasn't just a piece of metal; it was Deep Blue Technology's lifeline for the next quarter, and a brick to smash into the faces of those capital crocodiles.

Shen Yan sat in the passenger seat, holding a can of iced coffee, not showing much excitement.

This metal solved the hardware heat dissipation and conduction issues for 'asking heaven,' completing a piece of the Artificial Intelligence puzzle.

But he had something else on his mind.

In the basement of the Xishan Villa, the 'samp' original liquid he'd spent a fortune on was still gathering dust.

That thing was like an unexploded nuclear bomb; keeping it there was both a temptation and a hidden danger.

Although the system had provided the item, it didn't come with a manual, let alone a scientist who could understand it.

He couldn't just find any biotech company to cooperate with; that would be like washing his neck and offering it to others to slaughter.

In this circle, he had already experienced enough backstabbing caused by uneven distribution of interests from that woman.

"Brother Yan, let's stop at the service area ahead; my bladder is about to burst."

Chen Guangke's voice interrupted Shen Yan's thoughts.

"Yeah, I happen to want some fresh air too."

The car slowly slid into the Yueyang South Service Area.

Because of the heavy rain, the service area was filled with large trucks taking shelter; the air was thick with the smell of diesel and instant noodles.

As soon as they got out of the car, a damp, cold wind snuck into their collars.

Chen Guangke shrunk his neck and jogged toward the restroom.

Shen Yan stood under the eaves, lit a cigarette, the spark flickering in the dim rain.

His gaze swept aimlessly across the service area's parking lot.

By the trash can in the corner, a figure crouched, completely out of place with the surroundings.

It was a man wearing a windbreaker whose original color was indistinguishable, his hair tangled like messy grass, looking like he hadn't washed it for at least half a month.

He was rummaging through the trash can for something.

Not to find bottles to sell for money.

The man picked up half a box of leftover food from the edge of the slop bucket and, without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth with dirty hands.

Passersby covered their noses and avoided him as if dodging some kind of plague.

Shen Yan exhaled a ring of smoke, preparing to look away.

There were too many destitute people in this world; he couldn't save them all, and he wasn't a saint.

Just then, the system interface that had been silent for two days in his mind suddenly popped up.

There were no flashing golden lights, only a line of pale blue text floating on his retina.

[Rare-level talent unit detected.]

[Target: Lin Zhiyuan.]

[Identity: Former Chief Researcher at Princeton Bio-Laboratory, a madman expelled from the academic world.]

[Specialization: Telomerase reverse transcription, Gene editing, Cell regeneration.]

[Current Status: Extremely hungry, mental state on the verge of collapse.]

[Matching Degree: 98% match with the 'samp' original liquid analysis project.]

Shen Yan's fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly.

Finding it by pure luck after searching everywhere.

Who would have thought that a genius capable of analyzing top-tier biological original liquid was eating leftovers by a trash can in a highway service area?

A red Ferrari roared into the service area, splashing water two meters high, nearly soaking the vagrant.

The car doors opened, and a man and a woman stepped out.

The man wore a flashy white suit and limited-edition sneakers, frowning at the puddles on the ground.

"So unlucky, having to rush back to the Jinghai for a meeting in this damn weather."

The man cursed as he swung his car keys, about to walk toward the hall, when his gaze suddenly froze on the vagrant in the corner.

Then, an exaggerated expression appeared on his face, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Oh? Isn't this the great Dr. Lin?"

The man in the white suit let go of his female companion and strode over to the vagrant, looking down at him.

Lin Zhiyuan's body suddenly stiffened as he swallowed the rice.

He slowly looked up, a flash of terror appearing in his bloodshot eyes, followed by deep humiliation.

He instinctively hid the half-box of food behind his back and clutched the tattered waterproof briefcase in his arms even tighter.

"Li... Li Kai."