The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Three days after the live broadcast ended, a truly surreal scene unfolded in the corridor on the 20th floor of the IAPM Center.

Dai Dama stood inside the glass door of the office area, looking at the dark mass of people in suits and ties in the corridor.

"Mr. Chen, they're here again."

"Which wave is it?"

"I counted, seventeen groups." Dai Dama swallowed hard. "Sequoia, Hillhouse, SoftBank... and three Wall Street investment banks. The partner at Morgan Stanley has been waiting since yesterday and hasn't left. He said he can wait forever."

"Where does he sleep?"

"The security guard said he slept on the floor in the fire escape."

Chen Zhi finally raised his head.

"A partner who manages hundreds of billions of dollars is sleeping on the floor in our fire escape?"

"It's not just him." Dai Dama took out his phone and scrolled through it. "Hillhouse sent the head of Greater China directly over. Before he even landed, his assistant sent over a blank check."

Dai Dama placed the check in front of Chen Zhi.

The amount field on the check was blank, but the name had already been signed.

A note was attached below:

"Mr. Chen, please fill in the numbers."

Chen Zhi stared at the blank check for two seconds, then chuckled.

"Okay, 2 PM, in the main conference room. Pick a few people from that group outside to come in and sit down."

"Who should we choose?"

"Sequoia Capital and Hillhouse Capital must be there. On Wall Street, Morgan Stanley, Goldman Sachs, and SoftBank are also options. As for the others, let them keep waiting in line."

Dai Da-ma hesitated for a moment. "What about the others?"

Chen Zhi tilted his head.

"Have the receptionist pour them a cup of tea and tell them that Deep Space Technology doesn't lack money, it lacks vision. Those who don't understand this can go home."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon, in the main conference room.

Representatives from five top-tier capital firms sat on either side, each with a due diligence report and a letter of intent for investment, but no one was in a hurry to open them.

Everyone's attention was focused on the white cell phone in the center of the conference table.

Chen Zhi walked in, leaning on his cane, with Dai Dama following behind.

"Everyone, I won't waste any more time on pleasantries." Chen Zhi sat down in the main seat, his cane resting on the table. "You've all flown for over ten hours to get here, not to listen to my pleasantries."

The Managing Director of Morgan Stanley Asia Pacific was the first to speak.

"Mr. Chen, on behalf of Morgan Stanley, we are very optimistic about the development prospects of Deep Space Technology. We are willing to lead the Series B funding round, and regarding valuation—"

"I'll determine the valuation."

Chen Zhi interrupted him.

He paused for a moment and then made a "please" gesture.

"Series B funding, valued at $75 billion."

The representative of Sequoia fir stopped mid-air, holding a teacup.

The Greater China head of Hillhouse Capital glanced at his colleague beside him, and the two of them almost simultaneously gasped.

"Seventy-five billion?" The smile on Morgan Stanley's Asia-Pacific Managing Director's face froze. "Mr. Chen, the pre-Series A valuation was ten billion, and the Series B valuation is five times that?"

"If you think it's too expensive, you don't have to invest."

There are still more than a dozen groups lined up outside.

Chen Zhi glanced around at everyone present, but no one seemed inclined to stand up.

"I know what you're thinking. Between 15 billion and 75 billion, there's a difference of 60 billion US dollars. Why?"

He picked up the engineering machine on the table and shook it.

"With this alone, with Moss's latest large-scale model, there is no rival in the world."

"in addition--"

Chen Zhi put down his phone, his tone changing.

"We do not accept purely financial investments in Series B funding."

Several capital representatives looked at each other.

"What do you mean?" asked the person from Hillhouse Capital.

"It means that just giving money isn't enough. You have to tell me what resources you can bring in." Chen Zhi counted on his fingers, "The ability to secure top-tier global supply chains, the establishment of distribution channels in overseas markets, and—underwriting qualifications for US stock IPOs."

"Each of you, every single one of you, only those who meet at least two of these three criteria are qualified to continue sitting and chatting. Those who don't, let's just consider today as a cup of tea and a reunion."

The atmosphere in the meeting room became subtle.

None of the five capital representatives stood up and left.

The Morgan Stanley representative was the first to speak, saying, "Morgan Stanley's strength in US IPO underwriting is self-evident. Our industrial investment department can also connect us with suppliers in the supply chain area."

Sequoia Capital followed suit, stating, "We already have established distribution networks in Southeast Asia and India, and we have been deeply involved in the overseas expansion of companies like ByteDance and SHEIN."

After listening, Chen Zhi nodded noncommittally.

"We'll have Dai Dama coordinate with your people after this."

He looked at Dai Dama.

"Please ask the rest of you to leave. The five of you here are enough to handle the rest."

Dai Dama understood and turned to leave to clear the area.

After the door closed, Chen Zhi sat down a little further forward and placed his hands on the table with his arms crossed.

"What I'm about to say, if anyone leaves even a single word of it after we leave this door, I guarantee you'll never get another deal on Wall Street."

All five people sat up straight at the same time.

"Deep Space Technology's next core strategy is to conduct a deep share swap with Nvidia."

"Share swap? You mean...?"

"Yes." Chen Zhi stood up with his cane, limped to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, drew two circles, wrote "Deep Space" on one and "NVIDIA" on the other.

"Moss's evolution requires massive computing power, and currently, Nvidia is the only company in the world that can provide top-tier AI computing power."

He drew a line between the two circles.

"I want to sign a computing power procurement contract worth hundreds of billions, binding Nvidia's production capacity for the next three years. In exchange, Deep Space and Nvidia will hold shares in each other."

"What does this mean?"

Chen Zhi turned around.

"This means that for every percentage point increase in Nvidia's stock price, Deep Space's assets will also increase. Conversely, for every new product Deep Space launches, Nvidia's stock price will also benefit."

"The valuations of the two companies are mutually reinforcing each other, pushing each other up to the sky."

The Morgan Stanley representative opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to squeeze out only two words.

"That's insane."

"Crazy?" Chen Zhi put down his marker. "Nvidia's market value is almost two trillion US dollars now. Once Deep Space Technology is tied to it, do you still think a valuation of 75 billion in its Series B round is expensive?"

Nobody thinks it's expensive anymore.

In fact, if this matter can actually be implemented, 75 billion might actually be too cheap.

……

After the meeting, the representatives of the five companies filed out, their gait slightly unsteady.

Dai Dama closed the door and walked back.

"Mr. Chen, are you really planning to do a share swap with Nvidia? This isn't something that can be settled with just a few words."

Chen Zhi calculated the days.

It's only been a little over a month since I made the bet with Pei Ningxue.

Once the $75 billion valuation in the Series B round is finalized, coupled with the anticipated share swap with Nvidia and a US IPO...

A hundred billion US dollars, easily within reach.

He locked the screen, his smile smug and slightly irritating.

"Old Dai."

"what?"

"If I took this valuation report to Peking University and slapped it in someone's face, what would their expression be?"

Dai Dama sighed silently as he looked at his boss's irritating expression.

"Mr. Chen, your leg isn't healed yet."

……

Chen Zhixian went back to Peking University.

For no other reason than that Pei Ningxue bought him all the business-style clothes for Wanliu Academy, and wearing them to school would be too conspicuous.

He needs to go back to room 404 to get a decent new outfit.

Chen Zhi pushed open the door to room 404.

All three roommates looked up at the same time.

Then they all froze in shock.

Guo Yang dropped the potato chips he was holding onto the keyboard.

Li Zicong was applying a face mask, which was half-applied and hung on his cheek like a small flag.

Zhang Tianyang pushed his laptop back as if afraid the game page on the screen might offend the Buddha.

"What are you doing?" Chen Zhi was confused by the three people's reaction. "What are you looking at? It's not like you haven't seen me before."

"Brother—" Guo Yang was the first to react, jumping up from his chair and wiping the potato chips that had fallen on the keyboard into the trash can.

"Why are you back?"

"Come back and change your clothes, what's wrong?"

"That's not what I meant." Guo Yang rubbed his hands, his face full of unease. "It's just... aren't you now... someone worth over 70 billion US dollars?"

Chen Zhi was taken aback. "The news spread so fast?"

"It's not just that it spreads fast." Li Zicong ripped off his face mask. "Your live stream is all over the internet! My mom is asking me if you're really my roommate and telling me I absolutely have to get along with you."

"My dad's the same," Zhang Tianyang said half-jokingly. "He told me to work at your company after I graduate."

Chen Zhi laughed, plopped down on his stool, and leaned his cane against the headboard.

"Sure, the three of you can come work at my company from now on, and you can choose any workstation you like."

"Really?"

"That's fake." Chen Zhi rolled his eyes. "My company is short of talent, not people who come to freeload off the air conditioning."

Guo Yang wasn't annoyed at all, and happily ran over to pour Chen Zhi a glass of water.

When Chen Zhi took the cup, he noticed obvious drag marks on the dormitory floor, while the table was wiped clean.

"You three...did you clean up?"

The three of them were silent for a second.

Guo Yang was the first to betray them.

"Li Zicong said that you are now worth hundreds of billions. If you suddenly decide to come back and live here, and see how dirty the dormitory is, will you expel us from school?"

Li Zicong blushed. "I said be mindful of your image! Who said you were expelled!"

Chen Zhi was thoroughly amused by these lively characters.

After changing his clothes, Chen Zhi leaned on his crutches and prepared to go out.

"Where are you going?" Guo Yang chased after him to the door.

"Something came up."

"Should we go find that... Pei Ningxue? The one from Guanghua?" Guo Yang lowered his voice, looking sly.

Chen Zhi glanced back at him. "Don't ask so many questions."

"Hehe, I knew it." Guo Yang winked at Li Zicong and Zhang Tianyang, "Haven't you noticed? Every time our CEO Chen comes back to change clothes, nine times out of ten he's going to find a woman."

Chen Zhi ignored him, tapped his cane, and walked away without looking back.

……

Guanghua School of Management

Chen Zhi searched the corridor, but Pei Ningxue was nowhere to be found in the classroom.

I asked two students who were passing by, but neither of them had seen her recently.

Without hesitation, Chen Zhi turned and headed straight for the Academic Affairs Office.

The moment I pushed open the door, I saw Teacher Zhang sitting behind her desk, head down, organizing files.

Hearing the door open, Teacher Zhang habitually looked up—

Then, as if he had been electrocuted, he sprang up from the chair.

"you!"

Teacher Zhang pointed at Chen Zhi.

"You...you...you're here again!"

Chen Zhi was bewildered by this reaction. "Teacher Zhang, I just came to ask you something—"

"Don't come any closer!" Teacher Zhang took a step back, bumping into the filing cabinet behind her. "Stand there and don't move! Say what you have to say right there!"

Chen Zhi looked down at himself, then at his cane, and finally realized what was happening.

Teacher Zhang probably left behind some unpleasant memories.

"Teacher Zhang, please relax." Chen Zhi raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless. "I'm not going to jump out the window today, I just want to ask you something."

Teacher Zhang gripped the edge of the filing cabinet tightly, refusing to let go.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Has Pei Ningxue been attending classes recently?"

Teacher Zhang gave Chen Zhi a wary look, and only after confirming that he had no intention of approaching the window did she slowly move back to the computer and tap a few keys on the keyboard with trembling hands.

A record popped up on the screen.

Teacher Zhang glanced at it and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Student Pei Ningxue has requested a long leave of absence, stating that she needs to go home to recuperate. The leave slip has the counselor's signature, and all the procedures are in order."

Chen Zhi's smile froze.

"You've taken a long leave?"

"Yes," Teacher Zhang added cautiously, "the person is no longer at school."

Chen Zhi stood there without saying a word.

We agreed not to run away.

The bet is still in effect.

"Damn it." Chen Zhi turned and left, gritting his teeth. "You want to go back on your word?"

Upon hearing this, Teacher Zhang, who was behind him, shuddered again and quickly peeked out to make sure that the man had entered through the door and not the window.

……

Twenty minutes later, on the 20th floor of the IAPM Center.

Chen Zhi plopped down in the boss's chair and picked up the internal phone.

"Old Dai, come here for a second."

When Dai Dama pushed the door open and saw Chen Zhi's expression, he knew something was wrong.

"What happened? Is there a problem at Peking University?"

"Pei Ningxue ran away."

"It ran away?" Dai Da-mai was taken aback. "Where did it go?"

"I don't know. She took a long leave and said she was going home to recuperate." Chen Zhi leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "Could you check the company's intranet access logs for me and see if she's logged in recently?"

Dai Da-mai didn't ask any more questions, turned around and went back to his workstation to check the logs.

Five minutes later, he returned with a printed copy of the record, his expression somewhat strange.

"We found out. She did indeed transfer the management authority of the CFO, you know that."

"but--"

Dai Dama placed the record in front of Chen Zhi.

"She also has a hidden read-only account with no operational permissions; she can only view."

Chen Zhi looked down.

Access time: 1:17 AM.

Access time: 2:03 AM.

Access time: 0:48 AM.

Access time: 1:55 AM.

For seven consecutive days, every night at midnight, I logged in with the same account and viewed the same type of content.

Deep Space Technology's financial statements and Series B financing progress.

Chen Zhi looked at the row of timestamps from the early morning, leaned back in his chair, and laughed out loud.

"She says no, but her actions tell a different story." Chen Zhi folded the record and stuffed it into his shirt pocket. "Where's her IP address?"

Dai Dama turned to the last page.

Sanya.

……

Sanya, Haitang Bay.

Pei Ningxue walked barefoot on the villa floor, wearing a mint green silk slip dress, her hair casually draped over her shoulders.

The sea is right outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light across her collarbone.

She was lounging on the sofa, holding her phone, when she came across a notification:

"[Breaking News] Deep Space Technology's Series B funding round values ​​the company at $750 billion, with several top Wall Street investment banks vying for a share."

Pei Ningxue stared at the news for a while.

75 billion.

How long has it been since she relinquished her CFO authority? A month?

That bastard.

Pei Ningxue exited the news page, opened her mobile browser, and entered the internal network address.

The draft for the Series B financing is already in the system.

She scrolled down the list one by one.

As he flipped through the pages, his brows furrowed.

"The valuation protection clause is too lenient..."

She suddenly slammed her phone face down on the sofa halfway through her sentence.

What does this have to do with me?

I'm no longer his CFO.

Pei Ningxue buried her face in the cushion and let out a muffled groan.

Luckily, I ran fast.

If I stay any longer, I'll really be controlled by that scumbag for the rest of my life.

She turned over, her wrist accidentally brushing against the sofa armrest.

My wrist feels empty.

She left the pair of red rope safety buckles in the guest room of the Chen family's house in Jiangcheng.

Pei Ningxue stared at her bare wrist for a few seconds.

Then he grabbed the blanket and wrapped himself up in it, head and all.