MC Bookstore Chapter 31 This is what God has given me!
Chapter 31 This is what God has given me!
The candlestick chart on the projection screen in Noah Technology's conference room was still climbing.
The green curve, like a revitalized vine, breaks free from the constraints of the horizontal axis and extends upwards with its first steep arc.
The volume bar chart expands synchronously, and its color becomes dark and shiny.
Marketing Manager Tom Harris stood in front of the curtain, holding a laser pointer in his right hand. The red dot stopped at the top of the curve, trembling slightly.
His other hand was braced against the edge of the podium, his knuckles turning white from the force.
There were two obvious dark sweat stains under the armpits of the shirt, and the tie was crooked.
"...Within one hour of opening, the user activation rate exceeded expectations by 370%."
His voice was a half-tone higher than usual, and he spoke quickly, each word seeming to spring out from under him.
"Paid conversion rate...look at this point...it offsets the initial subsidy costs and there's still a surplus. Social media organic reach index...it's exploded."
The red dot on the laser pointer jumped rapidly, sweeping across several key data markers.
"Look at the comments section. 'Changed my workflow,' 'Smarter than my assistant,' 'Can even understand my corny jokes'... User engagement, look at the day-two retention curve..."
He took a breath, his chest heaving.
"We've hit the golden spot. No, we've created the golden spot."
There were about ten people sitting in the audience.
Qian Liren sat by the window, his hands folded on his lap.
He stared at the curves on the screen, his face expressionless.
The K-line is rising, rising very quickly, but not to the extent he expected.
That near-vertical "J"-shaped takeoff that destroys all resistance.
Shouldn't.
His Noah AI design should see an exponential increase in iteration efficiency after integrating real market data.
Every user interaction and every task completion is a new training sample.
AI should absorb, digest, and evolve like a sponge, then provide more precise, intelligent, and irreplaceable services.
The market reaction should be more enthusiastic, and the data curve should be steeper.
Qian Liren lowered his eyes.
The fingers resting on her lap twitched almost imperceptibly.
Deep within his consciousness, the channel connecting to the core of Noah AI quietly opened.
A massive influx of data is coming in.
Not the refined and embellished report data in the conference room, but the most raw and noisy real-time logs:
Every user's every click, every input, every time they stay, and every time they close the window midway.
He remained in the data stream for 0.3 seconds.
The problem has been identified.
It's not that AI isn't strong enough.
There are still too few users, but it's not a big problem, since it's destined to go public.
Qian Liren shut down the data channel.
Visibility has returned to normal.
He looked up and gazed at the candlestick chart on the screen again.
The corners of his mouth turned down almost imperceptibly by a millimeter, then quickly straightened out.
Forget it.
unimportant.
These market data, these user feedback, these impressive curves—they are all essentially fuel.
Noah AI is iterating at an exponential rate.
With each iteration, its logical structure becomes more refined and efficient.
Qian Liren could sense it.
When he connects deeply with AI, his own thinking speed, breadth of association, and accuracy of problem breakdown all improve simultaneously.
It's like having a supercomputer that never stops connected to your brain.
Moreover, this computer is still upgrading itself.
This is the true value.
Whether the market curve is "J"-shaped or "S"-shaped... it doesn't matter.
All he needs to do is ensure that Noah AI continues to evolve.
By then...
Qian Liren's fingertips lightly traced the trajectory of the infinity symbol "∞" on his trouser leg.
The meeting is still ongoing.
Tom Harris has already covered competitive analysis.
"Main competitors, including DeepMind's latest release and OpenAI's iterative versions, compared to our data from the same period..."
He paused, a flush rising to his face.
"...We're lagging behind across the board. The decline is between 15% and 40%. Gentlemen, we are the future."
Applause erupted.
Not overly enthusiastic, but polite enough.
The Indian project manager, Jit Singh, slapped the drum the loudest, his face beaming with a smile and his eyes narrowed to slits.
His gaze swept quickly over Qian Liren, then swiftly shifted away, landing back on Tom.
Ok.
The better the market response, the more the value of Noah AI will be confirmed.
The higher the value, the less likely the company is to allow a Chinese person to control core projects for a long period of time.
The white men won't allow it.
Gitt knows the rules of this game all too well.
You can be smart, hardworking, and create amazing things, but you must know your place.
Qian Liren?
He shook his head, inwardly scoffing.
A yellow-skinned monkey who doesn't know the rules.
Just because you have some skills doesn't mean you can dream of sitting at the table and eating.
Don't you even know whose dining table this is?
The perfect process is to be a reliable and efficient tool, achieve results, and then let people like him, who are his own people, reap the rewards, manage the team, and report to the boss.
Not only does he propose ideas, but he also wants to lead projects and even wants to use 3% of the equity to take a large slice of the pie after the IPO?
Transgression.
This is challenging the dining etiquette that white men usually accept.
Jitter's smile deepened.
He could almost see himself sitting in Qian Liren's current position in the near future, reporting to Mr. Walker on the smooth transition and continued success of the project.
And that ungrateful Chinese man, clutching his meager compensation, will disappear into the torrent of countless disillusioned people in Seattle, perhaps even becoming one of those homeless individuals.
This is the correct script.
The CEO's office.
Van der Walker closed the live stock price window on his computer.
The screen went dark, revealing his own face, flushed with excitement.
He stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Below, the sky above Seattle is gloomy, and in the distance, rooftops stretch as far as the eye can see.
But that's not what he saw.
What he saw were constantly fluctuating numbers, soaring curves, and the phrases "Noah Technology" and "next-generation AI disruptor" that began to appear frequently in financial news.
What he saw was the title that would soon be added after his name: innovator, visionary, nouveau riche.
Walker is white, that's right.
But he's not old money.
He came from South America, and like that prison horse, he was an outsider.
He spent twenty years carefully avoiding crossing the red lines drawn by those ancient families.
The journey was fraught with peril.
Now, Noah AI has given him a ticket to the poker table.
No, it's not just the admission ticket.
It's the ace.
"God chose me..."
Walker said in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously tracing the windowpane.
"Otherwise, why would someone allow something like this to appear in my company at this time?"
As for that Chinese engineer...
Walker frowned.
He certainly acknowledged Qian Liren's talent.
It could even be said that without Qian Liren, there would have been no breakthrough in Noah AI.
But a tool is just a tool.
When God bestows miracles, He always does so through the hands of mortals.
But this does not mean that mortals can share in God's glory.
That 3% equity option...
Walker felt a jolt in his heart as he thought about the potential value after the IPO.
"Wait a little longer."
He said to himself, turned around and walked back to his desk.
"We still need him before the IPO. After the IPO..."
Either take your money and get out, or just get out.
The fact that he was offered the first option already shows that Walker is kind-hearted and beautiful.
In the Kingdom of God.
Luo Huan's gaze fell on Qian Liren.
Or rather, it's related to Noah AI, who is connected to Qian Liren.
"Hiss~ It feels like it's almost here."
Luo Huan could sense that the membrane covering Qian Liren's body was thinning.
In other words, with the end of this market test, he, who had no influence whatsoever, was actually about to be qualified for promotion!
"Amazing, I wonder in what form you'll be promoted?"
"and……"
Her gaze fell upon the map, still shrouded in mist, and she couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
Outside the window, the rain in Seattle has started again.
The rain was fine and dense, falling on the glass and leaving countless water streaks that briefly converged and then disappeared.
In the distance, on the streets of the slums, another person collapsed, becoming a silent, forgotten Gundam.
Inside the conference room, the discussion about market data continued, filled with enthusiastic voices and a hopeful outlook for the future.
It's like two worlds that don't interfere with each other.
On the same rainy night, each went its own way.