884: Chapter 879 Geniuses are all lonely.

Mo Weiming's face flushed red.

He had been arrogant his entire life and had never bowed his head to anyone.

But looking at Shen An's bright eyes full of spirit, the spine that was as hard as rebar in him cracked and softened.

"Just now... I was blind."

The old man held it in for a long time before finally uttering a soft word.

"Give this child to me, and I guarantee I will teach him everything I have learned in my life!"

"As long as you let him study with me, name any condition you want!"

Shen Yan placed Shen An back on the ground.

This was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"First, his normal childhood life cannot be delayed. We will set the class times."

"No problem! We can even have class at two in the morning!" Mo Weiming agreed swiftly.

"Second, he is absolutely forbidden from coming into contact with any dangerous experiments, including but not limited to that privately constructed reactor in your backyard."

Mo Weiming nervously shrank his neck. "You even know about that? Alright, alright, I'll dismantle it!"

"Third."

Shen Yan paused, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated shop.

"The Shenyan Group will establish an S-class independent laboratory for you."

"Its name will be 'deep blue Phantom'."

"Whether it's supercomputers, quantum computers, or the top-tier raw materials you need, I will not set a budget limit."

"The only condition is that Shen An is the sole heir to this laboratory."

Mo Weiming froze.

No budget limit?

An S-class laboratory?

For a scientist who had been blacklisted by the academic world and could only rely on repairing televisions to fund his research, this was undoubtedly kicking open the gates of heaven and placing them right in front of him.

"Are... are you serious?"

Mo Weiming couldn't quite believe it.

Shen Yan didn't speak; he just took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Wu Ya."

"Buy that piece of land in the West District. Center it around that appliance repair shop, and demolish everything within a three-kilometer radius."

"I want to see the construction team on site tomorrow."

He hung up the phone.

Shen Yan looked at the dumbfounded Mo Weiming.

"Now, you may begin teaching."

Mo Weiming took a deep breath.

He looked at the young man before him.

What kind of means was this?

What kind of decisiveness was this?

He suddenly felt that his decades of aloofness were simply a joke in the face of absolute power.

"Good."

Mo Weiming nodded heavily.

He squatted down, bringing his line of sight level with Shen An's.

This time, his eyes were filled with respect.

No longer looking at a junior, but at a future colleague.

"Kid, since you called me Teacher..."

"Then I'll give you a welcoming gift."

Mo Weiming rummaged through the pile of junk and pulled out a dark, black box.

It looked like a remote control.

"This is a universal decoder I made when I was bored before."

"There isn't an electronic lock it can't open."

"Take it and play with it."

Shen Yan raised an eyebrow.

The first lesson this old man taught a three-year-old child was lock-picking?

But he didn't stop him.

Having more skills never hurts.

Shen An took the black box, his eyes shining.

"Thank you, Teacher!"

"Can I take it apart now?"

Mo Weiming burst into laughter.

"Take it apart! Take it apart however you want! If you break it, Teacher will teach you how to build a better one!"

This was probably the most unrestrained laughter the dilapidated shop had heard in decades.

Shen Yan stood to the side, watching the two freaks—one old, one young—quickly hit it off.

In his mind, the system's prompt sounded again.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the Host for completing the hidden achievement: Talent Scout.]

[Reward: A basic logic framework for Artificial Intelligence.]

Shen Yan didn't immediately check the reward.

He watched Shen An intently dismantling the black box, his small face full of satisfaction.

That was enough.

This felt more grounding to him than earning a hundred billion.

When they left the repair shop, it was already noon.

Mo Weiming walked them to the intersection, and the bald black cat followed them out too.

"Boss Shen."

Before getting into the car, Mo Weiming called out to Shen Yan.

The old man had changed into a slightly cleaner Zhongshan suit, although it was still a bit wrinkled.

"This child is too smart, so smart he's almost demonic."

"You need to be prepared."

"Talent like this, if not guided properly, will either become a god or a devil."

Mo Weiming dropped his frivolous demeanor, his expression serious.

"I will teach him to become a god."

"But if this world cannot tolerate a god..."

A fierce glint flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Then I will teach him how to punch a hole in the sky."

Shen Yan smiled, and this time it wasn't a polite smile.

"Old Mo."

Shen Yan opened the car door and buckled Shen An into the safety seat.

"If the sky falls, I, his father, will hold it up."

"He only needs to be responsible for shining."

The maybach slowly started, driving away from the dilapidated neighborhood.

In the rearview mirror, Mo Weiming's figure grew smaller and smaller.

But his straight spine seemed like a nail, firmly hammered into the ruins.

Inside the car,

Shen An, holding the decoder that was now in pieces, grew tired of playing and his head started nodding.

"Dad."

"Hmm?"

"That grandpa seemed very lonely."

A child's intuition is sometimes more accurate than anything else.

Shen Yan stroked his son's head.

"Geniuses are always lonely."

"But An'an won't be."

"Why?"

"Because you have a dad, a mom, and a sister."

Shen An nodded as if he understood, then buried his head in Shen Yan's arm.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat KFC."

"No, that's junk food."

"Then... I want to eat the braised pork Grandma Liu makes."

"Okay, we'll go pick up Mom and sister, and go freeload a meal at Grandma Liu's house together."

Shen Yan took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Hui.

The light from the screen illuminated his face.

It was a warmth that came from letting down his guard.

In this bizarre world of fame and fortune, he could be the decisive CEO Shen, or the system Host in control of everything.

But his favorite identity was still the father of Shen An and Youyou.

The maybach stopped steadily at the exclusive drop-off platform of the Shenyan Group building.

Wu Ya was already waiting there, holding a stack of documents needing signatures, dressed in a sharp, professional suit.

She habitually stepped forward when she saw Shen Yan get out of the car, but froze for a moment when she saw the old man crawling out of the rear door.

Mo Weiming was wearing that wrinkled Zhongshan suit, clutching the bald black cat, his Liberation shoes stained with mud from the West District.

This attire was completely out of place in the high-value technology park of the deep blue Building, like a beggar who had accidentally stumbled into a palace.

The surprise in Wu Ya's eyes lasted only a second; her excellent professional demeanor kept her composed.

"CEO Shen, who is this?"

Shen Yan straightened his cuff, his tone as casual as if he were introducing a head of state.

"This is Old Mo, the company's future Chief Scientific Advisor. His professional ability surpasses mine."

Wu Ya almost dropped the documents in her hand.

Professional ability surpassing the boss?