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

"You haven't developed your biocomputer, so what about the other project?" the woman asked coldly.

"What do you mean?" The old man continued his experiment.

"Stop beating around the bush with me, I'm talking about the elixir of immortality," the woman snorted.

"An elixir of immortality? There's no such thing in this world." The old man almost burst out laughing.

“You didn’t say that when we saved you, and Raymond has already confessed that he was injected with the drug you developed and that he has indeed become younger.”

"That was just me being afraid of death, I was just making things up. Who doesn't boast to survive? If I didn't say I could live forever, you would have thrown me into the sea to feed the fish long ago. As for Raymond, the injection he got was indeed more advanced than exosomes, directly injecting cells with adrenaline at the microscopic level. It uses mitochondrial replacement combined with epigenetic reprogramming. It looks like I've become younger, my back and legs don't ache anymore, but it's essentially overdrawing my life force, burning it all up in these few years. When the fire goes out, I'll collapse. Besides, this thing needs to be used in conjunction with live organs for induction experiments. Back on the medical ship, there were so many of those consumables, how could your Australian government get them? I'm afraid it would be bad if the outside world found out. This thing was made for those cowardly rich people and politicians. The United States, Australia, and those big shots in Asia are all Raymond's old clients. Take my advice, get rid of this idea as soon as possible. If they find out I'm still alive, you people might not be able to handle their wrath."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the man and woman in front of him almost spit fire in their eyes.

New mother-in-law.

"Hey, what are you thinking about? Why aren't you saying anything? Looks like you're running out of knowledge." Elaine asked, looking at the man who hadn't responded for a while.

She'd always been the one getting the short end of the stick, and now that it was the other person's turn, she was thrilled.

"Do you know about biological computers?" Chen Xi asked abruptly.

“What is that? I’ve never heard of it.” Elaine shook her head.

Chen Xi didn't explain, but simply nodded.

Few people know about this thing. It was a sensational news story back then, but it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

If it hadn't happened in Australia, he probably wouldn't have known either.

In a past life, a laboratory in the village of Mo caused a great commotion.

Instead of etching circuits onto silicon wafers, those people placed hundreds of thousands of living human brain cells directly onto the chip.

This project has a pretty cool name: DishBrain.

Researchers cultured approximately 80 brain cells on a silicone microelectrode array and then taught these cells to play video games, including the oldest type called Pong.

The results were quite startling; these living cells learned to catch the ball in just a few minutes, much faster than existing AI algorithms.

The research these Australians are doing is essentially SBI (Synthetic Biological Intelligence). This thing doesn't burn electricity; it survives on nutrient solutions. With hundreds of thousands of cells running, the power consumption is negligible.

A broken silicon chip is just a piece of scrap metal, but these brain cells, when electrically stimulated, can learn by changing their own connections.

However, there are still many problems. Although the news reports are full of amazing stories, this technology is still in the laboratory stage and is mainly used for screening drugs or studying brain development.

There are still many hurdles to overcome before it can completely replace the graphics card in a computer.

After all, no one in the world dares to guarantee that they can keep a living protein stable for several years without it getting sick.

Many people, including Chen Xi, thought it was nonsense when they first saw it.

However, with the rapid pace of technological development, it seems not impossible for this thing to be mass-produced and put into use.

"After making money in the foreign exchange market, is it possible to switch to cryptocurrency, or to do both? Does your company have the resources to do this?" Chen Xi asked Elaine.

"You think you can eat two bowls of rice at the same time? You'll probably choke to death. I advise you to focus your attention on one thing at a time." Elaine shook her head upon hearing this. She felt that the man in front of her was far too confident and greedy.

"Then forget I said anything." Chen Xi shrugged.

Inside the venue, Mr. Zhu's original seat was now empty.

"Hey, Mr. Yang, I'm in a big meeting right now. What can I do for you? The funds haven't been transferred yet." Mr. Zhu was making a phone call in the smoking room.

"What kind of meeting is this? I've handed over all the money from those financial companies in Chongqing to you this time, including my own personal funds. You better handle it properly. If there's even the slightest mistake, I'll tear you to pieces, no matter where you run off to. You should know what I do." A young man's voice came from the phone.

"Understood, understood. I guarantee it will be thoroughly cleaned and moved to a safe location." General Manager Zhu laughed heartily, but a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

After hanging up, he quickly dialed a familiar number.

"Hey Thomas. Mr. Yang just called me and told me to handle the money properly. But I'm feeling a little uneasy..."

"I think you're just too nervous. It's your first time handling such a large sum of money. This amount isn't much for my current business, but I reacted similarly to you. As you get more experience, your mental fortitude will improve. Besides, we have contingency plans. Even if there's a small loss in the foreign exchange market, we can cut it off instantly and switch to cryptocurrency. This conference is a triple win: we can safely launder money, promote ourselves by fleecing wealthy investors, and dominate the cryptocurrency market. Hmm, maybe even a quadruple win. The latest news just came in: South Korea can't hold on any longer and is in private negotiations with Japan..." Thomas's voice was quite calm.

"It's good that you have confidence. If you have confidence, then I have confidence too. But why do you have to go out and do things at this critical juncture? I'm a bit overwhelmed by my own strength."

"I have so many businesses all over the world, what's your little bit of capital to me? Okay, let's stop talking now. I'm busy here too."

After I finished speaking, the phone went dead.

Mr. Zhu stubbed out his cigarette, dusted off his suit, and strode out of the smoking room.

The meeting in the hall continued, and the numbers on the display screen kept changing.

3X's trading system is constantly buying and selling, but the frequency and transaction amount are not large.

"President Zhu, what's going on? At this rate, the meeting will probably be over before anything changes." Jin Nana waved to the man who had just returned from his seat.

"Exactly, you're not trying to fool us, are you? What we want to see is making big money and maximizing profits! Not seeing your business remain unchanged with no change in turnover." Saori crossed her arms and put on a stern face.

"Oh dear, the market isn't fluctuating that much yet. What kind of waves can our little bit of investment make? We need to find the right opportunity. Don't worry, I've already received word that there will be huge fluctuations today..." President Zhu looked at his two little devils and tried his best to reassure them.

If these two suddenly leave, all the investments we discussed will be wasted.

"Hmph, I hope you're not making us waste our time today." Saori glanced at the other person, then continued to observe the numbers on the screen.

Mr. Zhu wasn't lying; he just said he received the news, and it was indeed true.

In fact, he wasn't the only one who received the news; everyone else who entered also had their own different sources of information.

To say that the 3X platform is completely fake wouldn't be entirely true; Ponzi schemes do have some understanding of finance and technology.

However, most of these schemes actually generate less profit than what is given to investors, which eventually leads to a collapse.

Inside the office building next door.

The lines on the screen resembled restless snakes, darting back and forth between 1145.50 and 1147.20.

Elaine stared at the small crest of the wave, her fingers tapping incessantly on the table. "Getting restless already? See that? There's an invisible hook at position 1148. Someone threw tens of millions of dollars into it, trying to test the waters in Seoul." She muttered to herself, turning to look at Chen Xi.

Chen Xi glanced at the screen.

At this point, the USD/KRW (US dollar to Korean won) exchange rate was at 1146.80, which was indeed higher than the opening price of 1142.30, but it was far from a bloodbath.

"This fluctuation isn't even an appetizer," Chen Xi replied casually.

"That's called a false test. Those speculators are throwing out smokescreens, deliberately releasing false information to see how many retail investors will jump in. This kind of trick only fools those crazy people who want to get rich quick," Elaine said, curling her lip.

At this moment, in a high-end office building in Hong Kong.

There was no noisy commotion here, only the soft clatter of mechanical keyboards.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun was blazing, but inside the room it was as cold and damp as an icebox.

"Any movement from Seoul?" A man wearing a silver wristwatch asked without turning his head, staring at the six screens in front of him.

"No reaction. The South Korean central bank is as quiet as a corpse. We just sold 30 million in batches, and the exchange rate only jumped less than ten points. There's very little buying pressure in the market; everyone's just watching." The trader stared at the order book, his hands never stopping.

“Let’s give them a little push. Place a short order for $100 million at 1148. I want to see if they’re really confident or just putting on an act. Once we break through the psychological barrier of 1150, the remaining followers will help us crush the yen.” The man sneered.

"clear."

As the order was given, the previously subtle fluctuations on the foreign exchange market suddenly became somewhat grim.

The USD/KRW price jumped to 1148.10 like a fully drawn bowstring.

To ordinary investors, such fluctuations may seem like nothing more than ordinary ups and downs, but to professional hunters, they are clearly the sound of death sharpening its knife.

Chen Xi sat opposite Elaine, casually took out his phone, and sent a string of encrypted numbers.

“Track 3X’s API signature. I need to see the clearing path of every penny they send to the new exchange, without alerting them.”

A few seconds later, the phone screen lit up.

The reply was brief: "It's already connected to the secondary interface of the new homeowner, Dahua. Feature code: TX-9921."

Chen Xi put away his phone and looked up at Elaine, who was staring blankly at the screen.

At this moment, inside an office building in Hong Kong.

The man wearing the watch stared at the price of 1149.30, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

He repeatedly placed and cancelled orders between 1148 and 1150, an operation resembling fishing, casting the hook out and reeling it in, creating chaos on the surface.

“Keep moving sideways. Don’t let them realize we’re going to dump the shares. We need to give those guys in Seoul and those retail investors who want to buy the dip the illusion that we can hold on. The 1150 level needs to be made into a rock-solid bottom for them.” The man changed his posture.

He's waiting, waiting for Seoul's central bank to finally inject its foreign exchange reserves to prop up the market, or waiting for self-important, foolish money like 3X to rush in and fill the hole.

Once these people run out of bullets, the 1150 mark will be as thin as a sheet of paper.

Meanwhile, in Seoul, the air in the conference room almost froze.

On the huge monitor, the number 1149.80 looked like a thin steel wire, tightly constricting everyone's necks.

"Still no decision? Hundreds of millions of dollars are being lost every second!" a middle-aged man roared in a low voice, his voice echoing in the empty room.

Supporting the market means throwing precious foreign exchange reserves into this bottomless black hole.

Without market intervention, once the psychological threshold of 1150 is breached, the entire country's monetary credibility will collapse.

This kind of slow, insidious decline is the most agonizing, like being cut with a dull knife; each bite isn't fatal, but the blood keeps flowing.

The people in the meeting room hesitated, waiting for news from the negotiating table, and also waiting for the miracle that could free them.

But they didn't know that Death was already sharpening his blade.

Inside the venue, Mr. Zhu's initially uneasy heart calmed down amidst the waves of applause.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, put on a spirited smile, and sat down next to Jin Nana and Saori.

"Gentlemen, do you see that? The numbers are starting to move." General Manager Zhu pointed to the slowly descending curve on the big screen.

At this point, the USD/KRW price dropped slightly from 1149.80 to around 1148.50.

“That was the market clearing out weak hands just now,” Mr. Zhu said in a low voice, leaning closer to the two of them with feigned mystery. “I just received inside information that those people from Seoul and Tokyo are sitting together negotiating. They’re making a big fuss on the surface, but they’ve actually already pretty much finalized things behind the scenes. That’s the wisdom of Asians—they may fight, but business still has to go on.”

Jin Nana raised an eyebrow: "Negotiations? Is this news reliable? Neither of us locals know anything about it, yet you seem to know more than we do?"

Mr. Zhu rolled his eyes inwardly, thinking: You two women only know how to find male prostitutes all day long, what kind of knowledge can you possibly gain?
However, he patiently explained, "3X's AI system has already detected the unusual activity between the foreign ministries of both countries. The current fluctuations are just the prelude to a reversal. The Korean coin is about to launch a major counterattack, and the exchange rate will plummet. Those who haven't entered the market yet will miss out on everything later."

He wasn't just fooling the two women; he was also comforting himself.

The company's short positions are firmly locked on the market; as long as the Korean coin rebounds, he'll win.

If Kimchicoin really crashes, he'll exit the market, put up fake data, and then go to the cryptocurrency market to make money.

Anyway, if you're lucky, you might make a profit; if you're unlucky, you'll lose a little. In the end, the money you lose will be made up by those two women.

Meanwhile, in that office building in Hong Kong.

The man wearing a silver watch looked at the several huge buy orders that suddenly appeared on the trading screen and let out a cold sneer.

"Where did this stupid money come from? Buying up Korean cryptocurrency like crazy at this critical juncture of 1150, do they really think those Koreans can get anything out of this? This scale of market intervention doesn't seem like something a central bank would do, it seems more like some reckless institution is trying to manipulate the market." The man tapped the table.

"Boss, should we cancel the order?" the trader asked in a low voice.

"Withdraw? Why should we withdraw? Someone's offering money, why shouldn't we accept it? Who cares who it is? Since they want to establish a base at 1150, we'll dump all our goods on them. Once the news of the negotiations breaking down spreads, all this money will be our nourishment." The man's eyes were ruthless.

Chen Xi sat in the server room, watching the real-time data stream uploaded to his phone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The phone screen lit up; the message contained only one line: "TX-9921 has begun to see heavy investment." (End of Chapter)