"Zhao Xin, please resign from Late Autumn Company immediately."

Huaxia Country, Guangdong Province, Late Autumn Company headquarters conference room in Shenzhen City.

In front of the entire technical staff, company president Ren Shifei told Zhao Xin to resign.

Who was President Ren? He was the founder of Late Autumn Company, highly respected and a god-like figure within the company.

Who was Zhao Xin? He was just a technician at Late Autumn Company—the lowest of the low.

Why did President Ren ask Zhao Xin to resign?

This story began an hour ago.

An hour ago, Zhao Xin stood up from his workstation.

He had traveled through time, and with him a system. Zhao Xin was absolutely certain of this.

Because he had clearly died in the intensive care unit, despite futile attempts to save him. But... He opened his eyes and found himself in another office.

Zhao Xin stood up from his desk, stretched his limbs, and took the time to integrate the memories of his previous owner, understanding the whole story.

This was a parallel universe to his original world.

The owner of this body was also named Zhao Xin, and had grown up in an orphanage.

After graduating from university, he joined Wanqiu Company as a lowly technician.

He had died quietly an hour ago from a sudden heart attack.

And so, his soul had transmigrated into this body, and in his head, a system called Super Intelligence.

As a fan of online literature in his previous life, Zhao Xin was no stranger to transmigrating and systems.

He immediately established contact with the system, just like any other transmigrater.

"Hello, host! My name is Super Intelligence System. You can think of me as an artificial intelligence or supercomputer, possessing immense computing power. I'm currently at level one. I hope you can upgrade me soon. As my level increases, my abilities will grow stronger."

"How can I upgrade you?"

"Because this system is so powerful, it requires the host to be selfless." This system can be upgraded as long as the host gives away wealth for free. To reach level two, the host is required to give away ten million.

"Why don't you call it a wasteful system? Or a money-burning system? I think you should just stay at level one. I doubt you'll ever reach level two."

Zhao Xin was complaining about the system's awfulness when he received a notice: All technical staff must gather in the conference room for a meeting.

The meeting was chaired by Vice President of Technology Zhao Xiangshan, with President Ren also in attendance.

It turned out that just a few days ago, Wanqiu Company had received news that the White Eagle Nation would impose a comprehensive technological blockade on Wanqiu Company, with the most critical blockade involving mobile phone chips.

The mobile phone business is a significant source of profit for Wanqiu Company.

Currently, Wanqiu phones are world-leading in performance, making them one of the few brands that can compete with the White Eagle Nation's fruit phones.

In order to study the effects of the chip blockade, Under these circumstances, the company's mobile phone business needed a solution. Mr. Ren convened several high-level meetings to discuss solutions.

In the end, no one came up with a good idea.

So, the company decided to solicit ideas from across the company, pooling resources to see if any employees had any good ideas.

This led to this meeting, attended by all technical staff.

At the meeting, Mr. Ren personally delivered a speech. He briefly explained the current difficulties facing the mobile phone business and asked everyone to express their opinions.

If anyone had any good ideas or requests, please feel free to raise them.

In the end, after a long call, few people spoke. Because everyone knows this is a real challenge.

To put it bluntly, if anyone could solve the challenges of chip manufacturing, they wouldn't be sitting there, and every chip manufacturer in the world would have to hire them at a high salary.

In the end, it was CEO Ren who made the final decision. We'll hold this meeting today, nothing else.

Everyone, please don't feel any pressure. Start from the front row and take turns speaking. Each person has five minutes and must offer at least one suggestion. Sometimes solutions are forced, and today, let's push ourselves.

And so, all the technicians took turns speaking.

Some proposed developing their own lithography machines. Some suggested abandoning the mobile phone business altogether and switching to pig farming.

Others suggested seeking investment from White Eagle Country capital to unlock the technology.

And so on, there were many diverse proposals.

Many opinions were raised, all of which were either too costly, too slow to produce results, or simply unacceptable.

The executives' brows furrowed as they listened.

Now, it was Zhao Xin's turn to speak.

Many people knew Zhao Xin. He was a low-level technician, new to the company, with average work aptitude and a conventional, unremarkable demeanor. So, initially, they didn't pay much attention to his remarks.

"Hello everyone!"

"Regarding the current difficulties facing the company's mobile phone business."

"My solution is: abandon chip research and development and instead utilize cloud phone technology."

"Is this guy stupid?"

"Cloud phones replacing chip phones? That's at least 30 years away."

"Neither of those two technical challenges can be solved today. Is this guy trying to show off?"

"I think he's watched too many science fiction movies." "

Everyone present here is a tech expert, and they're no strangers to cloud phone technology.

A cloud phone involves users inputting commands on their phones, which then transmit them to a supercomputer.

The supercomputer then completes the user's request and sends the results back to the user's phone screen.

In this way, the user's phone becomes both an input device and a feedback screen.

Data calculations and program execution are all handled by the supercomputer in the background.

Mobile phones essentially don't need any chips.

Some have predicted that cloud phones may be the main direction of future mobile phone development.

This is because the performance of supercomputers simply cannot be matched by chips.

Currently, there are two unavoidable technical challenges to realizing cloud phones.

The first is data Transmission. The time it takes for a customer's instructions to be transmitted to the supercomputer and then back to the customer's phone cannot be too long, otherwise it will affect the user experience. This requires a sufficiently fast data transmission speed.

The second, and most challenging, issue is the supercomputer.

The mobile phone user base is enormous.

It can be said that hundreds of millions of people are using their phones at any given moment. If these users were to simultaneously send data to a supercomputer,

Currently, no computer in the world has the computing power to simultaneously meet the diverse needs of hundreds of millions of users.

At this point, a technician with a higher rank than Zhao Xin stood up and asked Zhao Xin a question.

"I believe you are aware of the two technical challenges of cloud phones. I wonder how you plan to overcome them."

"Of the two technical challenges, I already solved the supercomputer problem an hour ago. My plan is to use the supercomputer's computing power to enhance the company's current 5G technology. This will then solve the data transmission problem, and thus realize cloud phone technology."

"You solved the supercomputer problem an hour ago? Who are you kidding?" "I share an office with him. I can testify that an hour ago, Zhao Xin was asleep at his desk. Perhaps he'd dreamt of overcoming this problem he couldn't solve in real life."

When everyone heard that Zhao Yi, who used to sleep during work hours, now stood up and claimed he could build a supercomputer, they burst into laughter.

Some mocked him, thinking Zhao Xin was seeking fame and overestimating his abilities.

Some sympathized, thinking Zhao Xin was simply worried about the company.

In short, no one believed him.

At this point, President Ren stood up and said to Zhao Xin, "Young man, I won't ask for details. I just want to know: are you sure of what you just said?"

"I believe in myself," Zhao Xin said, gazing into President Ren's eyes.

"Okay. I just like people who believe in themselves."

"How about this? You resign immediately and start a new company."

"How much money do you need? Write me an IOU, and I'll lend it to you interest-free."

"If you can truly bring the supercomputer project to fruition, our company will provide angel investment and become your strategic partner." "

"Then you'll have the supercomputer, and I'll have the 5G communications technology. We'll collaborate on the cloud phone project as equals."

"But if you fail, you'll have to come back here to work and pay off your debts," President Ren said, looking at Zhao Xin.

"Yes, that's how we deal with people like this. You're a boaster, aren't you? Don't mess around with the company's money. Do you dare to go into debt yourself to implement your proposed plan?"

"It's over. I wonder if he dares to resign. He's probably about to piss his pants."

The people below were starting to laugh at Zhao Xin.

In reality, President Ren was thinking: If this young man could truly solve the supercomputer problem, he couldn't be treated as an ordinary employee. Investing in his company and supporting him as a partner was the proper treatment.

He'd set the terms himself, and it would depend on whether the young man was truly capable.

"Well, could I borrow 10 million yuan from President Ren first so I can upgrade my supercomputer?"