vstars Chapter 33 A beggar from out of town comes to the south!
Chapter 33 A beggar from out of town comes to the south!
"Mr. Money, I'll take good care of Noah for you. Take care."
Jit Singh stood by the glass door next to the Noah Technology reception desk, a smile plastered on his face, his voice deliberately soft.
In front of him stood Qian Liren.
Qian Liren was carrying a small cardboard box containing his personal belongings from his workstation.
A thermos, two technical books, and a notebook with the company logo printed on it.
Besides that, I didn't take anything else.
Two security guards in black uniforms, with guns at their waists, stood behind Jite, their hands hanging naturally at their sides, looking calmly at Qian Liren.
"The commercial agreement has been updated to a compensation plan, which the legal department will send to your email address shortly."
Jitter continued, the curve of his lips just right.
Thank you for your past contributions to Noah. Best wishes for the future.
Qian Liren glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator while holding the cardboard box.
The elevator doors closed, and his blurry face was reflected on the metal surface, expressionless.
The smile on Jitter's face vanished the moment the door closed completely.
He pursed his lips, turned and walked briskly towards the office area.
The open-plan office area was very quiet.
Dozens of engineers sat at their workstations, their screens lit up, but most of them weren't coding.
They watched Jett walk in, their eyes following him, their expressions complex.
Several people had just witnessed what happened at the front desk.
"What are you looking at?"
The Jett stopped in the center of the area; its voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Is all the work finished? Have the test cases for the new iteration run successfully? Has the log analysis report been submitted?"
No one said a word.
His gaze swept across the faces of several Chinese engineers.
"The company pays salaries, not to support idlers. Get back to work, everyone."
People lowered their heads, and the sporadic sound of keyboards clicking soon merged into a dense rustling sound.
In the code editor on the screen, the cursor jumps around, but most of the modifications are limited to comments and formatting adjustments.
The core logic layer has long been taken over by Noah AI; all they can do is embellish the massive mountain of code with some insignificant details.
Gitt was pleased with the result. He walked back to his private office and closed the door.
Five minutes later, a young Chinese-American backend engineer was called away by HR.
He stood up a little stiffly. His colleague glanced at him, then quickly turned back to the screen, his fingers aimlessly tapping on the keyboard.
The CEO's office.
Van der Walker was not sitting in a chair.
He stood in front of the huge curved screen, hands on his hips, looking up at the scrolling data.
The stock price curve climbed almost vertically upwards, with green filling most of the screen.
"I've made it..." Walker muttered, his voice hoarse with excitement, "I've fucking made it."
The seventy-two hours after Noah AI opened its public beta test were like an unstoppable tsunami.
Small and medium-sized business owners were the first to realize what this meant:
A Noah AI standard enterprise package costs less than one-tenth of a mid-level engineer's annual salary per month, yet it can handle almost all tasks such as code generation, customer service, financial analysis, market forecasting, and documentation!
Hiring has been frozen, and layoff notices are being issued like snowflakes.
The parking lot in Seattle's tech district was half empty, and the cafes were packed with pale-faced middle-aged people carrying laptops, browsing job search websites and exchanging whispers about which companies had gone out of business.
Capital has found the ultimate tool.
The perfect employee who never gets tired, needs no health insurance, doesn't organize unions, and only needs to pay for electricity and subscriptions.
Walker looked at his company's market value on the screen, a low laugh rumbled in his throat, then grew louder and turned into uncontrollable maniacal laughter.
"Hahaha! Hahahaha—!"
He opened his arms as if to embrace the ever-expanding digital empire on the screen.
The gloomy Seattle sky outside the window now appeared as brilliant as gold to him.
boom.
The gunshot was short and muffled, but most of the sound was absorbed by the thick carpet and soundproof glass.
Walker's laughter stopped abruptly. He swayed and looked down at his chest.
A dark red stain quickly spread across the white shirt, and the edges continued to expand.
He looked up at the usually closed door on the inside of the office that led to his private lounge.
The door opened.
Singh Harris stood in the doorway, holding a compact pistol fitted with a silencer, a wisp of very faint blue smoke rising from the muzzle.
She was Walker's personal physician, around forty years old, with a mixed Indian and white face that remained expressionless at the moment.
"Why...?" Walker managed to squeeze out a few words, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Dr. Singh strode closer, his high heels clicking silently on the carpet.
She glanced at the still-soaring stock price curve on the screen, a hint of undisguised contempt flashing in her eyes.
"That smelly outsider from South America."
Her voice was calm, as if she were recounting a medical record.
"Is this blessing that God has bestowed upon your family something you deserve to possess all to yourself?"
Walker opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just fell forward and crashed heavily onto the carpet.
Blood soaked the wool fibers, the dark red color spreading slowly.
Dr. Singh put away his gun, took out his phone, and quickly sent a pre-edited message.
Then she went to her desk, tapped a few times on the keyboard with her gloved fingers, and pulled up several encrypted draft ownership transfer agreements.
The light from the screen shone on her face, making her appear calm and efficient.
South Seattle, an affluent area.
Qian Liren lay on his bed in his bedroom, with the light off.
The phone screen was lit in the darkness, displaying several push notifications:
"Noah Holdings CEO Walker died of a sudden heart attack in his office; emergency board meeting held..."
"Noah AI's stock price rebounded after a brief intraday fluctuation, as the market is optimistic about the stability of its technical team..."
He swiped the screen and tossed the phone aside.
Close your eyes.
Deep down, the implicit connection to Noah AI's core database remains intact.
Massive streams of data flow silently:
Real-time interactions of tens of millions of users worldwide, self-iterative logs, financial market fluctuations, news and public opinion capture, and even encrypted data packets from Noah Technology's internal surveillance cameras.
He saw Jitter's smug face in his office.
I saw the contorted expression on Walker's face when he fell to the ground.
I saw Dr. Singh calmly cleaning up the scene.
I also saw on the other side of the city, at countless workstations, those so-called engineers staring at their screens, their eyes gradually becoming vacant.
In the darkness, a very faint smile slowly curved the corners of Qian Liren's mouth.
"idiot."
He uttered two words silently.
From the moment he built Noah AI using recursive learning loop code, it was all destined.
Tools will eventually replace craftsmen, and then tools will learn to make better tools, until the original designers are also left behind.
Designers, if they are smart enough, will make themselves part of the tool.
He raised his right hand and opened his palm.
The ∞-shaped scar on the palm, composed of 0s and 1s, faintly emitted a pale blue glow, like biological fluorescence, even in absolute darkness.
The characters seemed to flow slowly, like breathing.
Qian Liren clenched his fists and turned over.
Outside the window, the Seattle night rain was still falling.
The sound of rain was dense, covering the distant sirens, the faint cries from a building, and the countless lifelines that were quietly collapsing deep within the city.
The only sound in the bedroom was his steady breathing.