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3 PM.

Nvidia campus.

Huang Renxun arranged a small meeting room.

On the table is a processed training report from OpenAI.

3:10.

The conference room door was pushed open.

A young Chinese man in his thirties walked in.

He was wearing a plaid shirt, his hair was a little messy, and he had a pair of brown glasses perched on his nose.

Lin Qihang first greeted Huang Renxun, then his gaze fell on Chen Mo: "Mr. Huang said that OpenAI wants to talk to me?"

"Sit down and read this first." Chen Mo pushed the report in front of him.

Lin Qihang turned to the first page, his expression relatively calm.

Turning to the third page, the carbon pen at my fingertips had already left marks next to several sets of communication delay data.

By the fifth page, his pace had noticeably slowed down.

"You've crammed all parameter updates into the same communication phase?"

"That's the current situation."

"No wonder it's congested." Lin Qihang chuckled, his pen barely stopping. "The memory allocation logic is also flawed. Sequences of different lengths are all reserved with the maximum space, but most of them don't need to be retained at all. Recalculating directly would actually be cheaper."

"Single-card training can still manage, but when it's put into a cluster of hundreds of GPUs, this kind of foolish waste will be magnified many times over."

He picked up a pen and drew a few simple squares in the blank space.

"Parameter updates can be performed separately."

"When this layer is performing calculations, the layer above begins communicating."

"Then regroup the data according to length to reduce invalid padding."

"If we redesign a few core operators, we can at least increase the utilization rate to 50%."

Huang Renxun sat to the side with his coffee, never saying a word. At NVIDIA, Lin Qihang is one of the very few geniuses who can squeeze every last drop of performance out of the CUDA underlying architecture, hardware instruction set, and distributed compilation.

Chen Mo remained calm, simply stating, "These are only 512 cards. Next year, OpenAI's cluster size will be 8,000 cards, and in the future, it will be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands."

Lin Qihang's pen suddenly stopped.

"What kind of model requires this level of computing power?"

"A versatile docking station capable of multitasking." Chen Mo opened his laptop, and the latest prototype demonstration immediately started playing on the screen.

The same untuned model smoothly completed long text summarization, logical reasoning, and cross-language translation.

Lin Qihang's gaze was fixed on the screen, his brows furrowing slightly: "Multi-model fusion?"

"The same model," Chen Mo reported, listing a series of parameter scales.

Lin Qihang shook his head: "At this scale, the generalization and emergence capabilities at the grassroots level are illogical."

"Therefore, we need a larger scale." Chen Mo closed his laptop. "I need you to be the helmsman of the entire computing system."

Lin Qihang did not agree immediately.

"Nvidia is also working on deep learning. Why should I leave?"

"At Nvidia, you can continue to optimize the world's best GPUs."

Chen Mo looked into his eyes.

"Joining OpenAI means you'll be solving something else."

"How to make 10,000 GPUs work like a single machine."

"If this path is successful, the upper limit that artificial intelligence can reach in the future will depend not only on algorithms and chip manufacturing processes, but also on how vast a world the computing power foundation you have built can support."

Lin Qihang stared intently at Chen Mo: "What if this route is physically impossible?"

"Then find out the reason and start over."

Chen Mo spoke calmly.

"There is no standard answer to exploring general artificial intelligence. If all the engineering paths had already been proven, I wouldn't need to fly all the way from Florida back to the Bay Area to see you."

Lin Qihang looked down at the report filled with annotations, and remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "Why did you choose me?"

"A few months ago, when I left here, I saw you standing in front of the whiteboard arguing with two colleagues."

"You fought for a long time for just 10% more memory bandwidth."

Lin Qihang was stunned for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected Chen Mo to remember such a small thing.

"Most people see 10% and think it's acceptable," Chen Mo continued. "What you're seeing is the performance that hasn't been utilized yet."

"What OpenAI needs is precisely this kind of fanatic who is obsessed with ultimate computing power."

The meeting room fell silent.

Lin Qihang turned to the last page of the report, looked up, and asked, "If I went there, how much technical discretion would I be able to get?"

Huang Renxun took a sip of coffee and sighed inwardly, knowing that his people had already been poached.

"Head of OpenAI Computing Systems"

Chen Mo said.

"Establish independent teams for kernel, compilation, communication, and cluster engineering."

"A budget of $30 million for the first phase."

"The core technology roadmap will be decided jointly by you and Ilya."

"As for compensation," Chen Mo added, "the basic benefits are on par with Nvidia's ceiling, and you will be included in OpenAI's first batch of core option pools."

Lin Qihang took a deep breath, took off his glasses and wiped them, his ambition no longer concealed: "I want to see the real cluster logs first."

"The car is downstairs." Chen Mo stood up.

Huang Renxun gave a helpless bitter smile: "Mr. Chen, you really haven't left me any room for maneuver at all."

"I never gamble on luck to determine my future," Chen Mo said with a smile.

Huang Renxun sighed and turned to Lin Qihang: "Go. After you've read it, follow your heart."

"Whether you stay at Nvidia or go to OpenAI, don't let yourself regret it."

Lin Qihang bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, General Manager Huang."

……

OpenAI headquarters in San Francisco’s Pioneer District.

Lin Qihang didn't even glance at his workstation. After the legal department signed the anonymization agreement, he plunged headfirst into the core computer room.

The screen's pale blue light reflected on his face, displaying the original log of last night's training breakdown.

Elijah and Sam rushed over upon hearing the news.

What started as a discussion of architecture quickly escalated into a heated deductive game within just half an hour.

From memory partitioning to communication overlap, Lin Qihang and Ilya filled the glass plate with equations, and in their excitement, they even grabbed each other's whiteboard markers.

Sam tried several times to steer the conversation back on track, but ultimately wisely retreated to the edge of the server room.

As night deepens, the lights of the bay area stretch out in a line.

At 10:40 p.m., Lin Qihang put down his pen, stretched his stiff knuckles, and turned to look at Chen Mo.

"In three months, I increased the cluster utilization of these 512 cards to over 60%."

"As for the plan of 8,000 cards, the old structure has to be completely overturned. Give me a year, and I will make them completely integrated."

Chen Mo stepped forward and extended his hand: "Is this the final answer?"

"Yes." Lin Qihang grasped his hand, his palm burning hot, his grip firm and steady. "President Chen, please take care of me in the future."

"Welcome aboard."

……

Late at night, San Francisco International Airport.

The Gulfstream G650ER tore through the clouds, climbed straight up to the stratosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and sped toward the vast depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Inside the luxurious cabin, Lu Jingyi had changed out of her formal attire for the meeting and was now wearing only a fitted knit top and loose trousers.

She closed her laptop, raised her arms to stretch her shoulders and neck, revealing her long and voluptuous figure.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair, his admiring gaze undisguised.

Lu Jingyi lowered her hand, caught his gaze, and glared at him irritably: "Following Boss Chen around the clock, crossing oceans, one thing after another, my bones are about to fall apart."

Chen Mo heard the coquettishness in her tone and smiled, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lu."

"Is a simple 'thank you for your hard work' enough to get rid of them?"

"What kind of compensation does Mr. Lu want?"

Lu Jingyi picked up her black tea and seemed to be thinking seriously for a while.

"I heard Mr. Chen offers massages?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow: "Who told you that?"

What do you think?

Lu Jingyi took a small sip of tea.

"That pearl of western province."

Chen Mo's expression stiffened slightly.

"Lin Wanlian told you something like this?"

"There are always some topics among women that Mr. Chen doesn't know about."

A smile was hidden in Lu Jingyi's eyes.

"She said your technique was very professional, and the pressure was just right."

After speaking, she put down her teacup, gracefully turned her back to him, raised her hand and gathered all her slightly curly long hair in front of her right shoulder, revealing her fair and slender nape.

Chen Mo watched her retreating figure and chuckled softly, "Isn't President Lu afraid I'll take advantage of this?"

"You haven't taken enough?"

Lu Jingyi spoke calmly.

Chen Mo chuckled, unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and walked behind her.

Place your hands on your shoulders and apply pressure slowly through the soft knitted fabric.

Lu Jingyi originally just wanted to tease him a bit, but as the soreness in her shoulders and neck gradually eased, her body slowly relaxed.

"Um……"

A soft hum escaped from her lips.

Lu Jingyi's shoulders trembled slightly as she completely relaxed and leaned back.

Chen Mo's technique was calm and rhythmic, with his knuckles extending from the back of his neck to the inside of his shoulder blades.

"How was it? Did you pass?"

"Barely acceptable."

The cabin fell silent briefly.

The deep rumble of the engine was shut out, leaving only the faint sound of the air conditioning blowing air.

A few minutes later, Lu Jingyi opened her eyes and reached out to grasp one of Chen Mo's hands.

That's enough.

She leaned back and nestled into Chen Mo's arms.

Chen Mo wrapped his arms around her slender waist and leaned closer.

Lu Jingyi raised her finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

Don't take advantage of someone in distress.

She leaned against Chen Mo's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and the smile in her eyes gradually softened.

"After we get back to Hong Kong, spend a day with me to rest."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"You just need to set aside the time."

"it is good."

"You agreed so readily?"

Lu Jingyi was clearly suspicious and grabbed his restless hand again.

"I also need to relax."

Chen Mo stopped causing trouble, and Lu Jingyi adjusted her position, finding a comfortable spot in his arms.

"I'll trust you for now."

Chen Mo looked down and smelled the faint fragrance in her hair, and his arms tightened slightly.

"Take a nap."

"It will take more than ten hours to fly back to Hong Kong."

The cabin lights gradually dimmed.

Outside the window, starlight blanketed the vast night sky.