I, the only superpower on earth

San Francisco.

In a private restaurant, in a room of tens of square meters, faint blue lights are scattered.

Inside the room, from the walls to the back of the ceiling, is sea water.

The seaweed is swaying, hairtail and tuna are swaying freely in it, and all kinds of small marine life are separated from the diners by a layer.

Moreover, among the swimming fish, a huge whale was swimming around nimbly, with a round body, looking lazy and at ease.

Navalli sat at the dining table, looking at the swimming fish, seaweed, and whales, looking a little dazed.

Salman, who was sitting opposite him, smiled when he saw him like this:

"What, is the environment of this restaurant too quiet? Do you need me to change to another restaurant? I know there is another good place in San Francisco."

Navalli shook his head:

"No...it's nothing. It's just that I've never been to this kind of place. It must be expensive here, right?"

"Don't worry, the average meal here is about tens of thousands of dollars. With your annual salary, even three meals a day are enough here. Moreover, this restaurant is owned by me-you can think it is my property part of it, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

Salman smiled, looked at the surging sea water on the four walls and ceiling, exuded vitality swimming fish, and scattered seaweed, showing a nostalgic expression:

"I have traveled to Abu Dhabi before, but there, whether it is the Emirates Hotel or the Grand Mosque, there is nothing interesting-only the underwater restaurant under the Burj Al Arab Hotel makes me feel very comfortable.

"Obviously outside is a noisy world full of scorching sun and noisy people. But in it, it seems that I am completely surrounded by sea water. It is extremely quiet and serene - this contrast greatly relieves my nerves, I began to understand why Gates wanted to build such a big aquarium. So after I returned to San Francisco, I opened a private restaurant with less than ten rooms in total, 300 square meters for eating, and 100 The square meters are used for the preparation of the back kitchen, and there are more than a few thousand square meters, all of which are used to wrap this piece of "Ocean World" - of course, in order to maintain the stability and natural state of this "Ocean World", I have to It costs tens of millions of dollars in maintenance fees, although it is worth it."

Salman's voice was long and peaceful, but Navari's voice just smiled slightly and lowered his head.

It suddenly occurred to him that the construction and maintenance costs of this 'Ocean World' were more than the total activity funds for the 'United Community' that Mr. Masip had been thinking about...

And at this moment, Salman's voice suddenly changed, and the next moment, Navali heard a sentence from him that seemed to be earth-shattering:

"Navalli, are you wondering if you can spend the construction funds of this restaurant on the 'Unity Block', many things will be different?"

This sentence made Navalli suddenly raise his head.

For the first time, he looked at Salman with a little surprise.

Facing Navali's surprised eyes, Salman smiled slightly, winked at him, picked up the wine glass on the table, and shook the wine inside.

"Although I graduated from MIT's School of Artificial Intelligence with a Ph.D. and later founded Close AI, my undergraduate major was applied psychology—I liked some of the knowledge I learned from this major, and I didn't stop learning even after graduation. footsteps."

As he spoke, his voice was somewhat sentimental, while Navalli fell silent.

Salman continued:

"Navalli, regarding the previous transaction you and Sanders made on the dark web - you should know that we have been forced to withdraw the fact that the images in the 'Masip Incident' we announced were synthesized by AI. The bulletin was issued. Because the FBI headquarters and the Office of the President greeted us, the pressure made it very difficult for us."

He looked at Navalli, as if trying to see something out of his eyes.

Navalli nodded, his voice jerky:

"I know about it, I understand the pressure the company is facing, and I won't have any opinions... And now, even if the public knows that those images are synthesized by AI, it doesn't make much sense."

Salman nodded.

"It's good that you can understand Navalli."

His eyes suddenly softened.

"However... what I need is not only that you can understand, but also that you can be comfortable-this is respect for genius."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and the waiter behind him said something in the headset.

The next moment, the door behind Salman opened, and a man walked in with a wine bottle.

The man was not wearing a waiter's clothes.

His temperament was incompatible with other service staff, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was disheveled, and there were many bloodshot eyes in his eyes. It was obvious that lack of sleep and bad work and rest for a period of time made the man's originally handsome face much uglier. The moment he saw him, Navali's pupils dilated.

But not because of the sudden appearance of this man.

But because of his appearance.

——he was the man who had been with Julia and then became the president of the entire "Unity Block", Travis.

Travis walked to the table for two, tried his best to smile, and put the red wine bottle in his hand on the table respectfully.

"Mr. Salman, and Mr. Navalli...do you need anything else from me?"

While speaking, he seemed to try his best to avoid hitting Navali's gaze, his eyes were a little erratic, and he tried his best to tighten his body, but he still managed to squeeze out a respectful smile, looking extremely pitiful.

Navalli rolled his eyes.

And at this moment, Salman's voice sounded.

"Travis Axiumen, born in the United States to Hispanic parents who were illegal immigrants, did not obtain legal status until Travis was ten years old. After that, Travis was in school. He studies extremely hard, and although he is not very comfortable with mathematics and science subjects, he is quite gifted for grammar and language courses.

"After college, Travis became part of the FBI's secretive 'Social Drive Unit.

"The agency is off limits to the public, and its members are ostensibly unaffiliated with the FBI and are not on its tax returns. Most of these members are graduates of elite colleges, intellectuals, and ambitious. At the same time, some members will also use the resources of the FBI to continue to climb up in the public domain, thereby secretly fighting for resources for the FBI—and, using their identities to enter certain areas that the FBI believes may affect national security. But there is no excuse to destroy social activist organizations, and it is convenient for the FBI to eliminate or make them "harmless".

"The essence of the 'Masip Senanese Incident' is the 'Unity Community Collapse Plan' that was planned and executed by Travis Akshumen, who was dispatched by the agency to the 'Unity Community' .”

His voice echoed gently in the room, not too loud, but it made Travis's face turn paler and paler, and his body gradually began to tremble.

Salman ignored him and only looked at Navari with soft eyes:

"Although he is a member of the FBI, to a certain extent, members of the 'socially driven agency' who are widely involved in political and public activities, except for very few exceptions, are also, like other politicians, eligible to be traded or Who to give up. Travis Axium wasn't one of those exceptions - so I traded some to get where I am now.

"Everything that happened in this room today, no matter what you want this Mr. Travis to get, will become a dream that no one knows after leaving this room. You can choose to do it yourself, but I recommend you Give a plan, let others solve it, your body is not suitable for overwork. Besides, outside this room, there are already more than five alternatives for punks, thieves, drug dealers, or robbery murderers already Ready to cover any crime, you don't have to have any qualms."

Listening to Salman's voice, Navali moved his eyes to Travis.

The latter finally trembled all over, turned his body around, and looked at Navari with pleading eyes.

Navali looked at Travis silently, and what Salman said echoed in his ears, but there was neither joy nor hatred in his heart, it was just blank.

This world is very cruel to people.

If Navalli is a little man without talent and assets, then Travis may become the target of his life-long pursuit of revenge, and he will live in hatred for him all his life, even if he dies with him, he is willing.

However, this world is also very kind to people.

When Navalli showed his talent and future, he didn't even need to mention it. Salman helped him catch the target of revenge without hundreds of thousands of words or decades of pursuit. Shen Fu brought him to Navalli in just one month.

All this is true and yet ridiculously ridiculous.

Navali sighed suddenly.

Then he shook his head:

"Let him go."

He looked at Salman's eyes, his eyes seemed to be ignorant.

"...I have no need for revenge anymore."

Salman smiled.

He nodded to the side, and a waiter motioned for Travis to leave with him.

Travis seemed to be alive, drenched in sweat, and dared not say a word. After casting a grateful glance at Navalli, he obediently followed the waiter and left.

And at this moment, food was finally served in this room.

Then, Navalli suddenly said thoughtfully:

"What do you think of the car?"

"oh?"

Salman raised his eyebrows and looked at Navali, as if he didn't understand what he meant at the first time.

Navalli shrugged.

"The driver provided by the company drove me to and from get off work every day in a Mercedes-Benz, but I felt a little uneasy. So I just thought of Citroen. Its crash test score seems to be very high among similar cars."

I see.

Salman smiled knowingly and nodded to Navalli.

"I see. This car will be delivered to the villa tonight."

...

The wine is in the middle of the day, and the meal is half over.

Salman suddenly put down the knife, looked at Navari, who was obviously absent-minded, and smiled:

"Actually, besides the incident just now, I have another gift I want to give you.

"I have been thinking about what this gift should be for a long time, and I originally considered this restaurant—but I really love it, I have personally handled every detail here, and I really don't want to hand it over to others.

"So, I can only give you a part of my second love."

As he spoke, he pushed a document from the table to Navalli.

"An option incentive contract, starting with 0.5% of Close AI's equity, up to 2%, with a time limit of three years."

He winked at Navalli, although the tone was joking, but it made people feel solemn.

Close AI is not listed, but its market capitalization is now estimated at more than $200 billion.

If this is the standard, then the contract in front of him represents a guaranteed minimum of one billion US dollars, and can even reach a maximum of four billion US dollars.

Salman's determination to bind Navalli to the same chariot is so strong that Navalli can already clearly feel it.

Stare at that contract.

a long time.

Navalli held out his hand.

His eyes finally wavered a little.

He looked at Salman and said seriously:

"I will not let you down."

"Then let's toast and celebrate."

Salman raised his glass and smiled at him.