The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

2:30 p.m.

Deep Space Technology Headquarters, 20th Floor, Beijing International Trade Center.

The front desk area was incredibly busy. A new intern named Jiang Ke joined today and was being bossed around by the administrative supervisor, making copies of documents and brewing coffee everywhere, spinning like a top.

Chen Zhi sat on the leather sofa in the CEO's office, legs crossed, checking on the company's recent situation.

The office door was pushed open.

Pei Ningxue held a thick set of meeting minutes in her hand.

"Stop playing around." Pei Ningxue walked to the coffee table and threw the documents in front of Chen Zhi. "The person whose name is 'Musical Notes' is coming downstairs immediately."

Chen Zhi sat up straight.

"These internet giants are really quick," Chen Zhi said, stretching. "We just got through on the phone yesterday, and they're already knocking on our door today."

Pei Ningxue looked at him, her gaze sweeping over the dark circles under his eyes.

"How could we not hurry?" Pei Ningxue sneered. "Zhang Yiming dreams of investing in Deep Space, but you, President Chen, have been 'busy' outside for several nights. Do you even have the energy to deal with this old fox today?"

Chen Zhigan coughed twice.

"President Pei, what you're saying is quite something." Chen Zhi shamelessly reached out and took Pei Ningxue's hand. "I'm just doing my best for the company. With you, my capable wife, keeping an eye on things for me, what do I have to be afraid of?"

Pei Ningxue's ears turned slightly red, and she glared at Chen Zhi: "Stop being so cheeky. Zhang Yiming is personally leading the team here this time, so he's definitely not here just for a casual chat. You'd better be on your guard."

Just then, the landline on the table rang.

The receptionist called to say that the person has arrived.

Chen Zhi stood up, straightened his clothes, and led Pei Ningxue outside.

As soon as I walked into the elevator lobby, I saw a group of people coming out of the elevator.

The man in the lead was wearing an extremely ordinary gray short-sleeved T-shirt, paired with dark casual pants, and black-rimmed glasses. He had a slightly high hairline, and if he walked on the streets of Zhongguancun, he would definitely be mistaken for an ordinary programmer.

But this person is one of the most influential figures in China's internet circle today, the founder of Yin Fu Tiao Dong (Music Notes Jumping), Zhang Yiming.

"Mr. Zhang." Chen Zhi stepped forward and extended his hand.

Zhang Yiming strode over, grasped Chen Zhi's hands with both of his, looked him up and down, and a hint of undisguised surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Chen is truly young and accomplished," Zhang Yiming exclaimed. "I knew you were young before I came, but seeing you in person is still unbelievable. I never imagined you were so young. This world really does belong to you young people."

Chen Zhi grinned and casually replied.

"Haha, that bag."

Zhang Yiming's smile froze.

He froze for a moment.

Packaged?

What kind of bag is it?

The executives of Yin Fu Tiao Dong who were following behind Zhang Yiming looked at each other in bewilderment.

Pei Ningxue, who was standing diagonally behind Chen Zhi, twitched her lips twice, wishing she could pretend she didn't know this person.

Zhang Yiming, having seen his share of ups and downs, quickly chuckled and smoothed things over.

"Young people just think differently," Zhang Yiming said with a smile and a shake of his head. "No wonder they can create something as disruptive as Moss."

He paused, then added with a hint of complaint, "But Mr. Chen is really busy. I've had my assistant try to arrange a meeting with you several times; it's not easy to get a chance to see you."

Chen Zhi was internally ranting and raving.

How can I not be busy?

Just being your boyfriend, the spokesperson for the future of musical notes, has already taken up a lot of my energy. I also have to squeeze in time to go back to school for classes and prevent trouble at home.

"Haha, it's a startup company, everything is in its infancy, there's a lot to do, so we're quite busy."

The group moved to Deep Space Technology's largest conference room.

Jiang Ke walked in carrying a tea tray and poured tea for the bigwigs. She kept her head down the whole time, behaving very properly and not daring to look at Chen Zhi even once. After pouring the tea, she quickly left.

Zhang Yiming took a sip of tea and began to establish a closer relationship, following the usual business negotiation routine.

"Actually, I noticed you guys when Moss first came out and was doing a live beta test on the Yinpu platform."

Zhang Yiming put down his teacup, his tone filled with deep regret: "I had someone contact you right away, wanting to invest in Deep Space Technology as soon as possible, but we were still a step too late. It's such a pity."

According to the normal business logic of mutual flattery, Chen Zhi should have politely said, "Not at all, there will be opportunities to cooperate in the future."

But Chen Zhi insisted on not doing so.

He leaned back in his chair, waved his hand, and directly interrupted Zhang Yiming's spellcasting.

"It's no pity, no pity." Chen Zhi looked at Zhang Yiming and said sincerely, "You did call back then, but I had someone hang up on you and didn't answer your calls."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

The executives, their eyes wide like saucers, stared incredulously at the freshman sitting in the head seat.

Pei Ningxue's pen, which was making notes, suddenly stopped. She looked at Chen Zhi with the eyes of someone looking at a lunatic.

That's not how you talk!

The boss of a giant company with a market value of hundreds of billions is being polite to you, and you just kick down his face?

Zhang Yiming's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably twice.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, he has dealt with countless investors and entrepreneurs, encountering arrogant and cunning individuals, but he has never met anyone so unpredictable, someone who kills the conversation the moment they open their mouth.

Is this kid really that arrogant, or is he just missing a screw in his head?

But the big shot's mental fortitude is clearly exceptional.

Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing his speechlessness, his expression perfectly controlled.

"President Chen...you're really funny," Zhang Yiming stammered.

"Not bad." Chen Zhi didn't intend to torment the other party any longer and went straight to the point, "President Zhang personally led the team here today, so I'm sure he's not here to catch up with me. What cooperation plans do you have? Just tell me."

Zhang Yiming also abandoned his polite demeanor, leaned forward slightly, and entered a negotiating state.

"Since Mr. Chen is so straightforward, then I'll just say it directly."

Zhang Yiming placed his hands on the table with his arms crossed: "President Chen rejected our proposal to exchange investment for the underlying algorithm license on the phone yesterday. I understand. Deep Space Technology is not short of money right now, so I am here today to talk about ecosystem access and traffic exchange."

His assistant immediately handed over several cooperation proposals and distributed them to Chen Zhi and Pei Ningxue.

"Yinfu Jump currently boasts the largest and most active short video user base in China," Zhang Yiming said, offering his leverage. "Our daily active user data, user behavior logic, and video tagging library are all ready-made gold mines. Moss needs massive amounts of data to evolve, and we happen to have that data."

Zhang Yiming stared at Chen Zhi: "I want all of Yin Fu Dian Dong's products to access Moss's API interface. In exchange, we will open up a portion of our core database to Deep Space Technology and provide extremely high-priority traffic exposure."

Chen Zhi flipped through a couple of pages of the proposal in his hand and casually tossed it onto the table.

It must be said that Zhang Yiming has an extremely sharp eye.

While other automakers are still fighting tooth and nail for a small share of the autonomous driving market, Zhang Yiming has already seen through Moss's terrifying potential in content generation and distribution.

"An open database?" Chen Zhi chuckled. "Mr. Zhang, that's a bit too much. I'm happy to accept the anonymized data, of course. But there's no such thing as a free lunch. What do you want?"

"We need Moss to help us refactor our recommendation algorithm."

Zhang Yiming made no secret of his ambition: "At the same time, we need Deep Space Technology to provide exclusive technical support in video automatic generation, special effects rendering, and intelligent customer service modules."

Chen Zhi turned and glanced at Pei Ningxue.

Pei Ningxue understood immediately, opened the notebook in front of her, and spoke in a cool voice.

"Mr. Zhang, based on the current daily active users of Yin Fu Dian Dong, if the entire system were to be integrated with Moss, the number of API calls per day would be astronomical."

Pei Ningxue looked at Zhang Yiming: "Our current server bandwidth and computing power costs are very high. If we provide exclusive technical support, it means we will have to dedicate a separate computing power line to you."

"That's your problem then." Zhang Yiming was, after all, the helmsman of a behemoth, and he had to consider his own interests.

Chen Zhi touched his chin.

Moss's abilities will be trained using a massive amount of user behavior data, and with this data, Moss's evolution speed will increase exponentially.

"Okay," Chen Zhi decided, "but the specific ratio of traffic exchange and the exposure positions are up to us."

For the next hour or so, the two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war over the details of the cooperation.

Zhang Yiming's team was clearly well-prepared, with all the data and terms clearly listed.

But Pei Ningxue displayed terrifying professionalism, effortlessly using various technical terms, and managed to scrape a thick layer of oil off the dancing notes.

Zhang Yiming looked at Pei Ningxue, a genuine admiration flashing in his eyes.

"President Chen is truly blessed," Zhang Yiming exclaimed. "With such a capable CFO as President Pei assisting him, how could Deep Space Technology not grow big?"

Chen Zhi chuckled and accepted the praise: "That's right, you don't even know who hired you."

Pei Ningxue kicked Chen Zhi hard under the table.

The agreement has been initially finalized; all that remains is for the legal department to work out the details.

Zhang Yiming stood up and extended his hand, saying, "President Chen, it's a pleasure to do business with you."

"It's a pleasure working with you." Chen Zhi shook his hand.

"To celebrate our consensus, how about I treat you to a casual dinner tonight?" Zhang Yiming extended the invitation, appearing very enthusiastic.

Chen Zhigang wanted to find an excuse to refuse, as he planned to go back to his dorm and catch up on his sleep that night.

Zhang Yiming then threw out a sentence.

"Coincidentally, our company is planning to sign a top-tier celebrity to be the first full-line brand ambassador for Musical Notes."

Zhang Yiming said with a smile, "I've made an appointment with their agent for dinner tonight. You should have heard of that big star, President Chen. She's Lin Wanwan, who just won the 'Singer' competition."

Chen Zhi's movements suddenly froze.

The air in the conference room seemed to stand still for a moment.

Pei Ningxue, who was sitting next to her, stopped organizing the documents abruptly.

She slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes staring straight at Chen Zhi.

A faint, ambiguous smile curved at the corners of his lips.

"Oh?"

"Lin Wanwan, President Chen, we absolutely have to go to this dinner party and join in the fun!"