I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

In the office, the fat man stared at the computer screen with a furrowed brow.

"Damn it, these media outlets dare to contradict me! What do you mean the Jalisco Group defeated America's strongest special forces in an hour, with only one person captured? The stunt double was fake? They've completely turned black into white! Ha, all you can do is bark online. In the real world, whoever has the strongest fist calls the shots... Hmm?" He cursed under his breath, then sneered.

While he was talking to himself, his gaze was quickly drawn to another post.

"Dreams are becoming reality... Some say the Mars mission is just wishful thinking? Look at this. We have launched an unmanned spacecraft to the Red Planet, successfully validated revolutionary powered landing technology, and delivered the first batch of critical equipment. This is not just a small step, but the first feasible path for humanity to become an interplanetary species."

Meanwhile, Neuralink has achieved an exciting breakthrough. We can now help paralyzed individuals stand and walk again. Imagine these courageous pioneers, no longer bound by Earth's gravity, their will driving machines through brain-computer interfaces to build a new home on Mars. This is no longer science fiction.

On Earth, Tesla's latest generation Optimus robot is about to be unveiled. It will become the most diligent and reliable colonist in the construction of Mars.

MarsCoin is a cryptocurrency. On Earth, you can trade it like any other digital asset. But its true value will unfold on Mars. When our interstellar spacecraft sets sail, MarsCoin will become the sole designated currency for Tesla stores, resource allocation, and services on Mars. Holding it now is holding an option for a new world.

We're not predicting the future, we're building it with our own hands!

This is Musk's latest long post on social media.

Marscoin actually appeared several years ago when Musk proposed the Mars plan. However, at that time, Mars colonization was considered a joke by most people, and no one had any investment expectations for this coin. Even the identity of the issuer was a matter of much speculation. As a result, the coin gradually faded from view, and many people believed it was just a scam by some team trying to capitalize on Musk's popularity.

But today, this name has once again entered the public eye.

Unmanned spacecraft? Brain-computer interface? Mars robot? Martian currency?
Each word is full of science fiction, and when put together, they seem even more fantastical.

The fat man stroked his chin, lost in thought.

After a while, he felt thirsty and pressed a button on the table.

The moment my hand left, the door was pushed open.

A soldier walked in carrying a can of cola and saluted crisply.

"Gan, I heard you made a lot of money from investments before. Let me ask you, if someone told you that they were about to launch an unmanned spaceship to Mars, and would use high technology to take disabled people there, and that they could live there using some kind of Martian currency... would you believe it?" The fat man took a sip of his drink and asked on a whim.

"Sir, I don't know!" the soldier replied, head held high.

"Gan! Tell me, what is your sole purpose in coming to the Black Palace?"

"Reporting to the leader, our objective is to obey your orders!"

"Now answer my question."

"I believe!"

"What if your competitor issues a new currency that impacts your business?"

"Leader, then I'll issue a new currency too!" the soldier replied without hesitation.

"Issuing a new currency too? Damn it, Gan, you're a fucking genius! That's the most amazing answer I've ever heard. Your IQ must be over 160..."

The soldier's answer made the fat man's eyes light up. He didn't care about his image, jumped up from his chair, walked up to the soldier and gave him a hug, spewing out a string of compliments.

Soon after, a social media account tagged Musk and wrote the following:

"Listen, Elon! I just saw your Mars Coin plan. I must say, it's a brilliant idea! Only a true winner could come up with that. Fantastic!"

Frankly, I founded the Space Force before because America must lead, we must own the future. And what you're doing now is taking that future into your own hands! Many people ask, 'Mr. Leader, is Musk stealing your thunder?' No! I think it's great. It's a testament to American wisdom!
Remember, America must be the first to get there. We can work together to make Mars great again!

After this statement was posted, no one could understand it.

What's going on with these two people?

They were arguing fiercely online before, but now they're like close friends?
Musk was momentarily stunned, unable to figure out what the man was thinking.

Weren't we cracking down on cryptocurrencies before?
Why are you praising me now?

Haven't we been suppressing Tesla all along?

Although SpaceX collaborates with the government, the fat man has always been dismissive of Mars colonization. He only values ​​the Starlink project, since such space deployment is extremely beneficial to America's global operations.

The British headquarters is currently holding an emergency meeting because of these two updates.

"What on earth is going on? Didn't they tell us to support him online and attack Musk? Who are we supposed to support now?" a female executive asked.

"Could it be a trap set by the Black Palace? They just want to see who is truly loyal to the leader?" A bald man stroked his chin, his mind seemingly already enacting an entire spy drama.

“I think we should publish an article supporting the leader’s unique vision. Anyway, his speech today was in favor of Tesla, and if we support his vision, no one can find fault with it.” Another portly shareholder said smugly, thinking his idea was brilliant.

“Given the leader’s past tendency to reverse his stance, what if we praise him now, and then he reverses his stance later and calls us idiots?” The former female executive shook her head.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Indeed, no one could fathom what the fat man was thinking.

"So... are we going to post it or not?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I think we should release it! Musk is currently very popular, and Nvidia should take advantage of this momentum. Our new products need promotion, and Tesla's electric cars and robots all rely on Nvidia's graphics cards. This also means that the Mars colonization plan cannot do without us... The future belongs to computing power!" Huang Renxun, sitting in the center, made his statement at this moment.

"But how exactly should we do it?"

"OpenAI is one of our major clients, and they've recently made a significant technological breakthrough. This means that every aspect of Musk's Mars mission may rely on AI. AI requires massive computing power, so naturally, it can't function without us. But how do we grab attention? A simple conversational software product isn't enough. We need a special product to package it. You've all seen science fiction movies, right? They often feature AI agents with independent thinking capabilities, performing dangerous tasks in place of humans. But these things are virtual and difficult to demonstrate to the public. I referenced the spherical robots in Star Wars and thought we could create something similar to demonstrate at the launch event. This could ignite a global AI craze. In other words, the world will be buying our graphics cards in large quantities in the future, and our stock price will naturally soar..." Jensen Huang became increasingly excited as he spoke.

Upon hearing that the stock price had soared, the shareholders completely ignored the preceding technical details and beamed with joy.

"But can current technology do that?" a tech-savvy shareholder questioned.

"Making a toy to demonstrate simple dialogues and commands is no problem. As for complex functions... just say it's still under development." Huang Renxun took a sip of water, his tone relaxed.

The following day, Huahetong.

Chen Xi smoked a cigarette while flipping through the financial statements in his hand.

Since its inception, the company has been operating at a loss, despite investments exceeding 100 billion yuan. This means that most of the money he borrowed from Sun Dixun has already been spent.

At this rate, without a large influx of follow-up funding, Huahetong's projects will inevitably come to a standstill.

Chen Xi was not surprised by this. He knew this before he started the plan, and his experiences in his previous life also confirmed it.

Unlike other companies, Huahetong faces virtually no chance of securing external financing. It is deeply intertwined with national strategies and involves special sectors such as supply and marketing cooperatives and Guangdian stores, making the possibility of introducing new shareholders essentially zero.

He flipped through a few more investigation reports and smiled dismissively.

Even without any internal sabotage, this ship is already struggling to survive. Now these people are desperately drilling countless holes in the hull, isn't that just hastening its sinking?
He knew exactly what these people were thinking. But he had his own plans. "I think President Duan's suggestion was good. We should prepare for the IPO as soon as possible and then find state-owned funds to take over..." Wang Zhi, sitting opposite him, pondered for a long time before finally speaking.

Wang Zhi's idea was actually very practical.

Find someone to take over, then reduce the shareholding, so everyone can profit...

But this was just Wang Zhi's idea, because he himself had no industry to rely on.

Feng Yun and Hua Xing are different; they are backed by huge conglomerates and naturally want to use this major project to boost their own industries and make money.

As for Duan Yixiong...

"What has Wang Xianqi been up to lately?" Chen Xi changed the subject.

“That kid is just not the type to get things done. He had a fight with me and said he wanted to start his own business. He said that Feng Yun and Jia Riting succeeded by talking, so he could too. Oh, right… I think he’s been playing with some cryptocurrency. I don’t understand that stuff at all…” Wang Zhi scratched his head, feeling quite helpless about his son.

My son didn't study hard when he was young, and he's not reliable at work now that he's grown up. He spends all his time reading biographies of famous people and self-help books, always dreaming of getting rich overnight, but he's too lazy to take any action in reality.

Wang Zhi scoffed at this, saying that those businessmen who made money, regardless of how much they boasted outside, all worked their butts off in private.
If you only rely on your words, wouldn't that be like running a pyramid scheme?

"Where is President Duan?" Chen Xi asked again.

“He was questioned by the relevant departments before, and he’s been holding in a lot of anger. He’s blaming it all on you, saying you didn’t manage the company well. These past few days he’s been messing around with that environmental protection fund. Now that the country’s economy is developing, it’s definitely paying more and more attention to the environmental protection industry…” Wang Zhi explained.

"Ah."

"So what exactly are you planning to do with the company? If you don't bring in more money, I'm afraid it won't be able to survive," Wang Zhi pressed.

"Your suggestion was good. But first we need to get rid of the cancerous elements in the company so that everyone can get a bigger share in the future, right?" Chen Xi smiled, his meaning ambiguous.

After leaving the company in the afternoon, Chen Xi went to the Overseas Returnees Association.

A huge photo of Xu Yun still hangs in the center of the hall, with slogans on both sides that are bright and eye-catching.

Chen Xi glanced at it and shook his head helplessly.

The first floor was laid out like a business office, with many workstations neatly arranged, and everyone was busy working at their computers. He casually patted a young man on the shoulder nearby and asked, "So busy? Is the secretary-general here today?"

"Can't you see for yourself?" The young man was startled, glanced up at him, and said dismissively.

"Huh?" Chen Xi was taken aback, thinking that the other person hadn't recognized him, so he patted him again and pointed to himself.

"What?" the young man asked impatiently.

"New here? Don't you recognize me?"

"Yes, I know him!"

The young man casually threw out a sentence, then turned around and started typing away on the keyboard.

...Does he recognize me and still treat me this way?

Chen Xi stood there, a surge of anger rising within him.

Fine, I can't command you anymore, huh?

He squinted, his gaze sweeping over the rows of hunched backs of heads, and laughed in exasperation.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, he heard a series of loud bangs coming from upstairs, followed by a man's voice: "Damn it, you think I can't boss you guys around anymore, huh!"

Oh no, someone stole my lines.

Chen Xi looked up at the stairs following the sound, and the upper floor was Xu Yun's office.

The people in the hall looked up, just like him, but after only glancing at it, they lowered their heads again and went about their business.

It seems they were already used to this scene.

"They're arguing again, they're arguing again."

"The vice president is here too, this is even more lively now."

"Guess who will come out on top this time? I bet on the chairman."

"Since the secretary-general took over, the association's performance has been soaring. I think the secretary-general is more reliable in charge."

Chen Xi ignored the disrespectful young man and turned to walk upstairs. Along the way, similar whispers drifted into his ears.

As soon as he stepped onto the corner of the stairs, he saw Qian Jiajia waving frantically and making faces at him.

Chen Xi changed course and followed her into the lounge.

"What happened?" he asked as soon as the door closed.

“I just arrived too. They had already argued once, then quieted down for a while, and now it’s started again. I heard that the president came to inspect today, and one member was a bit aggressive, so the president was like a powder keg that had been set on fire…” Qian Jiajia lowered her voice and pieced together the fragments she had overheard.

"Heh, what a coincidence, I just saw it downstairs too." Chen Xi smirked.

Although he advocates that there shouldn't be too much hierarchy within the association, basic attitudes and respect should still be shown. The current situation seems like someone is deliberately stirring up trouble.

“The secretary-general has been in a bad mood lately, and the guides keep arguing with her. At first, it was about the slogans and photos, but then the guides changed the subject.”

"What matter does it lead to?"

“Sigh, it’s just the same old thing that happens when you study abroad. People hand you flyers on the street or try to get you to look at newspapers about XXX… Some students who have just returned from studying abroad chat in the association, comparing the changes at home and abroad, and there are some comparisons in their words…” Qian Jiajia lowered her voice even further.

After listening, Chen Xi nodded.

The things Qian Jiajia mentioned were things that I often saw during my studies abroad.

It's one thing to observe or listen abroad, but to bring it up for public discussion here changes everything.

Who assigned the guides?

Discussing these things in front of him is clearly just asking for trouble for the association.
"Okay, got it. I'll go up and take a look."

Chen Xi nodded slightly, opened the door, and walked out. (End of Chapter)