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Chapter 160 This is God's Perspective!

September 10, Beijing.

The air carried the smell of sand and dust, a unique roughness characteristic of spring in the north.

The atmosphere backstage at CCTV's Studio One was even more oppressive than outside.

The kraft paper envelope standing on the display shelf had been there for a full 20 hours.

On Weibo, the topic has already exploded in popularity.

Some say it's just blank paper, others say it's evidence of Lin Che bribing Lee Sedol, and still others say it's a marketing scam by Weiguang Cloud.

Wang Jian huddled in a corner of the lounge, the can of Red Bull in his hand already crumpled.

"Boss."

Wang Jian's voice was weak, as if he had been soaking in water.

"Google just released a statement saying that AlphaGo's distributed version is running at full power. In today's game, as long as Lee Sedol doesn't make any mistakes, it will be very difficult for the machine to win."

He looked at Lin Che, who was resting with his eyes closed.

"What if... I mean, what if the prediction in the envelope is wrong, or that move never happened at all? Our Microlight stock price will be halved when the market opens tomorrow."

Lin Che opened his eyes.

He didn't say anything.

He simply tossed the phone to Wang Jian. The screen displayed real-time download data for the Weiguang app.

It's still rising.

It carries a sense of frenzy before an impending collapse, or a build-up of momentum before an explosion.

"Wang Jian."

Lin Che stood up and straightened his cuffs. The fabric rustled softly as it rubbed together.

Do you know when gamblers are most excited?

Wang Jian shook his head.

"It's not the time to reveal the cards." Lin Che pushed open the door to the lounge, and the spotlight from outside instantly pierced in. "It's the time when everyone thinks he's gone mad."

……

12:30 PM. Live broadcast begins.

The guest seats have been changed today.

Gao Song, who was rendered speechless yesterday, did not come. Instead, a more heavyweight professional 9-dan player, Cao Dayuan, took his place.

Old Master Nie was still in charge, but his expression was very solemn today, and he didn't open the folding fan in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the second game is about to begin."

The host's voice sounded somewhat strained.

Everyone's gaze, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted toward the envelope in the center of the stage.

It's like a ticking time bomb.

Lin Che sat on the outermost side.

He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater with a suit jacket over it, and he looked very relaxed.

So relaxed that it seemed out of place with its surroundings.

"The match begins."

On the big screen, the signal was switched in.

In this game, AlphaGo played black and Lee Sedol played white.

The first hour was uneventful.

It's really boring.

If you don't understand Go, you'll only see the black and white stones mechanically increasing in that 19x19 grid.

There was no fighting, no dragon slaying.

Both sides are laying flooring.

Cao Jiuduan pushed up his glasses, and his previously tense shoulders relaxed.

"It's safe."

Cao, a 9-dan professional Go player, pointed to the Go board positions on the screen, his tone revealing the confidence of a professional player.

"Today's AlphaGo was mediocre. Look at these few moves to extend the side, it's a textbook move, even a bit... rigid. Lee Sedol 9-dan handled it very calmly."

Old Master Nie nodded, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "It seems that machines are ultimately just machines. Yesterday's flash of inspiration was probably just luck. If things continue at this pace, human experience will have a significant advantage as we enter the endgame."

The atmosphere in the studio eased.

The audience began to whisper among themselves. Some even yawned.

There were no miracles.

There were no prophecies.

The envelope stood there all alone, looking like a joke.

Lin Che didn't speak.

He kept staring at the time in the bottom right corner of the screen.

2:40 p.m.

The game has entered the middle stage.

This is a critical point.

From a human perspective, every piece of territory on the chessboard is already claimed.

The so-called "golden corner, silver edge, grass belly" refers to the black and white sides entangled on the third and fourth routes, vying for territory.

"In the current situation, White has a slight advantage."

Cao Jiudan made his judgment. He spoke loudly, seemingly intentionally so that Lin Che next to him could hear.

"As long as Lee Sedol doesn't make a big mistake, this game is won. Mr. Lin, it seems your 'God's-eye view' might be delayed today."

Lin Che ignored him.

He looked at the big screen.

There, the thought time bar representing AlphaGo is flashing.

There was no long deliberation.

It remains the same old, cold-blooded one-minute decision-making time.

Live from Seoul.

Dr. Huang, who was in charge of placing the pieces for AlphaGo, reached out and checked the coordinates on the display screen.

Then, he took a black piece out of the chess box.

The movement paused for a moment.

Only for a moment.

Even the stand-in seemed confused by this move.

But he still fell behind.

"Smack."

The black piece lands on the right side of the board.

At that moment, the Beijing studio fell into a deathly silence.

Two seconds.

Immediately following was a piercing sneer from who-knows-who.

"ha?"

Cao Jiuduan's eyes widened as if he had seen a monkey jump onto the piano.

"This is... a slippage, isn't it?"

On the big screen, the black stone hung alone in the air.

Right side road. Fifth road.

It neither guards the horn nor hangs from it. It stands high above, with nothing below, nothing to rely on.

In Go textbooks, this is called "floating".

This is called "giving territory to the opponent".

"Five shoulder rushes?"

Old Master Nie's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his tone as stern as if he were reprimanding an ignorant apprentice.

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense! What was the intention behind this move? It puts no pressure on White and doesn't even enclose any territory. This is worse than an amateur level 10!"

The laughter in the studio grew louder.

The fear of unknown technology that I had felt earlier vanished at this moment because of this "bad move".

It turns out that AI can also make mistakes.

It turns out that the so-called "micro-light brain" was actually predicting a bug.

"Is this computer frozen?"

"This is hilarious! I could play this game too."

"Lin Che's attempt to show off backfired this time, didn't it?"

The mocking voices came like a tidal wave.

Cao Jiuduan laughed until tears almost came out. He pointed at the envelope and turned to look at Lin Che.

"Mr. Lin, is this what you meant by 'God's perspective'?"

Cao Jiuduan's tone was full of intellectual superiority.

"If this is the move predicted in your envelope, then I can only say that your AI might need to retake its introductory Go course. We professional Go players call this kind of move 'suicide'."

The camera zoomed in on Lin Che's face.

I want to see his reaction.

I want to see him panic.

But in the shot, there was only a calm, almost cold face.

Lin Che looked at the big screen.

Looking at that black stone that everyone was pointing fingers at.

He neither refuted Cao Jiuduan nor paid attention to the jeers around him.

He simply leaned back in his chair slowly, little by little.

That demeanor didn't resemble that of a conman who had been exposed.

It's more like a tyrant sitting in the stands of an arena, watching a beast about to tear the gladiator apart.

"Sending them to their deaths?"

Lin Che repeated the word softly.