225: Chapter 225 Yin Weida's "Online Mukbang"

On Monday, NVIDIA sent an email announcing that a quarterly board meeting would be held.

At that moment, Li Xin was in his study, flipping through an old art book. His phone screen lit up, and he picked it up to scan it.

The email was short, just a notification that a video conference would be held on Wednesday at 10:00 AM to discuss the next-generation GPU architecture and the overall roadmap for computing power efficiency.

At the end of the email, there was a handwritten-style note: "Mr. Li, this meeting involves important technical direction discussions; we kindly request your attendance."

He replied simply with two words: "Received."

On Wednesday, he woke up late.

It was 9:50 AM when he woke up. He hurriedly washed his face and went downstairs. His private chef had already prepared lunch; a serving of char siu rice was placed on the counter, wrapped in a plastic bag, with steam still rising from it.

Li Xin carried the char siu rice into his study, turned on his computer, and logged into the meeting link.

As soon as he entered the meeting, the screens of over a dozen participants were already visible.

Huang Renxun sat in the center of the frame, with the white walls of NVIDIA's California headquarters conference room in the background. He wore a black leather jacket, looked focused, and was tilting his head to whisper to the CTO beside him.

Li Xin turned on his camera.

The camera angle was very casual, capturing only the white kitchen counter in his home, a pair of chopsticks on the table, and the box of char siu rice he had just opened.

The glossy sauce coated the char siu, making it look incredibly appetizing. The lunch box also contained a braised egg and a few strands of greens—a simple bento.

Everyone else in the meeting had a neat study or office in their background. They were all dressed in formal wear, sitting upright, with a serious aura.

Only Li Xin looked out of place.

He looked like a random passerby who had stumbled into a high-end meeting. The camera wasn't even pointed at his face; the frame only showed his chin and the loose gray T-shirt he was wearing.

The meeting started on time.

Huang Renxun stood up and walked to the whiteboard to explain the overall architecture scheme for the next-generation GPU.

He spoke very quickly with a loud voice. When he reached the core part about power consumption control, his emotions clearly heightened. He raised his hand to quickly draw several arcs on the whiteboard, meticulously breaking down the technical points.

Throughout the process, Li Xin kept his head down.

He picked up a piece of char siu, placed it slowly into his mouth, chewed twice, and then proceeded to pick up half a braised egg.

The steam rising from the lunch box formed a thin layer of white fog in front of the lens, slowly dissipating. The portion of char siu rice was quite generous, filling the box completely.

After swallowing the rice in his mouth, he picked up a chopstick of greens. His gaze remained lowered; he didn't look at the screen, focusing only on eating his meal.

In the corner of the screen, one director's icon moved slightly, clearly wanting to speak, but finally, they held back.

Another gray-haired European director had long since stopped looking at Huang Renxun, who was explaining the content, and instead stared straight at Li Xin's small window.

He watched for several seconds, tilted his head slightly, and whispered something to the person beside him.

Huang Renxun happened to be speaking about the key data regarding core computing power efficiency when his speech suddenly paused.

He turned around to face the screen, scanned the participants' icons one by one, and finally lingered on Li Xin's window for an extra second.

"Mr. Li, what is your view on this data?"

Li Xin's action of picking up food paused slightly.

He raised his head, the rice in his mouth not yet fully swallowed, one cheek slightly bulging, and his tone was flat: "Hmm?"

Huang Renxun repeated the question, his tone solemn: "Regarding this scheme for improving energy efficiency, do you have any thoughts?"

Li Xin quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his hand, and tapped the architecture diagram on the screen gently with the end of his chopsticks.

"It's pretty good."

Three simple words.

Huang Renxun nodded slightly without further questioning: "That's good, let's continue."

He turned back to continue explaining the subsequent content, his speaking speed, state, and emotion no different from before.

However, the remaining executives on the screen exchanged a subtle look simultaneously.

The European director from earlier tilted his head again, his lips barely moving, and asked his colleague in a low voice: "Is he eating?"

The colleague shrugged his shoulders very slightly, with a bit of helplessness: "...It seems so."

The meeting continued.

Li Xin ate his meal slowly. After finishing more than half of the char siu rice, his pace gradually slowed down.

He occasionally raised his eyes to scan the screen, his gaze mostly falling on the core nodes of the architecture diagram. Every time he looked up, his chopsticks would stop at the edge of the lunch box, motionless, as if he were quickly verifying and confirming technical details.

After watching, he would silently lower his head and continue eating.

The entire meeting lasted about fifty minutes.

After Huang Renxun finished explaining the core technical content, the CTO added the future planning for the manufacturing process, and finally, the CFO reviewed the financial report data for the past two quarters.

By the time the CFO finished speaking about the financial report, Li Xin had just finished the last piece of char siu.

He closed the lunch box, pushed it to the edge of the table, raised his hand to adjust the camera angle, revealing his whole face, his expression calm, showing no signs of anything unusual.

After the CFO finished, he subconsciously looked at Huang Renxun.

Huang Renxun scanned the room and asked: "Does anyone else have any questions?"

The meeting room was quiet for a few seconds.

Li Xin spoke calmly: "No."

"Then that's all for today, thank you everyone."

The meeting ended.

Li Xin turned off his computer, stood up, cleaned up the lunch box, and threw it into the kitchen trash can. He took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, took a sip, and then took a photo of the leftovers on the table.

There were only a few grains of rice and a bit of residual sauce left at the bottom of the box.

He sent it to Luo Maifa.

The other party replied almost instantly: "What is this?"

Li Xin: "Takeout, char siu rice."

Luo Maifa: "Weren't you in a meeting just now?"

Li Xin: "Yeah, I was eating while in it."

Luo Maifa sent a string of shocked emojis directly: "You were eating during a meeting???"

Li Xin's tone was calm: "They talk their talk, it doesn't affect me."

Luo Maifa waited a few seconds, sent a string of ellipses, and then asked: "What meeting was it?"

Li Xin: "NVIDIA."

After the message was sent, the other side was silent for a full half-minute.

Finally, a line of text popped up with extreme astonishment: "...You were eating while attending an NVIDIA board meeting???"

Li Xin did not reply again.

He placed his phone on the table and sat quietly, leaning against the back of his chair for a moment. The warm sun outside the window shone in, spreading over his knees, warm and making him feel inexplicably sleepy, his eyelids gradually becoming heavy.

Meanwhile, in the NVIDIA California headquarters conference room.

After the meeting ended, the CFO did not leave immediately; he stood beside Huang Renxun holding his laptop, his expression carrying a bit of conflict.

"Mr. Huang, Mr. Li only said 'It's pretty good' the whole time... is there really no problem?"

Huang Renxun lowered his head to pack up his whiteboard markers, looked up at him upon hearing this, his expression calm.

"He said it's pretty good, which means there really is no problem."

"But he was eating throughout the whole meeting, and he didn't look like he was listening carefully."

Huang Renxun capped the marker, his tone firm, without the slightest hesitation: "Him eating does not affect his judgment."

"At his level, he doesn't need to stare at the screen or listen to every single word throughout the entire meeting. For the whole meeting, he only needed that one 'It's pretty good' at the end to set the tone."

The CFO opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything more.

Returning to his workstation, he opened the meeting minutes and typed a line of text seriously: "Xinyuan Capital representative Mr. Li Xin approves of the technical roadmap and has raised no objections."

After writing it, he stared at the screen and hesitated for a long time, first changing "approves" to "basically approves", deliberated for a few seconds, and then changed it back to the original "approves".

An engineer passing by glanced at the screen unintentionally and asked casually: "Did Mr. Li have any important comments at the meeting today?"

The CFO replied calmly: "He just said it's pretty good."

"Just one sentence?"

"Just one sentence."

The engineer paused for a second, then suddenly realized: "Then that means there really is no problem. If he thought the scheme had flaws, he wouldn't be polite at all and would point them out directly."

The CFO looked at him without answering.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that the technical people actually understood this Mr. Li's style of doing things better than he, a finance person, did.

A month later, NVIDIA's new quarterly financial report was officially released.

All data exceeded expectations across the board, significantly more impressive than what the market had estimated.

An internal performance briefing email was sent to Li Xin's inbox on time.

The next morning during breakfast, he clicked on it and scanned it.

The dense financial report data on the screen was arranged neatly.

After reading it, he put down his phone, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Li Jiayi: "Their performance is good this time."

Li Jiayi replied quickly: "Do you need to reply to the email to thank them or express your stance?"

Li Xin pondered for two seconds and said calmly: "No need. As long as they know I've seen it, that's enough."

On NVIDIA's side, the CFO waited for a full day, but his inbox was empty, and he received no reply.

The next day, there was still no movement.

On the third day, he couldn't hold back anymore. He walked to the door of Huang Renxun's office several times, hesitated, and finally turned back to his workstation.

Then he immediately sent a message to his assistant: "Check Mr. Li's email address and confirm if it was sent incorrectly."

The assistant quickly checked and replied: "The address is correct. The read receipt shows that Mr. Li clicked to view it at 8:00 AM on Tuesday."

The CFO stared at this reply, silent for a long time.

Read, but zero reply.

Countless guesses flashed through his mind, and he deliberated repeatedly, but none could explain the current situation.

During a subsequent work report, he couldn't help but mention it to Huang Renxun: "Mr. Li did not reply to the email after reading the financial report brief."

Huang Renxun was lowering his head to approve documents and didn't even lift his head, his tone calm: "Not replying means there is no problem."

"If there were really hidden dangers or dissatisfaction, he wouldn't be silent; he would call directly."

From this day on, an unwritten rule quietly formed within NVIDIA.

As long as it involved all communications, scheme reviews, or technical determinations regarding board meetings, as long as Mr. Li from Xinyuan Capital attended without speaking or raising objections, it was equivalent to the highest level of approval.

No one officially issued this rule, but everyone from top to bottom in the company knew it, and no one dared to break it easily.

In subsequent online meetings, the meal Li Xin had during the meeting changed from char siu rice to roast duck rice.

It was still the takeout box from the same shop, just a different dish.

The first time he discovered it, he picked up a piece of roast duck to look at it, didn't think much about it, and wasn't surprised; he just lowered his head and continued to eat quietly while participating in the meeting.

Halfway through a certain meeting, Huang Renxun was explaining a brand-new data model when his topic suddenly shifted, and he asked an off-topic question.

"What is Mr. Li eating today?"

Li Xin swallowed the food in his mouth and answered truthfully: "Roast duck, this place tastes pretty good."

Huang Renxun nodded slightly and made a note of it: "Good, I'll remember that."

The directors and executives on the screen all had subtle expressions and looked at each other, but no one dared to speak.

As soon as the meeting ended, the CFO immediately called his assistant to his side and ordered in a low voice: "Go and check which roast duck shop this is that Mr. Li is eating from."

The assistant asked suspiciously: "Why do you want to check that?"

The CFO's tone was steady: "Prepare the same meal for him in advance for future meetings that Mr. Li attends."

The assistant accepted the order and left.

The CFO stood alone in front of his workstation, stunned for a few seconds.

He just felt that this set of logic sounded particularly absurd, but when pondered carefully, it was incomparably reasonable.

He had been in finance for twenty years and was accustomed to top-tier capital and high-level games. In the end, he became increasingly clear that when facing people of this level, being able to handle all controllable details in a secure and comprehensive manner was the most foolproof approach.

At an online board meeting half a year later.

Li Xin clicked on the meeting interface as usual, and the scene that met his eyes made him pause slightly.

At the corner of the desk in his own video window, a takeout box was placed neatly, and the roast duck rice inside was exactly the same style and appearance as what he usually ate.

He scanned the room with a calm gaze.

The CFO lowered his head, pretending to browse the meeting documents, his expression deliberately calm. Huang Renxun was slowly organizing his whiteboard markers, unperturbed.

Li Xin did not expose them, nor did he ask.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of roast duck to taste, chewed and swallowed, and then spoke slowly: "How did you know I love eating this?"

The CFO looked up upon hearing this, trying to keep his expression flat, trying his best to appear natural: "We... guessed."

The corners of Li Xin's mouth curved slightly, the smile fleeting, so faint it was almost invisible.

"You were thoughtful."

Just these three simple words made the CFO feel uneasy throughout the entire meeting.

He couldn't explain what he was nervous about; he just felt that there was a deep meaning hidden in this gentle praise that he couldn't interpret at all.

Until the meeting ended, Li Xin never mentioned this matter again.

He finished the roast duck rice quietly, closed the lunch box, simply wrapped up with "That's it for today", and logged off directly.

Later, Chen Hu couldn't help but ask Li Xin in private.

"Do you intentionally eat during every meeting to pose and establish your aura?"

Li Xin threw the empty lunch box into the trash can, looked up at him, his tone open and casual.

"No, it just happened to be lunchtime."

Chen Hu looked at his calm appearance and didn't ask any further.