I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Today, 3X is holding its event at the same hotel, but the promotional image has been changed to the World Congress.

Although it was called a world conference, there were white people present, but most of them had yellow skin.

Wearing masks, Kim Nana and Saori glanced at each other after observing each other casually for a moment.

Most of these are probably just shills; foreigners aren't stupid, and they have very strict controls over Ponzi schemes.

However, their control is limited to preventing their own citizens from being scammed, or you could say they only care about preventing people from outside of country H from being scammed.

"Gentlemen, there will be a slight change to today's technical demonstration. I hope you won't mind. After all, there are many investors here today, and some of them have made the same request as you..." Mr. Zhu said softly as he approached the two women.

"change?"

"what is that?"

The two of them frowned.

"Actually, it's nothing much. Originally, we planned to invest all the funds in the foreign exchange market. However, considering that our expertise lies in cryptocurrency and to be mindful of other investors, we decided, after discussing with the company team, to diversify our operations between the two markets," Mr. Zhu said casually.

"This...we want to see large-scale fund operations. How can I trust your capabilities if you're managing money in such a fragmented way..."

Jin Nana asked in displeasure, but before she could finish speaking, she felt Saori secretly poke her with her hand.

"Ahem, do whatever you want. But if your actions don't satisfy me, then the cooperation we agreed on is off. I don't like partnerships that keep changing." Saori coughed lightly, looking indifferent.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll definitely make sure you two are satisfied. Although the money is handled separately, the amount will definitely not be small." General Manager Zhu secretly observed the two men's reactions, then chuckled and left.

"Why won't you let me talk? This guy suddenly changed..." Jin Nana was called to the bathroom by Saori. After checking that no one was inside, Jin Nana asked in a low voice.

“I think this guy is doing it on purpose; he probably sensed something. If you forcefully stop him, he'll probably become even more suspicious. Why don't you send this message to Chen Xi first?” Saori tugged at Jin Nana's arm, signaling her to calm down.

At this point, the most important thing is to get the message out and see if it will disrupt Chen Xi's plans.

If it doesn't have a significant impact, then we might as well continue.

On the other side, Chen Xi frowned after receiving the text message.

He never expected that after days of preparation, with his gun all set up, the other party would use a clone technique.

It's too late to divert funds to the cryptocurrency market now. All plans and deployments are gone, and the system needs to be readjusted. There's simply no way to stop the other side.

"What's wrong? You look so pale. Are you nervous?" Elaine smiled and winked.

It means, "So you're scared too. You acted like a god before, but it turns out you're just a paper tiger."

"Yes, I was just worried that your poor performance would cause me to lose money." Chen Xi put down his phone.

"My skills are subpar? Then give it a try." Elaine snorted and turned her head away.

More and more people entered the venue. President Zhu smiled and patted Wang Xianqi, who was preparing backstage: "You see how many people are here today? The success of this event depends on you..."

Wang Xianqi, who was initially a little nervous, immediately patted his chest confidently after being praised like that: "Don't worry, I've got everything covered. The sudden change of plans caught me off guard. I originally thought I would only be explaining forex trading, but I didn't expect there to be an extra step. But it's not a big problem. I already mastered the knowledge of cryptocurrency at the previous meeting."

"There's nothing we can do about it. I discussed it with Thomas before. The current foreign exchange market is too volatile, and the amount of capital is too large. A few billion dollars is just a small ripple in the foreign exchange market, but in the cryptocurrency market, it can make you a market maker. Think about it, with such high risks, isn't it a bit dangerous to put all your eggs in one basket?"

"Yes, yes, safety first, safety first!"

Upon hearing General Manager Zhu's explanation, Wang Xianqi quickly echoed it.

In fact, Wang Xianqi's understanding of cryptocurrencies comes entirely from research materials, and he knows absolutely nothing about the foreign exchange market.

Although I learned some things through a few days of study, I am still a complete novice.

However, he had heard of some historical cases of financial attacks, such as Soros's legendary feat.

Wang Xianqi's job doesn't actually require him to have great financial knowledge; rather, it's about raising the mood of the people in the audience.

Clearly, the success stories of celebrities are what he needs.

The conference began soon afterward, and Wang Xianqi stood on the stage to give his speech.

The audience was packed, and he couldn't really tell who were extras hired by Mr. Zhu and who were real investors.

But that doesn't matter; as long as he speaks, this place becomes his home turf.

He took a deep breath, and the illusion of being worshipped by thousands of people made him feel excited.

"Sitting here today are representatives of multinational corporations, investors holding checks in their hands, and even a few foreigners who have come from afar. We've gathered here for one thing: to turn our lives around!"

Wang Xianqi pointed to the front row, his tone filled with pride.

A blood-red line appeared on the giant screen behind them, showing the exchange rate of the Korean Won against the US dollar.

"The island nation and the Korean nation are fighting, the people are crying, and the politicians are making a scene. But I ask you, what do you see? It's simply US dollars flying everywhere! It's the last back door God left for the smart ones! In 92, Soros stared at the pound sterling like he was staring at a patient on the verge of death. At that time, the Bank of England still wanted to raise interest rates to 15% to hold on, but what happened? Soros ripped a billion dollars out of the British people's pockets in a single day. And then there's the Plaza Accord of 85, which was simply a top-notch open conspiracy. A few men in suits were drinking coffee in a hotel and sold the Japanese yen. The island nation's wealth doubled instantly, but it also kicked off the nightmare of the next thirty years."

The Swiss franc black swan event of 15 was true despair. The central bank promised to defend it at all costs one second, then abandoned it the next. In just one second, how many billionaires became penniless? In such extreme market conditions, human reaction time is as slow as a snail's. Why mention these examples? Because these bloody examples tell us one thing: in the financial meat grinder, humans are the most unreliable element. People are greedy, fearful, and easily exhausted. Soros will grow old, and Wall Street elites need sleep too. When Bitcoin crashes in the dead of night, when a black swan event suddenly strikes, your brain needs half a second to react, your hand needs a fraction of a second to click the mouse—that little bit of time is enough to wipe you out.

He slammed his hand on the podium, making water bottles bounce around.

"But machines don't! The 3X platform's AI quantitative system is a hunter that never blinks, 24/7. It has no emotions, doesn't need coffee, and only recognizes algorithms. Whether in the deep waters of cryptocurrency or the turbulent waves of the forex market, it can complete the harvest in a fraction of a second. In the past, forex was the private playground of the top tycoons, but today, with 3X and our AI-powered full-domain automated quantitative technology, every ordinary person has the opportunity to become the next giant to crush the pound!"

Wang Xianqi opened his arms wide, as if to embrace all the greed in the audience. "This isn't a transaction, it's a revolution! This is AI's devastating impact on traditional human thinking! Welcome to the world of 3X, welcome to the era of making money while lying down!"

The applause erupted like thunder. Listening to the almost frenzied cheers, Wang Xianqi thought to himself: It's a sure thing!

"Clap clap clap!"

Mr. Zhu clapped excitedly in his seat, a hint of regret rising in his heart.

Wang Xianqi was the key figure in the team's early days of entrepreneurship, so it would be a shame to fire him.

"Heh, you're quite the talker, but I wonder if your skills are as good as your mouth." Jin Nana leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed and sneered.

"If I hadn't known it was a Ponzi scheme, I probably would have believed it myself," Saori said softly, tilting her head.

"It's called a world conference, but it's clearly mostly Asians here. There are only five or six white people," Jin Nana added.

"I've never seen a Ponzi scheme in Australia. White people don't believe in that stuff at all." Saori covered her mouth and chuckled.

In a room upstairs in the hotel, the technical team of the 3X platform was whispering among themselves.

"The exchange rate is fluctuating a lot right now, it's time to enter the market. Tell the audience that the live demonstration will begin in half an hour! Is the data ready?" A bespectacled man clapped his hands.

"Ready. If a major problem occurs, we can switch the screen in 0 seconds and immediately enter the pre-screen mode." The person next to me nodded.

"There haven't been any major changes in the cryptocurrency market, so I suggest delaying your entry!" another woman snapped her fingers.

"Okay, no problem. We'll talk for a bit longer, then we'll see how things go," the bespectacled man replied.

Inside Chen Xi's office in the office building.

"Begin entering the field, proceed according to plan." Elaine began giving instructions at this moment.

The on-site technical team immediately began operations according to the previous plan.

Everyone in the office was busy, except for Chen Xi, who was constantly tapping on her phone.

"Are you really that nervous? At such an important moment, you haven't said a word." Elaine looked at him angrily.

"I was just afraid of causing you trouble, you're a professional." Chen Xi gave her a thumbs up.

"Many companies are working on AI now, and there will definitely be an era of AI explosion in the future. Working on AI requires computing power and electricity. What kind of scenario would it be if everyone in the capital market used quantitative trading in the future? Who would ultimately benefit? AI technology companies? Quantitative funds? You could say it's like guns and bullets, computing power is the bullet. If you control the production of bullets, like controlling steel and gunpowder... wouldn't that allow you to keep making money?" Having just entered the market, Elaine was also bored and suddenly asked a series of questions while looking at the calm Chen Xi.

"Why do you think that bullets must be made of steel and gunpowder? Bullets from the 13th to 15th centuries fired small stones, gravel, or scraps of iron. In the early 15th and 16th centuries, matchlock guns commonly used lead spheres as projectiles because of their low melting point, ease of casting, high density, and good lethality. Later came iron projectiles, steel bullets, copper bullets, and plastic bullets," Chen Xi said slowly.

"What are you trying to say? Are you suggesting that future computing power won't need electricity or graphics cards?"

Why can't it be?

“That’s utter nonsense. Do you think you know more than those scientists?” Elaine scoffed at his words.

"Most people now have some understanding of AI. AI computing power is extremely dependent on graphics cards and electricity, but these are just the surface. If we compare AI computing power to a high-speed sports car, the graphics card is the engine, electricity is the gasoline, and the underlying architecture and data are the highway. AI prefers graphics cards because the essence of AI tasks is massive matrix operations. Traditional CPUs are like all-around advanced mathematicians, only able to solve one complex equation at a time. GPUs, on the other hand, are like ten thousand elementary school students who can only do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. AI training doesn't require calculus; it only needs to complete hundreds of millions of simple multiplications simultaneously, which is precisely the strength of graphics card arrays. As for electricity, training..." Developing a top-tier large-scale model consumes enough electricity to power a small city for weeks. Graphics cards running at full load generate enormous heat; approximately 30%-40% of the electricity in a data center isn't directly used for computation, but rather to run air conditioning chillers to cool the graphics cards. Therefore, current computing centers are either built in temperate or frigid zones, or directly near large hydroelectric power plants. "You just mentioned that the future might be an era of AI explosion, which means everyone in the world might be using it. Earth's energy resources are finite; not every country has the capacity to provide such massive amounts of electricity. And we can't sustain this forever with just graphics cards and electricity…" Chen Xi continued to explain.

"You seem to know quite a lot. So what do you think the future will be like?" Elaine asked again.

This question stumped him, because before Chen Xi traveled through time, the globally accepted view at that time was indeed the same as what Elaine had said.

But then he remembered a project at a research institute in Australia.

Meanwhile, in Australia, far from her new mother-in-law's home, inside a research institute.

An old man in a white coat was busy working at the workbench.

Beside him, two burly men in camouflage uniforms stared at him expressionlessly.

At that moment, the laboratory door opened, and a man and a woman walked in.

"It's been years since we rescued you from the sea, and that research project you mentioned back then still isn't finished? Are you playing us for fools?" The woman said coldly and rudely.

"Almost done, almost done." The old man seemed not to hear him and just waved his hand.

"Back then, we spent a lot of effort, sending hundreds of people to salvage it at sea. I think your bullshit project is just a smokescreen." The man who came in looked even worse than the woman.

A few years ago, a Malaysian plane went missing, and the incident caused a great stir.

The Australian military launched a large-scale search under pressure from international public opinion.

Ultimately, the military discovered a white man named Raymond.

After further investigation into his identity, they intended to put him to trial.

In order to save his own life, Raymond revealed a huge secret: he had a very capable scientist on his team.

Immediately, the military dispatched a large number of personnel for the search and rescue operation, and finally found the old man he had mentioned at sea.

"What's the rush?"

The old man didn't even turn his head. He was holding an extremely thin test tube in his hand and carefully dripping a pale blue liquid into a petri dish.

"Those so-called experts outside think that stacking up tens of thousands of graphics cards and building a few substations is the pinnacle of human civilization? That's like Stone Age people playing with fire—it looks bright, but it's incredibly stupid. My biological computer is made up of living proteins and neurons. What's a GPU? It's just a rigid silicon chip clumsily mimicking life. My precious thing only needs a bowl of sugar water, and every second it calculates can replace half the world's data centers. It doesn't need air conditioning, and it doesn't need to burn out the power grid. It will grow on its own, repair itself, and even evolve. Once this thing is complete, all those so-called graphics cards and generators in your hands will become scrap metal that no one will even pick up if thrown into the sea. Humanity's future isn't in silicon, but in this sticky pool of protein! I was almost finished with my research, but unfortunately, the ship was destroyed, and now I have to start from scratch. I have no choice!" (End of Chapter)