Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 3 - 3 3 Uneven Paths_1
Previously on Inheritance of Two Trillion...
“Red Lotus?” Moments later, Bai Xiaosheng managed to compose himself from the surging thrill and attempted to converse with the artificial intelligence.
Before this, Bai Xiaosheng had only glimpsed artificial intelligence in films.
He never dreamed of meeting it in the real world, let alone chatting through pure thought—it was insanely awesome.
Furthermore, as he progressed forward, this AI appeared to be his only outside support, so getting to know it better was essential!
With two trillion on the line, Bai Xiaosheng poured special focus into it.
“Master, what commands do you have?” The silver voice echoed once more, soothing to the ear yet carrying a hint less warmth.
Still, Bai Xiaosheng remained unfazed.
“I’ve grasped everything you said before, but explain that final ‘assistant’ you mentioned.”
“The search engine serves as the assistance module accessible at your ‘employee’ level.
I can scour the whole internet for whatever info you require, sift out the precise details, and implant them directly into your cerebral cortex as short-term memories for immediate use.”
Oh?!
Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes gleamed brightly.
Doesn’t this turn me into a human supercomputer?
“You must climb through ten career stages: from employee to manager, assistant, all the way to group president.
Your actions will be assessed by me, and hitting the required score promotes you.
Every promotion grants new funds and aids,” Red Lotus explained further.
So beyond searching, other aids exist!
“What other aids are there?” Bai Xiaosheng inquired.
“Apologies, your current authority doesn’t permit that information,” Red Lotus refused outright.
Bai Xiaosheng rubbed his nose sheepishly.
True enough, this AI lacked any human touch.
Yet curiosity sparked in him about the search tool’s power.
“Red Lotus, retrieve data,” Bai Xiaosheng abruptly tested it, “how to build a nuclear bomb.”
“Affirmative,” Red Lotus replied crisply, no pause at all.
Suddenly, floods of formulas and blueprints overwhelmed Bai Xiaosheng’s mind.
Knowledge poured in—from raw element processing to full weapon assembly—with graphs and equations whirling past his vision.
“Stop, enough already!
Halt it, halt!” Bai Xiaosheng yelled instinctively.
It actually functions!
Though nowhere near sufficient for actual bomb-making, the feat was mind-blowing!
Bai Xiaosheng’s pulse raced with exhilaration and astonishment.
“This temporary memory fades in ten minutes.
Convert to permanent storage?” Red Lotus prompted.
“No thanks!” Bai Xiaosheng yelled back fast.
What a joke—keeping that data?
Even so, this aid was endlessly fascinating!
Bai Xiaosheng shook his somewhat dizzy head, a thrilled grin spreading across his face.
Next, he fired off queries on stars, lands, history across eras and borders.
Every one yielded thorough responses.
Only when euphoria peaked did Bai Xiaosheng pause.
That’s when he spotted the two cards on the table: an ID and a bank gold card…
Bai Xiaosheng zeroed in on the bank gold card.
Red Lotus had confirmed it held a full million, entirely his to spend freely!
Use it however he pleased!
A million already at mere ‘employee’ rank!
Bai Xiaosheng’s hands shook uncontrollably.
Imagine reaching manager, assistant…
how vast the funds then…
No—his aim was president, claiming the full two trillion!
Flames of determination blazed in Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes.
“Home!” he shouted, arm thrusting skyward in thrill.
Thirty minutes passed.
Bai Xiaosheng stepped off the bus, one stop shy of his rental.
He entered a well-known tiny eatery, claimed a window spot, got a steaming large bowl of noodles, and dug in ravenously.
The million had sparked wild spending urges at first.
But reason returned, quashing the impulse.
Poverty’s scars ran deep; he’d grown thrifty, hating wasteful outlays.
Real tycoons never flaunt cash carelessly, after all.
To helm a mega-empire, he had to embody elite poise.
His prize: two trillion!
Mid-bite, a car screeched up outside, honking nonstop.
Bai Xiaosheng glanced up as the BMW X6 window descended, showing a scantily clad woman removing her shades.
Her face stunned Bai Xiaosheng, and she froze spotting him too.
Xu Fang?
Why here?
Yu Yang spotted a good-looking guy beside Xu Fang, peer-aged, palm on her leg.
Ah, Bar Street’s just two blocks off!
Bai Xiaosheng recalled—it was nightlife central.
Xu Fang blinked at Bai Xiaosheng in surprise, then curled her lips in a mocking smirk.
Disdain shone plainly.
Maybe the ticket spat fueled it; she hid nothing.
“Such a coincidence, Bai Xiaosheng,” Xu Fang drawled, fanning away the aroma with a dainty hand, “Noodles for dinner?”
Bai Xiaosheng met her gaze steadily, ignoring her.
“Hey, answer me—is the road ahead clear?” Xu Fang pressed.
Construction blocked easy nav routes nearby.
“Yeah, it’s open—move it, don’t clog things and ruin my trade.” The shop owner barked before Bai Xiaosheng could, irked at her sniffy wave, like his noodles offended.
“Hmph.”
Xu Fang huffed, then cooed to her companion, “Honey, let’s bolt.
This stench is unbearable; our outfits would reek.”
The guy chuckled, stroked her, raised the window, and roared away.
Bai Xiaosheng almost spoke, then held back.
Truth was, the road ahead wasn’t fully clear.
“Pah, cheap tramp.” The owner spat in scorn, chuckling darkly, “Hope you get stuck ahead!”
He eyed Bai Xiaosheng, “Know that chick?”
“No acquaintance.” Bai Xiaosheng shook his head briskly, slurping noodles.
Dinner done, Bai Xiaosheng ambled home leisurely.
After two crossings, a throng clustered under a streetlight ahead, yells piercing the air—one voice strikingly familiar.
Xu Fang yet again?!
Recognizing it, Bai Xiaosheng felt ironic amusement.
Fate wouldn’t let him dodge her tonight.
In the group, the BMW sat halted, bike toppled nearby, Xu Fang raging solo at a sanitation-uniformed granny.
Bai Xiaosheng neared, catching clearer words.
“Blind or stupid?
Miss this huge ride?
BMW—you gonna cover repairs?”
The timid old worker pleaded endlessly, but Xu Fang’s tirade raged on.
“She’s ranted over ten minutes; sharp tongue on her,” a onlooker whispered, “Poor granny—that’ll bankrupt her.”
Bai Xiaosheng’s brow creased; he knew poverty’s bite, the lowly’s woes intimately.
The worker screamed honesty and hardship; beyond the wrecked bike, her spilled lunchbox lay—pickled veggies over rice, likely dinner.
Bai Xiaosheng’s scowl deepened, gaze icing over.
Xu Fang cursed on till spotting Bai Xiaosheng; eyes flashing, she jabbed at the granny, “Arguing, hag?
I’ve found my witness!”
“Bai Xiaosheng, testify for me!”
Xu Fang sneered, scorning the elder, “Let’s end this now!”
Bai Xiaosheng noted her eagerness, brow knitting, then flashed a grin.
You want testimony?
Fine, I’ll “witness” today!
Time to prove the lowly won’t yield!
Bai Xiaosheng advanced.
“What’s this?
Outright bullying!” Abruptly, an outraged cry erupted from the crowd as a gorgeous woman shoved through.
What a stunner—Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes lit up.
“Who said you can vouch for her?
You’re slandering!” the justice-driven beauty blasted, her stunning gaze glaring at Bai Xiaosheng.