Chapter 142: To Mars, Sack Full Of Money!
In the coffee shop, Ma Wei stared blankly at the woman in front of him, dressed in a one-piece dress with a voluptuous figure.
“Had enough of looking?”
Hiller didn’t mind his gaze; it was just looking, wouldn’t cost a piece of flesh.
Ma Wei’s face immediately turned embarrassed, scenes of their past moments together flashing nonstop in his mind.
“Speak up, what do you want calling me out here? This is the last time I’ll see you.”
From the other party’s eyes and facial expression, Hiller easily guessed what was on his mind, a flash of disgust crossing her face.
She could tolerate yearning for beautiful things, but not associations that defiled her.
A contradictory woman.
Ma Wei gulped down a mouthful of the bitter coffee in front of him, coming back to his senses.
No matter what, under Hiller’s methods, his money was forever impossible to get back.
“Don’t worry, I have no other ideas, everything is my own”
He didn’t finish his words and quickly shut his mouth; now wasn’t the time for sentiment.
“It’s like this, I want you to help me buy a ticket to Mars.”
Hearing this, Hiller was surprised.
She knew about the Mars Project, and she had personally seen that unrealistically huge ore.
It was simply unbelievable that such a beautiful diamond existed in the world.
However, for President Mark’s grand Mars colonization, she still wouldn’t buy it.
These were just choices for desperate people on Blue Star.
Even from the information she had access to in the upper circles, this Mars immigration didn’t seem so simple.
South Island and Little Japan were simultaneously isolated by the world’s two major forces.
This isolation was comprehensive, from economy to politics, even completely thorough isolation militarily.
In this situation, the economies of these two regions collapsed instantly without external market support.
Overinflated stock prices crashed accordingly, countless people heading to rooftops.
And she, using the funds ‘scammed’ from Ma Wei, made a fortune in this process alongside countless capital giants.
After calming down, she found this to be a highly abnormal phenomenon.
Because not long ago, Spitz Company massively recruited elites from various industries in South Island and Little Japan who could no longer survive due to company bankruptcy into the immigration list.
Throughout the process, Great Xia made no moves whatsoever.
She didn’t know what was off, even called Jin Qiaoying to ask, but got no substantial effective information from her.
Just a simple sentence: ‘Don’t get ideas about things you shouldn’t participate in.’
“Is it possible? Just 1 million is enough, it’s nothing to you, I have no other demands, and I can promise you I won’t entangle you anymore.”
Seeing her not speaking, Ma Wei immediately grew anxious.
Now he was at the end of his rope, no job, could only survive on relief meals.
Mars was his only place to change his fate.
There, there were countless precious gemstones dreamed of on Blue Star, as well as vast uncharted areas.
Ma Wei was confident he could seize this opportunity, and when he returned to Blue Star in the future, make this woman…
“You have that much confidence in Mars?”
Hiller shook her head, her waterfall-like golden hair swaying, an enchanting fragrance wafting to Ma Wei’s nose, making him involuntarily start to sink into it.
“This is my only chance.”
Ma Wei tried hard to restrain himself to stay clear-headed, but the crazy desire in his eyes couldn’t be completely concealed.
Hearing this, Hiller suddenly laughed.
An interesting man.
“Wait for my message.”
She smiled slightly, slapped down a hundred-dollar bill, got up, and walked out.
Ma Wei was quick-eyed and handed, hurriedly grabbing the hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
Two cups of coffee, only 20 bucks.
South Island Country, San Xin Headquarters.
“For San Xin to get out of the current predicament, all efforts must be focused on the Mars Project.”
Jin Ze slammed the table heavily, staring straight at the female chairman in the main seat.
After this round of financial storm, San Xin had just regained some vitality and was badly hurt again.
The entire company was teetering, once again on the verge of bankruptcy.
In his view, the cause of all this was this woman in front of him not hugging the United States thigh in time.
If he were in charge, relying on his position built in Cupertino, San Xin Group would surely rise with the wind this time.
But now, saying these things was too late.
The current San Xin Group had laid off most of its electronics department, with only some mining metallurgy capital with South Island Country stakes barely hanging on.
But it was precisely the survival of these industries that gave San Xin its opportunity.
“Chairman, the Mars Project is San Xin’s chance for survival, with vast uncharted areas never explored by humanity, and even explored areas have massive high-value gemstones; San Xin investing in Mars is absolutely a decision with extremely high value return.”
The senior executives silently said nothing, just quietly listening to Jin Ze’s grand speech on the side.
Perhaps his words moved the chairman dispatched from South Island Country, or perhaps because besides this, San Xin currently had no other way out.
Jin Ze’s proposal was ultimately tacitly approved by all board of directors members.
Jin Family.
After returning home, Jin Ze went to grandfather Jin Zhiyong’s room.
The current Jin Zhiyong was full of decrepitude, no longer having the sharp-eyed grandeur of the past.
“Grandfather, I’ve decided, the company will sell off all other industries next, then I will lead our remaining mining department, we will move San Xin to Mars, there I will surely develop San Xin again into a great company.”
Jin Zhiyong lifted his turbid eyes to look at this successor he had personally trained, his mouth twitching into an arc.
It was unclear if it was sarcasm or encouragement.
Cupertino, Nvidia Headquarters downstairs.
Huang Wei was still in that leather jacket he didn’t know how long he’d worn without changing.
Overhead, several workers were dismantling the Nvidia logo on the building.
With countries announcing zero-tariff imports for Xinghai Technology, Nvidia, this former top chip company with a market value up to 30 trillion, officially declared bankruptcy.
His personal assets not only zeroed out, but he even owed a huge debt.
The headquarters building in front was also included in asset liquidation, having nothing to do with him anymore.
Bang!
The logo smashed heavily at his feet, kicking up huge dust.
Huang Wei stood stunned in place, after who knows how long, slowly pulling out his phone.
“President Mark? For the sake of our past cooperation, help me out, I want a ticket to Mars.”
Space Hub, Xinghai Laboratory.
After a period of relocation work, the Xinghai Supercomputer originally on the ground had been moved here.
At the same time, Xinghai rebuilt a supercomputer, but this time when adding the intelligent large model, it didn’t include that string of code like before.
A’dai and Fan Ren stood in the huge chip room, gazing at the lifeless chip cluster in front of them, silent for a long time.
Just now, all the original data of this supercomputer had been completely destroyed by A’dai’s own hands, and the storage hard drives were also replaced.
In the near future, this supercomputer would be paired with a controlled nuclear fusion generator set, together migrated to Utopia City already under construction.
Due to lack of understanding of artificial intelligence, under Fan Ren’s strict requirements, this supercomputer must be completely and thoroughly formatted, then rebooted, following A’dai’s previous operations to perform the same process again, attempting to awaken a new artificial intelligence life.
This process would completely cut off all electronic lines and networks associated with the hub.
It must be maintained in a state of physical isolation throughout.
Otherwise, Fan Ren was unsure if during retraining the large model, the AI would infiltrate the current human network via the network.
Before the Mars Project was completed, he didn’t dare to bet.
