"Mr. Ren, you just transferred 10 million in cash to his card?"

"What supercomputer system could be built with 10 million? Isn't this obviously a scam?"

Several executives felt sorry for Mr. Ren over the 10 million.

"Alas, don't just call our own employees scammers. A young man from our company dared to resign to pursue his dreams. We should support him. We have over 10,000 technicians. If all of them were like him, it would be like having over 10,000 branches across the country. How happy we would be then."

After saying this, Mr. Ren casually tossed the 10 million IOU into the trash.

The reason was simple: if Zhao Xin succeeded, the IOU would be meaningless. If Zhao Xin failed, the IOU would be worthless.

Zhao Yi returned home. "Super Intelligence, you said that as long as I upgrade you to level 2, you'll be able to fulfill my cloud phone needs. Is that true?"

"I've already written the IOU and owed 10 million. If you're kidding me, I'll jump off the building and say goodbye to this world together."

"Host, rest assured. As soon as I reach level 2, I can project an avatar into reality. Moreover, this avatar's computing power fully meets the needs of the cloud phone system."

Zhao Xin gritted his teeth and decided to give it a try, hoping he wouldn't embarrass the army of time travelers.

The next task was simple: find a way to give someone 10 million in the shortest possible time to upgrade the Super Intelligence system to level 2.

Zhao Xin directly registered an account on a short video platform, naming it "Silly Big Black Crude."

He then topped up 10 million into the account.

He then entered a random livestream and began streaming frantically.

The host of the livestream was called Pink Racer.

She was a female race car driver who wanted to participate in a desert rally, but unfortunately, no one sponsored her. Hearing that short video platforms have huge traffic, I registered here and became a live streamer.

She's trying to attract traffic with her singing and dancing, hoping to attract sponsorship.

Today, Pink Racer had just started her live stream, but her popularity wasn't high, so she was singing hard to attract more.

After singing over a dozen songs, and seeing her popularity building, she began promoting her rally.

It turns out that Pink Racer wanted to promote charity through the rally, fulfilling her racing dream while also doing something practical for the people in impoverished areas.

But no one was optimistic about her, believing that a woman participating in a desert rally was pure nonsense and that there weren't even any sponsors.

After she'd said a few words, people in the live stream room immediately commented. "Stop talking nonsense. The people watching your livestream are all losers. How many can afford to sponsor you? Streamer, just sing! And even better, dance."

"Yeah! Yeah! Sing faster! I'm leaving now."

"Don't worry, everyone. Listen to me. I really want to do something for charity."

The pink racer was so anxious she was on the verge of tears. Just then, the system announced that a new user, 'Shadaheichou,' had entered the livestream.

Shadaheichou had gifted a Royal Salute worth 10,000 yuan.

It turned out that the platform's most expensive gift was a Royal Salute worth 10,000 yuan.

After the gift, the livestream screen was ablaze with special effects, a sea of fireworks and salutes.

And other livestreams were also receiving news that someone in a certain livestream had received a Royal Salute, which would send a link to their livestream for 5 seconds.

Streamers were proud to receive Royal Salute rewards. There was once a popular streamer who received over 50 Royal Salutes in a single hour, earning him a legendary status.

Pink Racer's biggest reward had been a racing car worth 1,000 yuan.

Now, she saw a new fan enter the livestream and, with a single wave of her hand, received a Royal Dress.

Just as she was about to express her gratitude, she saw Shadaheichou continue sending Royal Salutes.

Zhao Xin, standing in front of her phone, placed his index finger on the Royal Salute gift bar, closing his eyes and furiously smacking the screen to quickly claim 10 million cash.

At that moment, the screen in Pink Racer's livestream was completely obscured. The subtitles and the streamer's face were completely obscured by the Royal Salute special effects, leaving the entire screen a glittering, golden glow. "Oh my god! Where did this 'Shadaheichou' come from? This Royal Salute is blinding me."

"Tsk, I despise you. What's the point of flaunting your wealth? Brother Hei, can you please come to my stream? My livestreams are still quite engaging."

Viewers in other livestreams also saw the link to the Pink Racer livestream launched by Royal Salute, and the entire platform went wild.

"Who is this Pink Racer? Is she the platform's newest popular streamer?"

"Who cares who Pink Racer is? I only care if Shadaheichou and I are related. Could he be my long-lost brother?"

"This Shadaheichou is incredible! It's been five minutes, and the Royal Salute effect hasn't stopped."

"Everyone, come watch! We're going to catch a millionaire."

At this moment, fans in the Pink Racer's livestream were flooded with comments. "Now the streamer doesn't have to sing anymore, and the sponsorship is secured."

"I'm so heartbroken, 'Shadaheicu', can you heal my wounds? I need your attention, too."

About ten minutes later, Zhao Xin spent the borrowed 10 million yuan, shook his sore fingers, and logged off.

"Oh my god, what a rich guy! He didn't even ask for the streamer's contact information after finishing the shopping, and he logged off without a single word. Are all rich people so low-key these days?"

"Don't leave, rich guy! I want to participate in the rally, too, and I need sponsorship. My livestream ID is 250-9527."

After that night, the legend of the multi-millionaire 'Shadaheicu' spread across short video platforms.

Zhao Xin, looking at the massive supercomputer in the living room, smiled.