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Chapter 86 Supercomputer

Sun Lu raised his handcuffed hands, picked up the photo on the table, and examined it closely.

As we all know, photos cannot be faked.

The photo Mr. Cao pulled out clearly shows Liu Yaozu tightly bound to a wooden stake, his face contorted in a grotesque expression, but those familiar with him could still recognize him at a glance.

But the most important thing is that in the photo, Liu Yaozu's hand is bent at an angle that is impossible for ordinary people to achieve. Anyone with common sense knows that this hand is broken.

A knowing smile gradually appeared on Sun Lu's lips, then his mouth stretched wider and wider until he let out a maniacal laugh, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

Startled again, Zhong Chuxiong turned around, saw Sun Lu's somewhat deranged appearance, pursed his lips, and then turned away again.

"Mr. Cao, is there anything I can do to help you with?" Sun Lu, who seemed to have had enough of laughing, asked Cao Tai with bloodshot eyes and a cold hatred in his voice.

Knowing that the hatred wasn't directed at him, but rather stemmed from his lingering emotions, Cao Tai extended his finger and beckoned.

Realizing what Cao Tai wanted, Sun Lu examined the photo in his hand carefully for a while before reluctantly handing it to Cao Tai.

After taking the photo and pretending to carefully put it back in his pocket, Cao Tai sat up straight and straightened his expression.

"Currently, my business is quite diversified and spread out over a large area. I'm not very good at management, and I don't really trust any professional manager I hire from outside."

After unexpectedly learning about you, a veteran in the industry, I was thinking about whether I could hire you to help me consolidate my businesses.

"Ten years, and now there are still 9 years and 6 months left. I have the will but not the strength." Sun Lu raised his hands, revealing the silver bracelets on his wrists.

"If your son-in-law wasn't overseeing things outside, and new evidence emerged, could you apply for a review of the sentence or conviction?" Cao Tai asked the last question, turning to Attorney Jiang.

"If new evidence emerges, in principle, according to the Criminal Procedure Ordinance and common law principles, an application can be made to the original trial court or a higher court for review of the conviction or sentence," Attorney Jiang gave an affirmative answer.

"How long will it take?"

"If I can get my mentor to handle the appeal to the Department of Justice, the application should be approved quickly, and the court hearing will be scheduled immediately. The process should take no more than a month," said lawyer Jiang Chongji, his face beaming with confidence.

"Mr. Sun, did you understand what Attorney Jiang said?" Cao Tai asked Sun Lu.

"If Mr. Cao can help me clear my name, then I, Sun, will surely repay you handsomely."

"Mr. Sun, have you been feeling unwell lately? Should we apply for medical parole for a period of time? Your son-in-law, Mr. Liu, hasn't been feeling well either. It looks like you might have to bury your child again. Should you take time off to see him off?"

"Is that alright?" Sun Lu asked Attorney Jiang.

"This... should be okay, right?" The young lawyer, still inexperienced, hesitated slightly in his answer.

"Go back and ask your master," Mr. Cao gently patted Attorney Jiang's shoulder.

"After this is done, the contents of the lizard box are mine," Cao Tai said firmly, staring into Sun Lu's eyes.

"How did you know..." Sun Lu's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up.

"Hey, sit down." Zhong Chuxiong, who had already been listening intently, immediately turned around and ordered Sun Lu to sit down, so that he wouldn't do anything that would mislead the prison guards.

"Mr. Chung, please calm down." Cao Tai waved his hand at Chung Chu-hsiung.

Then Zhong Chuxiong gave Sun Lu a warning look before turning away sharply.

"As long as I can personally send him off, the contents of the box are yours, and my company is yours too," Sun Lu decided, regaining his composure.

"Isn't your company heavily indebted right now? What use would I be to you?" Mr. Cao didn't want to add to his burden by bringing in a conglomerate that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Liu Yaozu is an incompetent son-in-law who married my daughter with sweet words. Even if he takes over the company, he doesn't know how to run it. After I get out, even if the company can't return to its former glory, it shouldn't be a problem to recover some of its strength." Sun Lu's face showed strong confidence at this moment.

"Alright, I trust the senior's promise."

Soon, Zhong Chuxiong opened the door to the reception room, allowing the prison guards who were on guard outside to come in and escort Sun Lu back to his cell.

Then he put on a fawning smile and looked at Cao Tai.

He pulled a small wad of thousand-dollar bills from his pocket and stuffed it into Chung Chu-hsiung's hand. Seeing that the other party didn't even count it, he hurriedly put it into his pocket and then patted the outside of his pocket to feel the money in his pocket.

"Mr. Cao, I'll see you both out." The senior correctional officer smiled even more sweetly, his voice as if coated with honey.

"No rush, Mr. Chung," Cao Tai interjected.

"Uh, is there anything else I can help you with, Mr. Cao?" Zhong Chuxiong's face stiffened for a moment, then he put on a smile again.

"I heard that your prison has a computer that can access a huge amount of data from all over the world, is that right?"

"Uh, really?" Zhong Chuxiong looked completely bewildered.

Seeing Zhong Chuxiong like this, Cao Tai was a little unsure whether there was a supercomputer in the prison like in the movies.

At this moment, Attorney Jiang tugged at Cao Tai's sleeve.

Cao Tai turned to look at her: ? ? ?

"Go back first. I should know something about the situation. I'll tell you later," Attorney Jiang whispered in Mr. Cao's ear.

Finally, he instructed Senior Correctional Officer Killer Xiong of the Correctional Services Department to take care of Robinson Crusoe, and also to "take care" of the dinosaur that often caused trouble for Robinson Crusoe.

Then, filled with questions, he and Jiang Chong'er left the prison gates and got into his gray Mercedes 500S in the parking lot.

EL.

The Mercedes-Benz 50OSEL, with its square shape and imposing presence, was seen on Repulse Bay Road with a CT license plate that had been obtained at some expense.

The number 13 has a hidden meaning.

"What were you trying to say?" Mr. Cao gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his eyes fixed on the road.

"My uncle installed the supercomputer in Stanley Prison. He did everything from assembling the machine to installing the artificial intelligence program," Jiang Chong'er dropped a bombshell.

"Hmm," the Mercedes gently swerved its tail, then quickly straightened itself.

At this point, Mr. Cao had both hands on the steering wheel and reduced the speed slightly. "Explain in detail!"

"My second uncle is a computer science professor at the Chinese University of Hong Kong. He only lost the Turing Award in 1975 by one vote. The two scientists who won the Turing Award that year were working on projects related to artificial intelligence."

After losing by one vote, my uncle was depressed for a while and drowned his sorrows in alcohol. At that time, I occasionally heard him complain that the foreign awards discriminated against Chinese people, saying that the two people's research on artificial intelligence was far inferior to his.

Later, several universities wanted to hire him as a professor, but he remained unmoved, only wanting to stay in Hong Kong Island to do research. "In 1975, Attorney Jiang was already a teenager, so he had a vivid memory of what happened to his second uncle at that time."

"What's the situation with that computer in Stanley?"

Two years ago, the Correctional Services Department was going to equip its high-security correctional institutions with advanced computer management systems. The warden of Stanley Prison was a foreigner who was born and raised on Hong Kong Island. He had been my uncle's classmate since secondary school and continued to be my uncle's classmate until university, so he knew my uncle's abilities.

Because of his position as Superintendent of Correctional Services, the task of information technology reform at Stanley Prison was handed over to his uncle.

"Can your uncle help me assemble a new computer now?"

"Uh, I need to go back and ask to find out."

"As soon as possible. If possible, there will be a reward." At this moment, a supercomputer with artificial intelligence might really be of great help.

If a small part of the computer program called "Moss" in the space could be reproduced and some of its cutting-edge technologies obtained, it might be possible to create a super company.

However, we still need to continue to develop cautiously, since our strength is still relatively weak.