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The dinner party lasted until after 10 p.m.

With the official confirmation of Creation 2, many employees released their pent-up emotions tonight.

Several fund managers, who usually wear suits and ties and only talk about numbers, drank until the end, and even pulled their legal team to sing old Cantonese songs.

Chen Mo instructed the administration to arrange vehicles to ensure that every employee who had been drinking would be sent home.

He then left the hotel with Lu Jingyi.

After the executives left, the noise in the banquet hall intensified.

The black convoy slowly drove out of Central, and the dazzling skyscrapers on both sides of Victoria Harbour formed a sea of ​​light, reflected on the shimmering dark water.

Chen Mo leaned back in the soft leather seat in the back and raised his hand to rub his temples.

There were many people offering toasts tonight, but he only took a few sips. He wasn't very drunk, but he was able to relax for once.

Lu Jingyi sat beside him, her fingertips swiping rapidly across the encrypted phone screen.

Once the investment target of tens of billions was finalized, the revised letter of intent had to be distributed to 57 top institutional investors worldwide within 24 hours.

"Mr. Lu, let's do it tomorrow."

Lu Jingyi didn't look up immediately. She deftly tapped send, turned off the screen, and closed her phone before turning to look at him: "If you have something on your mind, you won't be able to sleep peacefully. Why not just get rid of it all at once?"

Then, a faint smile appeared on her face as she looked at him: "Business is done, now it's time to settle some personal scores with you."

Chen Mo understood immediately.

After leaving the Lu family's old residence, she had planned to question Moyan Financial about its origins.

Now that the two have returned to Hong Kong, they are finally alone.

"What do you want to ask?"

Chen Mo did not pretend to be confused.

"Does Su Qingyan know about Moyan Financial?"

"understood."

Lu Jingyi's eyes flickered slightly.

When did you tell her?

"Before coming to Hong Kong."

Chen Mo watched the lights outside the window rushing past.

"I showed her the draft architecture of Huake Bank, Haiyue Securities, and the Future Financial Platform."

"I also told her the origin of the name Moyan."

Lu Jingyi remained silent for a few seconds.

"and then?"

"I hope she can systematically study finance."

"Start with courses, a second major, and internships."

Chen Mo did not hide the most important part.

"If she becomes capable enough in the future, I want her to take charge of Moyan Financial Holdings."

The air inside the carriage quieted down.

Wei Shan, sitting in the passenger seat, kept his eyes straight ahead.

The communication channel between vehicles has been switched to the security line, and the soundproof partitions in the front and rear rows have been raised when getting in the car.

"She agreed?"

"I promise to learn from the beginning."

"I haven't been fooled by you." Lu Jingyi said calmly. "If she only sees the name and the shares, and doesn't see the constraints of capital, the responsibilities of risk, and the boundaries of regulation, even if you give her the entire group, it will only harm her."

Chen Mo said gently, "Qingyan has set her own rules: I am not allowed to cover for her in official matters, and I am not allowed to let my subordinates make exceptions for her because of personal feelings."

Lu Jingyi raised her eyebrows slightly: "He seems more clear-headed than I thought."

"She has always been intelligent and restrained."

Lu Jingyi's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger in them: "Praising another woman like this in front of me, is that so easy for you?"

Chen Mo turned his head to the side: "Just stating the facts."

"That's all he says," Lu Jingyi scoffed. "He just put Moyan Financial on the table right in front of my parents, without even letting me know beforehand."

She didn't care about Su Qingyan's existence, and she disdained to steal a company's empty title.

What bothered her was that Chen Mo didn't tell her right away.

"This time it was my fault," Chen Mo said without arguing. "In the future, I'll tell you first about things like this."

"Not all trivial matters," Lu Jingyi corrected. "I don't have the time to check your schedule, and I'm too lazy to interfere in your private life. But as long as a decision affects the long-term balance between Chuangsheng, the Lu family, or us, I must have the first right to know."

"it is good."

Chen Mo agreed.

Lu Jingyi stared at him: "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

"have."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Qingyan has a silent beauty."

Chen Mo reached out and grasped her slightly cool fingers.

"What does Jingyi want?"

Lu Jingyi didn't answer, but instead asked, "What are you going to give me?"

After thinking for a moment, Chen Mo said, "I cannot give Creation to you. Because Creation's success today is partly due to your efforts."

Lu Jingyi's eyes flickered slightly.

Chen Mo continued, "I can propose the direction, and I can provide the funding. But without you, Chuangsheng would not have achieved what it has today."

Chen Mo looked at her.

"Qingyan needs a path to me."

"And you are already standing beside me."

The car lights kept flashing across Lu Jingyi's bright face.

Lu Jingyi was not an ordinary woman who would be easily moved by sweet words, but Chen Mo's words accurately struck the most proud and softest corner of her heart.

She doesn't lack a company, nor does she need Chen Mo to give her a fortune.

What she wanted was for this man to truly see all her efforts, to recognize them, especially Chen Mo's recognition.

"Barely passing." Lu Jingyi grasped his hand in return, a smile playing on her lips. "The rest of the marks will depend on your performance later on."

Chen Mo chuckled: "Jingyi's evaluation standards are too harsh."

"Otherwise, how can we control Chairman Chen?"

The convoy drove into the underground parking garage of The Central Plaza.

The two returned to their top-floor apartment.

Lu Jingyi put down the documents and changed out of the suit she wore during the day.

When she came out again, she was wearing only a loose black cashmere sweater and beige trousers. Her waterfall-like black hair fell casually down, and all the sharpness she had shown in the workplace was gone, revealing a charming languor.

Chen Mo was in the living room reviewing the flight schedule for the next day.

The Gulfstream G650ER will depart from Hong Kong at 8:00 AM and fly directly to San Francisco.

Because the plane crossed the International Date Line, it took more than twelve hours to arrive at the local time in the early morning of December 20th.

The OpenAI core team will schedule the formal meeting for that afternoon.

That evening, Chen Mo and Lu Jingyi were to fly to Florida.

The launch of Falcon 9, carrying eleven communication satellites, is scheduled for the evening of December 21.

SpaceX has reserved seats for the two to observe the event.

Lu Jingyi walked behind the sofa and looked down at the schedule.

"The meeting will be in twelve hours, and we'll fly to Florida that night."

"No more documents tonight, get some rest."

She took the tablet from Chen Mo's hand.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Mo grabbed her soft wrist with his other hand and pulled it slightly.

Lu Jingyi lost her balance and fell into his arms with a soft cry.

The distance between the two instantly closed.

A faint, delicate fragrance of cedar mingled with the lingering, slightly intoxicating aroma of alcohol, wafting towards you with each warm breath.

"Didn't you say you wanted to rest?"

"This is also a form of rest."

Chen Mo lowered his head and kissed those delicate lips.

Lu Jingyi paused for only half a second before obediently raising her hand to wrap around his neck.

Many unspoken emotions slowly blended together at this moment.

After a long while, Lu Jingyi, slightly out of breath, gently pushed away his chest, her cheeks flushed with a charming blush: "We have to fly to the Pacific Ocean early tomorrow morning."

"Um."

"So that's all for tonight."

Chen Mo looked at her helplessly: "Is this the end again?"

"The emotional debts haven't been settled yet."

Lu Jingyi stood up gracefully, a sly glint in her eyes. "Getting a passing grade tonight is already an extraordinary favor."

……

December 20th, 8:00 AM.

Like a silver blade, the Gulfstream G650ER pierced through the morning mist of Hong Kong, roaring into the stratosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

After the aircraft climbed to cruising altitude, the cabin lighting was gradually dimmed.

Lu Jingyi flipped through her investment memo for half an hour before putting on an eye mask and falling into a deep sleep. Chen Mo leaned against the porthole, looking down at the vast sea of ​​clouds below.

In this era, after commercial rockets complete their missions, their expensive first-stage boosters mostly end up crashing into the ocean.

Once reusability is achieved, the entire aerospace industry's perception of cost will be rewritten.

He has acquired 40% of Blue Arrow Aerospace's shares through Star Industry Investment.

However, an investment can only provide Blue Arrow with the funds to continue its journey.

How to choose the propulsion system, how to establish the testing system, and where to find talent who truly understand commercial spaceflight still require a comprehensive plan.

..........

After more than twelve hours of flight.

A Gulfstream G650ER flew through the morning mist over San Francisco Bay and landed at a private airport.

Because it crosses the International Date Line, the local time is still the early morning of December 20th.

The Creation USA team had already completed the entry, vehicle, and hotel arrangements in advance.

Chen Mo and Lu Jingyi rested at the hotel for a few hours first.

1:30 PM.

The convoy arrived in downtown San Francisco, at OpenAI's office.

The main decorations here consist of exposed pipes, rows of whiteboards, and constantly running servers.

Pushing open the door to the first-floor conference room, one finds a long table already filled with faces that would one day reshape the landscape of human technology.

Sam, Musk.

And the chief scientist, Ilya Sutskevi, who was always looking down at the research report.

He studied under Jeffrey Hinton, the "father of deep learning," and participated in the development of AlexNet. He also worked at Google Brain and is one of the world's leading neural network researchers.

Ilya played a crucial role in enabling OpenAI to quickly assemble its first batch of core researchers and transform the technical directions proposed by Chen Mo into practical models.

By the window, Yang Zhilin, who had just entered the Carnegie Mellon cooperation project, and Liang Wenfeng, who had come from a red-eye flight from China, stood up at the same time to greet each other.

"Just look at the things directly."

Sam turned on the home screen, skipping all formalities.

The screen displays a long article that has never been used in the training database.

The model completed a structured summary within tens of seconds, then seamlessly switched to French and answered several logically tricky contextual details as required.

Subsequently, the same network was directly connected to three video games with completely different rules, demonstrating amazing cross-task adaptability.

"These are not three dedicated models."

Ilya pushed up his glasses, his gaze burning: "Large-scale unlabeled self-supervised pre-training, using only one-tenth of the fine-tuning data from the past, has broken through seven first places in the public benchmark."

He paused, then dropped the most devastating statement: "Based on the confidential progress I had before leaving Google, Google Brain does not yet have a prototype that has reached this stage of completion."

The room was completely silent.