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When we left Nvidia, it was still early, and the convoy drove along the roads of Silicon Valley toward San Francisco.

Lu Jingyi sat in the back row, still holding the meeting minutes from earlier.

SpaceX.

Nvidia.

After the two meetings, she had a vague idea of ​​the true outline of Chen Mo's trip to the United States.

It's not simply buying equity, nor is it typical global asset allocation.

Rockets are the entrance to orbit.

GPU is the foundation of computing power.

What's the next stop?

YC.

Ultraman SAM? I've never heard of him before?

Lu Jingyi looked up at Chen Mo.

"Why are you looking for this SAM?"

Chen Mo was looking at a thin document.

In the photo in the document, the young man has a thin face and bright eyes, with the keenness unique to Silicon Valley entrepreneurs.

"For the organization."

"organize?"

"Technology requires talent." Chen Mo closed the document. "The most advanced technologies of the future will not rely solely on money, nor solely on a single genius."

"It requires putting a group of smart, paranoid, and gambler-like people at one table."

Lu Jingyi seemed to be deep in thought.

"So Musk represents influence, Nvidia represents computing power, and SAM represents organizational capabilities?"

"almost."

Chen Mo looked out the car window; the sunlight of Silicon Valley fell on the low-rise buildings along the roadside.

It doesn't look grand; it's even a bit ordinary.

But in the next twenty years, many things that will change the world will emerge from these unassuming rooms.

……

7 PM.

A very quiet restaurant in San Francisco.

Wooden tabletop, warm yellow lighting.

Several paintings by local artists hung on the wall, and there was an old-fashioned record player in the corner.

Sam arrived right on time. He was wearing a simple dark coat. After entering the room, he glanced around at the surroundings before looking at Chen Mo.

There were no unnecessary pleasantries.

"Mr. Chen."

"Sam".

The two shook hands.

After sitting down, he glanced at Lu Jingyi, then looked at Chen Mo.

"I heard you met with Musk and Mr. Huang."

"The news spread very quickly."

"There are no real secrets in Silicon Valley."

Sam smiled.

"Especially when an 18-year-old Chinese investor comes here with billions of dollars."

Lu Jingyi picked up her water glass but didn't say anything.

She could sense that Sam's tone was more of a curiosity.

Chen Mo smiled as well.

"Then you should have heard that I'm not here for tourism."

Sam leaned forward slightly: "What do you want from YC?"

"Not YC."

Chen Mo looked at him.

"It's you."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Me? It sounds like you're not here to invest in startups."

"no."

"So what do you want to do?"

Chen Mo said, "AI."

There was a moment of silence around the dining table.

Sam's expression softened slightly.

"Artificial intelligence?"

"right."

"This word is being used too casually by many people now."

Sam said.

"Many companies label themselves as AI simply to raise funds."

"I don't care about those things," Chen Mo continued. "I'm talking about the longer term."

"A sufficiently powerful model, enough data, enough computing power, and an organization that can continuously attract top researchers."

Sam's expression changed, and he sat up straight: "Do you think now is the right time?"

"It's still early," Chen Mo said, "but we can't wait until everyone has seen it before we start."

"Once the giants truly realize the strategic significance of AI, their access to talent, computing power, and data will be locked down."

Sam tapped his finger lightly on the table.

Are you worried about Google?

"Google, Facebook, Amazon, Microsoft."

Chen Mo paused.

"And all companies that will have data and cloud computing capabilities in the future."

Sam remained silent for a few seconds.

"If AI is really as important as you say, why should it be driven by capital?"

This is a very pointed question.

Lu Jingyi looked at Chen Mo quietly.

Chen Mo, however, seemed to have been waiting for this question.

"Because ideals require servers."

Sam paused for a moment.

Chen Mo continued, "Top researchers need freedom."

"But freedom doesn't mean not having to eat."

"Model training requires GPUs, data centers, and long-term funding. Without sufficient resources, so-called open research will only amount to a few papers and a few presentations."

Sam is listening attentively.

"So you want to start an AI company?"

"To be more precise, it's an open AI lab."

Chen Mo said.

"It shouldn't have been swallowed up by a tech giant in the first place. It shouldn't have served only GG, recommendations, or games."

"Its goal should be bigger: general artificial intelligence."

Sam's eyes lit up completely when he said those words.

He felt as if the thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time had suddenly been called out by name.

Do you know what this means?

"Know."

"It could take ten, twenty years, or even longer."

"Can."

"It may burn through a lot of money and have no commercial results in the short term."

"I'll make the first payment."

Sam stared at him.

"How many?"

"One hundred million US dollars."

Lu Jingyi paused slightly, knowing that Chen Mo would throw the ball.

But to my surprise, he asked for one hundred million US dollars. This is not an investment in an ordinary startup project. This is real money being poured into a future that is still very vague at the moment.

Sam also fell silent.

Inside the restaurant, a waiter walked by carrying a tray.

What do you want?

Sam asked.

"structure."

Chen Mo said, "We will keep the research side open to attract the best people."

"The commercial entity is responsible for computing power, productization, and long-term funding."

"Creative Venture will invest US$100 million to acquire 70% of the equity in the commercialization entity."

Sam frowned.

"70% is too heavy."

"Money is also a heavy burden." Chen Mo did not back down. "I will not interfere with the research direction, nor will I allow this company to become a tool for creation."

"But I must ensure its survival."

Sam looked at him.

"If one day openness and security clash, who will decide?"

Chen Mo paused for a moment.

"That day will come sooner than we think."

Sam's fingertips stopped, and those words made his heart sink slightly.

It wasn't because of pessimism, but because Chen Mo had clearly thought about this issue.

Sam suddenly said, "I need someone else to participate."

Chen Mo looked at him: "Who?"

"Musk".

Sam said, "He is worried that AI will be controlled by a few giants, and also have enough influence to attract a group of crazy engineers."

Chen Mo smiled.

"I've just met him."

Sam smiled too.

"Then call him here."

……

Musk arrived close to 9 p.m.

He had clearly just come from an engineering conference.

She wore a black T-shirt under a jacket, her hair was messier than during the day, and she was holding a phone, replying to messages when she came in.

"I heard you guys were talking about AI."

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

"If this is just another startup story about using AI to scam money, I can only stay for ten minutes."

Sam looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo pushed the paper he had just received to Musk.

Musk looked up after reading it.

"You want to compete with Google?"

"Not a competing search engine."

Chen Mo said, "It's to prevent the most powerful intelligent systems of the future from being controlled by only a few companies."

Musk stared at him, and those words struck him.

"DeepMind is now in Google's hands."

Sam added, "That's what I'm worried about too."

"If the best AI research ultimately ends up in the hands of tech giants, openness will become just a slogan."

Musk leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

"How much are you offering?"

Chen Mo: "The first transaction is one hundred million US dollars."

Musk looked at Sam.

Sam nodded: "He is indeed rich."

Musk looked at Chen Mo again.

"You want to take control?"

"70% of the business is commercialized."

Musk frowned: "This doesn't sound open."

"Research mission open."

Chen Mo said calmly.

"Funding and computing power cannot be opened up to the point where no one is responsible."

"If everyone can just shout slogans, in the end no one will pay the server bills."

Sam chuckled softly upon hearing this.

Musk laughed too.

"Ideally, a server is needed?"

"right."

"That's a good statement."

Musk picked up a pen and wrote a few words on a piece of paper.

AI safety.

Open research.

Non-Google.

Chen Mo took the pen and wrote a word on the paper.

OpenAI.

"How's this name?"

Sam's eyes lit up when he saw those words.

"OpenAI".

This time, it appeared on this table ahead of schedule, six months earlier than expected.

Lu Jingyi sat beside her, suddenly feeling a subtle sense of disorientation.

These three men sat around a small dining table, and in just a few words, they were about to launch an organization that could potentially change the future technological order.

At that moment, she truly felt for the first time what Chen Mo meant by "going to see the future."

Musk put down his pen: "I can provide influence. I can help find people, but I don't want it to end up as some kind of capital game."

Chen Mo nodded: "I don't want to either."

Sam said, "I can take charge of organizing and driving it."

"But the team needs to be careful. We need truly top-notch researchers, not just people who can talk about concepts."

"Creation is responsible for the initial funding and computing resources."

Chen Mo said.

"I will push for cooperation with Nvidia."

Musk glanced at him.

"You're very quick."

Time waits for no one.

Sam took the paper and wrote a line of small print below OpenAI.

Open, long-term, and safe.

After he finished writing, he paused for a long time.

"Let's begin then."

There was no applause, no ceremony, not even a formal contract.

There was only a piece of paper, a pen, and a verbal promise from three people.

But Lu Jingyi knew that many things that truly change the world often start this way.

Simple, casual, even like a joke.

Many years later, people will look back and search for that night.

Looking for that piece of paper.

Searching for the moment when that name was first written down.

……

It was nearly midnight when we returned to the mansion.

Lu Jingyi didn't say much in the car.

She didn't put down her bag and look at Chen Mo until she entered the living room.

"Xiao Mo".

"Um?"

"I understand you less and less."

Chen Mo raised his hand and gently tapped Lu Jingyi's forehead. Just as he was about to speak, his phone vibrated.

Lu Jingyi gave him a reproachful look, gesturing for him to answer the phone first.

Lin Wan.

Chen Mo answered the call.

Lin Wan's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Chen, Shen Zhennan has arrived in Jiangcheng."

Chen Mo paused slightly.

"Shen Zhennan of East China Mining?"

"right."

"He sent a message through Secretary Zhou, saying he wants to meet you."

The living room fell silent.

He glanced at Lu Jingyi.

"I'll be back in Jiangcheng in three days. If he's still there, we can meet."