The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Chen Zhi stared at the message sent by Dai Dama on his phone screen and raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Yiming personally called the company's front desk.

People of this caliber usually have their secretaries or assistants handle the calls; there are very few situations where they would personally make the dialing.

Pei Ningxue leaned on his shoulder, glancing at the screen out of the corner of her eye.

"Musical notes dancing?"

"Um."

Chen Zhi didn't say much and directly dialed the number that Dai Dama had forwarded to him.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Hello, Mr. Chen?"

The voice on the other end was young, with a slight Fujian accent. He spoke slowly, but every word was clear.

"Mr. Zhang."

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair in the airport waiting area, speaking casually.

"I've long admired your name, but I never expected you to call me personally."

"Mr. Chen, you're too kind."

Zhang Yiming smiled and said, "I've been following the Moss project for a long time. We missed out on the Series A funding round last time, but I'd like to talk about it this time to see if there's any possibility of cooperation."

Chen Zhi did not respond.

Zhang Yiming continued, "I've looked at your API interface, and your multimodal understanding capabilities are indeed leading, especially in natural language processing, which is significantly better than GPT-3.5."

"Mr. Zhang, you flatter me."

"That's not an overstatement."

Zhang Yiming's tone became more serious. "I'd like to ask if there's any possibility of licensing Moss's underlying algorithm framework to external parties?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhi's lips curled up slightly.

coming.

All major internet companies follow the same pattern: first, they praise your technical prowess, then they abruptly change the subject and ask if you can sell them your core technology.

"Mr. Zhang, the underlying algorithm is not licensed to third parties."

Chen Zhi's answer was crisp and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"What if it's a strategic investment?"

Zhang Yiming changed the subject, saying, "Music Jump can lead Deep Space Technology's Series B funding round. You can set the valuation, on the condition that we obtain the underlying license for Moss, which can be used to optimize content recommendations on Toutiao and Douyin."

Chen Zhi smiled.

"Mr. Zhang, the underlying algorithm is the lifeblood of Deep Space Technology. No matter who invests, we will not grant it."

He paused for a moment, then softened his tone.

"But if Mr. Zhang is interested, we can talk about ecosystem integration and traffic exchange."

"Ecosystem integration?"

"right."

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

"Moss can be integrated as an AI assistant for Toutiao and Douyin. Users can directly call up Moss's capabilities in your app, and we will share the revenue based on the number of calls."

"As for traffic exchange, Deep Space Technology needs more user data to train its models, and the daily active users and content ecosystem of Notes Jump are exactly what we need."

Zhang Yiming pondered for a moment.

"That's an interesting idea."

"How about we talk about this in person sometime?"

Chen Zhi glanced at the time. "Okay, I'll be in Beijing for the next couple of days. You decide on the time and place, and I'll come over."

"Okay, it's settled then."

Zhang Yiming hung up the phone.

Chen Zhi put his phone back in his pocket and let out a long sigh of relief.

Pei Ningxue watched him from the side, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Chen Zhi stood up and picked up his suitcase.

"Let's go back to the city."

Pei Ningxue followed behind him for a few steps, then suddenly spoke.

Do you have any plans this afternoon?

Chen Zhi was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"I still need to oversee the legal department to revise the contracts brought back from Shanghai, and I also need to sign the documents from Beijing Infrastructure Investment Co., Ltd."

Pei Ningxue looked at him and said, "You can take half a day off this afternoon. I'll go back to the company and handle it myself."

Chen Zhi raised an eyebrow.

"Is President Pei so understanding?"

Stop being so cheeky.

Pei Ningxue rolled her eyes at him. "Didn't you promise to go to Haidilao with that big star?"

Chen Zhi paused for a moment.

Pei Ningxue smiled, said nothing more, and pulled her suitcase toward the exit.

Chen Zhi stood there, watching her back, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

……

2:30 p.m.

Chen Zhi stood in the underground parking garage of a shopping mall, looking around.

My phone vibrated.

Lin Wanwan sent me a WeChat message.

[Lin Wanwan: I've arrived! Where are you?]

[Chen Zhi: B2 floor, the corner near the elevator.]

[Lin Wanwan: Wait for me! Don't let anyone see me!]

Chen Zhi's lips twitched as he looked at the message.

It's like an underground party meeting.

About two minutes later, a figure wrapped up tightly emerged from the elevator entrance.

Black sunglasses, a black face mask, a bucket hat pulled low, and an oversized trench coat—this outfit was sure to attract attention.

Chen Zhi recognized him at a glance.

This is definitely Lin Wanwan.

She walked over, glancing left and right, and when she saw Chen Zhi, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into the shadow of the load-bearing wall.

Why are you standing in such an obvious place!

Lin Wanwan lowered her voice, her tone tense.

"What if we get photographed by paparazzi?"

Chen Zhi pointed to the elderly woman pushing a shopping cart next to him.

"Look at that auntie, she didn't even glance at you."

Lin Wanwan paused for a moment, then turned her head to look.

The woman was looking down at her phone, not even lifting her eyelids.

Lin Wanwan's momentum instantly weakened.

"But... we can't be careless..."

Chen Zhi smiled and reached out to push her fisherman's hat up a little.

"Alright, stop acting, take off your mask."

Lin Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but still pulled off her mask.

She revealed a fair and clean face.

Being a celebrity is exhausting.

Lin Wanwan pouted and complained, "Even eating hot pot requires being fully armed."

Chen Zhi pinched her cheek.

"Who told you to insist on becoming a big star?"

"snort."

Lin Wanwan slapped his hand away and pulled him toward the elevator.

"Let's go, I've booked a private room, it's absolutely safe."

The two went upstairs and headed straight for Haidilao.

The waiter led them into a secluded private room, and after the door was closed, Lin Wanwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She threw her sunglasses and hat on the sofa and slumped into her chair.

"I'm exhausted."

Chen Zhi sat opposite her, picked up the menu and flipped through it.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

Lin Wanwan rested her chin on her hand and looked at him. "You order, I love everything."

Chen Zhi ordered a few dishes and pressed the service bell.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello, what service do you need?"

A waiter dressed in a Haidilao uniform walked in carrying two glasses of plum juice.

She placed the plum juice on the table and glanced up at Lin Wanwan.

Then he froze.

Her gaze was fixed on Lin Wanwan's face, her eyes widening.

"Wait a moment!"

The waiter blurted it out.

"Are you that...?"

Lin Wanwan's body froze instantly.

The waiter's voice abruptly stopped.