Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant Chapter 238

  Chapter 238 Being a Neighbor

The network collection operation worked well, dispatched hundreds of people, controlled 20 commercial spies, and confiscated their crime tools, and talked with them in accordance with the regulations—because the operation was illegal, the process was not law-abiding, blood and tears were inevitable , leaving a warning at the end.

An Feng was very interested in the information they collected. He selected and read some of them, and it was really good. They obtained more reliable information and analyzed the information by tapping on the company staff, squatting at the door, tracking on the road, etc. Everyone's character, guess four or five points.

However, Matthew or Anthony, who were also affected by the incident, all had a nonchalant attitude. To be honest, this information is not considered confidential. You can find out a thing or two with an acquaintance. The purpose of collecting it is mainly for commercial purposes. , Almost all large companies will face it.

Matthew said: "Any large-scale enterprise with strong capabilities will inevitably be full of commercial spies placed by the opponent. Similarly, they will also plant spies for the opponent to steal the opponent's operation plan, marketing plan, and even find management loopholes. sold to competitors."

An Feng understood. Fortunately, after the theft of the robot company, the company's awareness of confidentiality was improved. Now the security contract of GP company is completely in charge of Aegis Security, which spends millions of dollars every year. Although the cost is high, there are various high-tech and professional Personal protection, well worth it.

Matthew continued: "Actually, if the means of secrecy are appropriate and unrelated personnel are not allowed to access the secrets, commercial espionage is not terrible. The most important thing to be careful of is the deep-seated ones, such as the agents placed by the US government in enterprises, especially this kind of electronic intelligence. technology giant."

  An Feng was surprised: "Really know how to play these?"

  Matthew asked rhetorically: "Let me ask you, since the surveillance scandals broke out frequently in the United States, do you still think that Internet or telephone communication is safe?"

  An Feng shook his head: "I said many important things in person."

"So if you think about it again, the government will really rest assured that those companies that involve high technology or the military will continue to operate freely? Capitalists are after profits, especially arms dealers. They wish the United States would fight every day and sell arms to the world. , can the government keep an eye on it?"

   It is said that members of parliament are the spokespersons of capitalists, representing interest groups to control the government, but this is not complete. There are also spokespersons of other interest groups. Furthermore, the U.S. government is not stupid. It is a typical double-dealer and will try to monitor them. The government of a large country is very complicated.

  An Feng asked: "Then what should we do?"

   "Let it be, live as you want." Matthew said, "The game has rules, as long as they don't violate them, both parties will be very happy."

   An Feng thought for a while and understood.

  The espionage matter came to an end. The people who were listed as targets were in a calm state of mind. They arranged some appropriate countermeasures and relaxed after the storm passed. And that group of people has disappeared now and has been included in the blacklist. If they are involved in the future, they may lose their lives.

John also found the address of Bida Company, which is very close to the center of Los Angeles. There are office buildings and a sufficiently spacious production plant area. The conditions in all aspects are good enough for the company to carry out large-scale production activities, but the rent is a bit expensive. But it's not a big problem.

  An Feng registered the company first, with a capital of 100 million. Then, using the resources of the consortium, they selected a few good managers. Both the consortium and the big family intend to reserve such talents. As senior workers, they also know what to do and how to behave.

  An Feng didn't pick and choose. It's better to go to the talent market to try his luck than to try his luck in the talent market by himself. The main thing is to take a few glances and leave the matter to the assistant John to do it, I believe he will be able to handle it with ease.

   Then life got back on track.

  He pondered over that piece of information, and the machine brain didn't give a cause, it could only affirm that there was a crisis for human beings—whether he existed or not.

   That is to say, the end of death is inevitable, but when he learned about the future, a butterfly effect formed, and the process was completely messed up. He who predicts the future can exacerbate the crisis, slow it down, or avoid it. In essence, he did not cause the crisis, but he messed it up.

  Because he "predicted" the ending, the subsequent development was derailed.

   Even if he doesn't, it's understandable—it's not his fault. And if he intervenes and succeeds in the end, there is no doubt that he is a hero.

  Although An Feng was a bit selfish, he finally carried the banner.

   But Robot Brain is showing signs that there is no rush. After predicting the future, panic, fearing this and that, will increase the probability of perishing instead! In principle he doesn't care about anything, and lets things develop naturally—until death at the end. The process will take a long time.

  Because the current probability of various events is very low.

  So people who are anxious about the future, or who are in a hurry, cannot do this. Only those who are as calm as An Feng, or even heartless, will not be affected. It is far away from the future, and worrying about it now will speed up the destruction, so what was in the past is still what it is now.

  An Feng just let himself work harder.

  When he was bathing Xiaobai, he perfected the framework of the plan in his mind. First of all, it must make a lot of money, there is no doubt about this. Then there is industry and technology, which has to lay the foundation for future robots. It is obviously safer to hand over the core to robots under their own control than to spread it to humans.

   But when it comes to robots, it involves the issues of intelligent core, energy and structure. Further down, the intelligent core is also divided into levels, independent and centralized; further down, there are virtual intelligence, artificial intelligence; and further down is the manufacture of computers—huge graphene computers, or photonic computers , or a powerful but energy-consuming quantum computer...

  In fact, further down, there are various materials and processes required for manufacturing...and such a complicated thing is just a part of the core of the robot!

  An Feng was completely dizzy.

There needs to be a computer to help him share some pressure. Obviously, no matter how powerful his machine brain is, it is impossible to calculate billions of times per second like a supercomputer... Therefore, a powerful and intelligent computer is needed to act as his "assistant" , and connect via a private network.

  Just by making a plan, he feels that this is an extremely huge project.

In the end, I was lazy, and the wind blew under the shade of the tree for a while, thinking about whether to eat at home at night, or take her to New York to try the dishes there. In fact, Europe is also good, but it is suitable to leave in the afternoon... The super rich think Those other people couldn't imagine, but he thought it was normal when the phone rang.

   "Hello, Xiao Lezi?" An Feng said.

   "Brother Le!" Wang Le dissatisfied, "Which corner of the earth has the **** been active recently?"

   "Where else can it be, 25 centimeters away from the shadow of the third palm tree by the swimming pool in San Francisco." An Feng babbled.

   "How about I go there and have a few drinks with you?" Wang Le said.

   "Don't! If Mrs. Wang thinks that there is someone outside her husband, you can't let you kneel on the floor at night." An Feng said with a smile.

   "Hundan!" Wang Le scolded, "Do I suffer from such severe 'bronchitis'?

   "It's hard to say." An Feng smiled.

   "I'm serious, now there is a choice, she agrees to live in the west, and I have some acquaintances in the west, so I consider whether it is in Los Angeles or in San Francisco."

   "What's so good about staying in Los Angeles? The air is bad, there's traffic jams, and the public security is not very good. Traveling is okay, and I think about picking up girls, but you're already married, so staying for a long time is not a good choice."

   "It means you recommend San Francisco with green mountains and green waters?" Wang Le asked.

   "Of course, don't look at where I live now, the sky here is always so blue, the air is so fresh, and you can go out to play in the sea when you're bored!"

   "Okay, I'll take your opinion!" Wang Le said.

  Wang Le is a solid activist. Before calling An Feng, he was looking at a map in New York to find directions. The next day, he dragged his family and landed in San Francisco—and called An Feng to pick them up in person. Considering that I don't have a four-seater vehicle, I ended up flying a helicopter.

  Seeing Wang Le and his wife at the airport, An Feng greeted him with a smile and hugged him: "I haven't seen you in a few months, the fat on this body can be squeezed out!"

   "Can you not mention this?" Wang Le was depressed. After traveling around the world for more than two months, eating and drinking to his heart's content, he was indeed a little darker and a little fatter.

"It's right to come here. I can urge you to exercise when I have time." After An Feng finished speaking, he hugged Lisa again and praised with a smile: "Mrs. Wang, you are still the same as before, slim and beautiful! To be honest, Wang Le This guy married you, it is really a blessing he has cultivated in several lifetimes!"

  Lisa giggled: "The mouth is so sweet, no wonder Joanna always talks about you."

  An Feng turned sideways and said: "Get on the plane!" According to their request, they made a few circles around at low altitude, and finally they decided to have a pier as well.

  An Feng gave a business card: "I left it when I bought a house last time. The service is not bad. Just check the house, and they will handle other things perfectly for you."

   "Thank you." Wang Le took the business card.

  That night they stayed at An Feng's house, had dinner together, and then gathered in the backyard to chat and tease Xiaobai who had grown up a lot, especially Lisa, who couldn't resist this kind of cuteness. And Wang Le and An Feng were chatting there, talking about their plans for the future.

  Aiming at the things that have not been worked up to now, Wang Le has a high-sounding reason: "Have you ever seen a really rich person need a job?"

   An Feng pointed to himself.

Wang Le ignored him: "Rich people always ask others to work. As long as you have money in your bank account, ask a reliable financial advisor to help you invest in some funds, and occasionally buy some bonds and stocks. Going to work honestly works dozens of times more.”

  An Feng curled his lips: "This is not nonsense, but the premise is that you have to be rich. How many people in the world do you think can be like you?"

   "So this is an enviable talent!" Wang Le shook his hair. In fact, this guy was very low-key when he went to school in China, and he didn't show his landscape.

   "Smelly!" An Feng leaned back in his chair and looked up at the starry sky.

  Wang Le asked: "Do you have any investment plans recently?"

  An Feng nodded: "Yes, there is, but it's over now. Next time, I promise to double or triple the value within five years."

"so smart?"

   "Of course, without looking at who I am."

   "Count me in." Wang Le said.

An Feng nodded: "The next time the public raises funds, if you have spare money, you can invest in it. But let me tell you in advance, it is very valuable, that is, one hundred dollars per share. Considering the principle of fairness, I am afraid I can't give it to you." How many discounts, but I can guarantee that I will earn money in the future."

   "Good buddy!" Wang Le drank the bottle with him.

   "One million starts." An Feng added.

   "No problem, I'm not afraid of you tricking me." Wang Le said with a smile.

  PS: Some book friends asked me to explain the setting of the end.

  I believe that old bookworms can understand at a glance, but let's say a few words at the end. Because the protagonist's stall will be very large, but his personality is lazy. If he still develops desperately without a suitable reason, it will appear "out of character, aimless, running around, running accounts"...so what the author wants to say Not "Doomsday" (in fact, this is also a pit), but to give the protagonist a reason for what he did.

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  (end of this chapter)

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