Deceitful Game

Chapter 145 Respect for the Future

"Gao Song..."

The doctor slowly began to speak: "That child is somewhat withdrawn; he might not be a good partner."

"...Do you have any information?"

"It doesn't count as intelligence."

The doctor chuckled softly: "A little...unofficial gossip. Gao Song doesn't really like paradoxical techniques, or rather...he doesn't really trust deceptive games."

"So he never engaged in paradoxical iterations—he adopted a strategy of 'knowledge indoctrination.' You should know that, right?" "Of course."

Mr. Shen nodded: "He is a world-class expert in artificial intelligence technology. That's why I'm collaborating with him."

"Our company's ultimate vision is to create robots that are exactly like humans. They will have touch, feelings, the ability to think, and the ability to work... until people no longer need to work themselves, until people can be served by robots in any field."

"I believe that deceptive games are a tremendous opportunity. They foreshadow the future, and once the future arrives—with deceptive games and the bargaining chip of time—we can iterate our technological capabilities multiple times in a very short period of time."

"In this way, the 'growing pains' of industrial upgrading will be shortened indefinitely. The product will be fully realized when it appears, which can force the entire society to change its production and lifestyle relationships, instead of gradually pulling and compromising..."

"Mr. Gao Song partially recognized our ideals."

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

The doctor chuckled softly, "You're quite ambitious, Mr. Shen. You want to become the king of the world, don't you?"

"Of course, I will never forget all the uncles and sisters."

Mr. Shen smiled and said, "I plan to take out a portion of the pre-IPO shares and transfer them to you all."

"Mario gets 3.5%, Marple, Mirror Flower, and Santiago get 3%, while Jekyll and Mr. Bo..."

As he spoke, he looked at the elderly man with white hair and said respectfully, "You can subscribe to 15.5%."

Pre-IPO equity... also known as "equity nearing listing".

These companies have reached the scale and profitability required for an IPO; they're just one step away. You could say they've reached the "peak of pre-IPO success."

These stocks are usually of very high quality.

This is a sophisticated form of bribery—much more discreet than giving money or gold, and easier to liquidate than giving art. The strategy involves subscribing to a batch of pre-IPO shares and then reselling them directly after the company goes public… As long as the company's profit structure is healthy, a profit is almost guaranteed. Companies that honestly "build their bodies" for a proper IPO are unlikely to see their stock price plummet on the opening day.

The price difference in between will become their income.

Of course, none of you here would be so short-sighted as to sell such a high-quality stock.

Because they all knew that this was a company started by a "prophet".

With a constant stream of intelligence and technology transmitted from the future to the past, it is bound to have smooth sailing. The value of these shares will multiply several times over within a few years.

This kind of transaction, where each party subscribes to original shares, is a model in which the interests of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce are intertwined.

"If you intend to go down this path," Dr. Jekyll's eyes were dark and his tone turned cold, "you must tie Gao Song to your ship. He absolutely cannot have any problems... otherwise your algorithm's iteration speed won't be able to keep up."

"Because your algorithm isn't built up step by step through iterations. If you directly let your own technical department take over the algorithm after it's been improved in the future and let them continue developing it... their skill level will definitely not be enough. Technology isn't something that can keep improving by endless cycles. Just like materials science, sometimes even if you cycle for another twenty years, there won't be any qualitative change."

"All we can do is try and fail at a lower cost."

"I know."

Mr. Shen nodded: "I will go to Shanghai tomorrow to meet with Gao Song in person."

"That tech geek has an ideal that requires our technology to achieve, so he'll definitely cooperate with us." "Oh?"

The old man had just raised his glass when he heard these words.

He held up his glass, a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "I really don't know... what does he want? I've watched him grow up, and I really don't know what he wants but can't have."

He wants a child of his own.

Mr. Shen smiled and said, "You didn't expect that, did you?"

"...I guess I can understand it."

To his surprise, the old man sighed.

He warned, "In short, be careful of 'divine songs'."

"Those stubborn, conservative bureaucrats..."

Mr. Shen frowned: "It's really annoying. This is the tide of the times, how can they not understand? The future is coming, the future is coming... What's the difference between this and using environmental protection as a pretext to curb industrial development? If we don't change history, will others not? Since history is going to be changed anyway, why can't it be us?"

"Our technology will bring a better future to the present, and a better present to the past. Even if some people are affected in the process, it is a necessary sacrifice. Throughout human history, there has never been a change of era that did not require sacrifices, and we have already compressed the sacrifices to the minimum..." "Stop complaining, Xiao Shen."

Uncle Mario patted him on the shoulder: "The rules are what they are. If you don't have the ability to break them, you have to dance in shackles." ...Hmph.

Mr. Shen gave a low hum: "It won't be long... A charlatan can't be kept in prison."

"The future is coming, or will it finally arrive...?"

The old man repeated Mr. Shen's words, smiled, and raised his glass again: "Then... to the future."

"To the future."

Everyone clinked their glasses in unison.

the other side.

West Sheshan, western suburbs of Shanghai.

Inside a golf course, a "tea party" was taking place.

The red, huge, soft bed was in a luxurious style, like a European palace.

But there was nothing decadent or extravagant about it... on the contrary, it was surprisingly quiet.

The Red Queen was lying in bed, watching leisurely.

"The Red Queen..."

A timid, soft voice came from the doorway.

"What is it?"

The Red Queen seemed to be in a good mood.

With a broad smile, she turned to look at the doorway: "Is it good news?"

"...Maybe...it's not?"

"If not, then don't report it."

"No, no...it could also be..."

The maid at the door hesitated, "No, I don't know either..."

"What a piece of trash, Sylph."

The Red Queen sighed, but surprisingly didn't get angry: "Just say it."

"The palace of mistletoe... has collapsed."

"...Who is mistletoe?"

The Red Queen pondered for a moment: "Oh, that General Manager Gao from the Gaotian Group? Never mind... if it collapses, it collapses, it's none of our business." "But... he's a member of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce."

Sylph's voice was delicate and weak, tinged with fear and agitation: "The Witches' Gathering... haven't they been making us cause trouble for the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and destroy the Paradox Technology for the past two years? Although we didn't do it, a whole day has passed and no other organization has claimed the heads..." "This matter has nothing to do with us, Sylph."

The Red Queen simply shook her head: "Don't report this to higher authorities."

"But……"

"Don't report this to higher authorities."

She spoke each word carefully, and the smile on her face vanished abruptly.

"Yes, yes... As you command..."

Fear overwhelmed Sylph, and she hurriedly apologized, practically scrambling out of the room.

"idiot."

The Red Queen's voice was deep.

Her expression darkened, and she rubbed her temples hard. A hoarse, languid voice rang out: "Alice."

"What is it?"

A hoarse, deep male voice rang out.

"Go kill someone, cut off his head, and hang it at my door."

"Who to kill?"

"Do whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

The Red Queen's face revealed a cruel expression: "Sylph... let's keep her for now. I quite like that child."

"Oh, by the way, remember to tell Sylph tomorrow that the person died because of her."

"What a terrible temper, young lady..."

"Alice" said in a low voice, her voice gradually fading into the distance.

The Red Queen's cruel smile gradually turned into a blank expression.

"He's either crazy...or an idiot."

She murmured, "Either a mediocre person...or a devil."

"The future of this world... is truly despairing."