The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

When Lin Wanwan left, Chen Zhi escorted her to the hotel lobby.

Su Man's car was already waiting at the door. Lin Wanwan was holding the potted cactus, looking back every few steps.

"Honey, I'll come back to see you next week."

"it is good."

You must miss me.

"think."

"You should think about it every day."

I think about it every day.

Su Man honked the horn twice from inside the car.

Lin Wanwan pouted as she got into the car, the window rolled down, and she was still waving.

Chen Zhi stood at the door and waited until the car turned the corner before turning around.

Alright, Lin Wanwan's situation has come to a satisfactory conclusion.

Next-

Chen Zhi took out his phone and checked the time: 10:30 a.m.

He didn't come home last night, and this morning he even asked someone to help him order flowers for another woman, although he ended up getting robbed of it.

Chen Zhi hailed a taxi and gave the address of Wanliu Academy.

When he drove to the entrance of the residential area, he saw a bread truck parked downstairs in the distance.

The car door was open, and two movers were carrying things toward the elevator.

They were carrying red roses.

Chen Zhi paid the fare and got off the bus. Standing at the entrance of the building, he watched the movers unload flower buckets from the van.

One bucket, two buckets, three buckets...

He counted and found that there were at least twenty more bread buckets left to be unloaded from the bread truck.

"Dude, where are these flowers being delivered?" Chen Zhi stopped a porter.

The mover wiped his sweat: "Top floor, the whole floor belongs to one family, surnamed Pei."

Chen Zhi fell silent.

He took the elevator to the top floor and pressed his fingerprint on the door lock.

"Beep—"

Chen Zhi pressed it again.

"Beep—"

The door lock code has been changed.

Chen Zhi stood at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Who is it?" Pei Ningxue's voice came from inside.

"I."

"who I am?"

"Chen Zhi".

"I don't know him."

"...Mr. Pei, could you please open the door?"

"President Pei is not home. Please call the front desk to make an appointment."

"Pei Ningxue, I was wrong."

There was silence for a few seconds.

The door opened a crack.

Pei Ningxue was wearing a beige loungewear set, her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing fluffy slippers.

She glanced at Chen Zhi from head to toe, then opened the door.

"Come in."

The moment Chen Zhimai stepped inside, he froze.

The living room is full of flowers.

Red roses.

Bouquets of red roses were laid out from the entryway all the way to the floor-to-ceiling windows, on the coffee table, sofa, TV cabinet, dining table, and even on the kitchen counter.

Chen Zhi opened his mouth.

"This is……"

Pei Ningxue walked past him, sat down on the sofa, and crossed her legs.

"The 9,999 red roses you asked me to order this morning."

"Didn't you say you canceled it?"

"It was your order that was canceled." Pei Ningxue picked up the coffee cup on the coffee table and took a sip. "After I intercepted Miss Flower House's inventory, I made another call and had them deliver it all here."

"Since someone wouldn't buy it for me, I had to buy it for myself."

Pei Ningxue put down her coffee cup, her tone indifferent.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses, Ecuadorian variety, air-freighted from Miss Flower Garden, thirty-eight yuan each, you can calculate how much it costs."

"Where did the money come from?"

"Your supplementary card."

"..."

Chen Zhi shut his mouth.

Pei Ningxue leaned back on the sofa, twirling her finger along the rim of her coffee cup.

"What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"

"No." Chen Zhi sat down opposite her. "Whatever makes you happy."

"I'm happy?" Pei Ningxue raised an eyebrow. "I'm home alone with 9,999 flowers. What's there for me to be happy about?"

Chen Zhishi tactfully didn't respond.

Pei Ningxue stared at him for three seconds, then suddenly put her coffee cup on the coffee table.

"Alright, stop standing there and get to the company."

"what?"

"Dai Da-mai started looking for you yesterday afternoon, but your phone was off all night and this morning."

Chen Zhi took out his phone and looked at it.

[Mr. Chen, if you're still alive, please reply to this message. Otherwise, I'll treat it as if you died in the line of duty.]

Chen Zhi quickly replied "Alive" and then stood up.

"I'll head to the office now."

"Okay." Pei Ningxue picked up her tablet and switched to work mode. "When you come back tonight, please remove those empty flower buckets by the door. They're in the way."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

……

It was almost noon when Chen Zhi arrived at the IAPM Center.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, the receptionist saw him and looked at him as if she had seen a savior.

"Mr. Chen, you've finally arrived! Mr. Dai has been waiting in your office all morning!"

Chen Zhi pushed open the office door.

Hearing the door open, Dai Dama suddenly looked up.

"You're still alive?"

"To live."

Dai Dama picked up the tablet on the table, swiped it a few times, and pushed it in front of Chen Zhi.

"Take a look at this."

A short video is displayed on the screen.

The title reads: [In-depth analysis: Is Deep Space Technology's Moss genuine AI or a scam?]

Chen Zhi frowned and clicked on the video.

The video was made by a tech blogger with a relatively small following of around 300,000 followers, but the video has already garnered over 8 million views.

The blogger, wearing glasses, sat in front of a background wall covered with monitors and spoke very quickly.

"Hello everyone, today we're going to talk about one of the hottest companies in the internet world right now—Deep Space Technology."

"This company claims to have independently developed a revolutionary AI system called Moss, and its valuation has exceeded 10 billion US dollars. But what I want to tell you today is that this company is an elaborately packaged capital fraud from beginning to end."

Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair and continued reading.

"First, the founder information of Deep Space Technology is completely opaque. Business registration information shows that the legal representative is a person named Dai Dama, but those in the industry know that he is just a technical head. The real boss behind the scenes has never shown his face. A company valued at tens of billions of US dollars, the boss doesn't dare to show his face? Don't you find that strange?"

Dai Dama muttered under his breath, "I knew I shouldn't have made me the legal representative in the first place..."

Chen Zhi ignored him and continued reading.

"Secondly, Moss's so-called 'underlying algorithm' has not been published in any peer-reviewed academic papers to date. There are no papers, no source code, and no verifiable technical details. All the demos they have shown to the public are likely pre-trained demonstrations of specific scenarios—in other words, cheating."

"Third, and most importantly," the blogger adjusted his glasses, "Deep Space Technology's current revenue is almost zero. It's burning through cash every day to expand. Server costs, labor costs, and computing power costs combined amount to at least hundreds of millions a month. With this rate of cash burn and no sustainable profit model, how is it any different from those P2P platforms that collapsed back then?"

"So my conclusion is that Moss is most likely a bubble inflated by capital, and Deep Space Technology's valuation is seriously overvalued. All investors are playing a game of musical chairs, waiting for the last sucker to come in."

The video ends here.

The comments section has exploded.

"I told you long ago, AI is a scam!"

"Ten billion US dollars? That's hilarious, another Jia Yueting."

"The fact that the boss of Deep Space Technology doesn't dare to show his face means something's fishy!"

"Just wait and see, it's bound to explode within six months."

A few rational voices also emerged: "What's this blogger's background? Could it be a competitor paying for a smear campaign?"

But it was quickly submerged.

Chen Zhi put the tablet back on the table.

When was this video posted?

"It was 8 p.m. last night," Dai Dama said with a headache. "It's been 16 hours now, and the video has over 8 million views, and it's still going up. This morning, Yin Fu Tiao Dong (a video streaming platform) contacted us, saying that someone else had also uploaded this video to their platform, and it's getting a lot of traffic. They asked if we should take action."

"Who pushed them from behind?"

"It's not certain yet." Dai Da-mai shook his head. "But this blogger mainly did digital product reviews before and has never touched AI-related content. Suddenly posting this, and with such targeted content, doesn't seem like it was spontaneous."

Chen Zhi twirled the pen in his hand.

The Montblanc that Pei Ningxue gave me.

"Check out this blogger's information."

"It's already under investigation."

"Also, have the legal department prepare." Chen Zhi stood up and walked to the window. "If they find out there's someone behind this, I want them to pay back the principal and interest."

Dai Dama nodded and walked out with the tablet in his arms.

Chen Zhi sat alone in his office and watched the video again.

After reading it, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Zhang, this is Chen Zhi."

On the other end of the phone came the voice of Zhang Yiming, founder of Yin Fu Tiao Dong.

"Mr. Chen, I was just about to look for you. Did you see that video?"

"I've seen it."

Should we remove the pirated versions from our platform first?

Chen Zhi thought for a moment.

"Don't move yet."

"Um?"

"Let it fly a little longer."