After the meeting ended, the lights in Henglong Headquarters Building went out one after another.
Chen Xi was the last to leave Meeting Room and sent the electronic version of the Supply Chain conduction path diagram to Encrypted Email of the core team.
Then she stood at the elevator entrance and hesitated for a moment - she was wondering if she should go back and knock on Zhao Chen's door.
Ask him what he meant by "The Butterfly Has Stirred" just now.
But she didn't knock in the end.
From Short Selling Henglong to Tesla hunting, she learned one thing:
Zhao Chen After making the most critical judgment, a completely quiet period of time is needed to rearrange and combine all the variables in the mind.
Any interruption at this time will interrupt the rhythm of his deduction.
The elevator door closed and the floor numbers jumped down one by one.
Zhao Chen is sitting alone in the office, with the latest reports on New Delhi Flu from major media around the world scrolling on Bloomberg Terminal in front of him.
Ministry of Health of India has raised the alert level to the highest level, World Health Organization announced to summon Emergency Committee,
Major international airlines began to cancel flights to and from New Delhi,
Chip industry analysts are beginning to reassess the impact of Supply Chain disruptions in South Asia on global Semiconductors production capacity.
He read these messages one by one, and his inner uneasiness became more and more intense--
Every major event he experienced before his rebirth, from the ups and downs of Bitcoin to the crisis of Tesla,
From the Nvidia Financial Report plunge to the Baijiu plate limit, every one of them accurately stepped on the time node in his memory.
Only this time, it was wrong.
It's not that the time is wrong, it's that the geographical coordinates of the entire event have been moved.
If the location of New Delhi Flu can be shifted, what about the next thing?
Can Bidiya and Blade Battery still be released as scheduled?
Can Tesla's Shanghai factory still be put into production on time?
Will Nvidia's Data Center business still explode as scheduled?
All the cards in his hand are played based on the premise that "the future will not change".
If this premise is no longer true, then every decision he has made in the past few years will
Everything may change from "accurate prediction" to "wrong bet" overnight.
He turned off Bloomberg Terminal, turned the lights in the office to the darkest level, leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
The tea in Zisha Pot was already cold, so he didn't ask the assistant to come in and change it.
At some point he fell asleep.
In the dream, he stood in the Launch Site of Boca Chica, and the sunshine of Texas was as bright as in memory,
Starworm The same prototype as Stainless Steel Water Tower stands on the launch pad.
The silver-gray shell reflects the dazzling white light.
Elon Musk squatted under Raptor engine,
Holding a piece of Carbon Fiber Composite Material in his hand, he looked up at him and said--
"Zhao, there is a parameter error in the Tethered Test data of Starworm, and the ignition sequence needs to be recalculated.
Your data is wrong."
"Which parameter?"
"The one you didn't count.
You said the test will be successful, but I must eliminate the hidden dangers in the ignition timing in advance.
There is no such deviation in the timeline you gave me."
Zhao Chen squatted down in his dream, wanting to take the carbon fiber plate from Elon Musk's hand and take a look for himself.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Starworm and Raptor engine suddenly let out a low roar.
The entire Launch Site ground began to shake.
The alarm light in the control center turned into a sea of red.
Elon Musk turned his head and looked at him, his expression was not one of fear, but a kind of calm that Zhao Chen had never seen on this man's face.
He said--
"Zhao, it doesn't matter if your data is wrong. Because I don't bet Starship's security entirely on your data. I never have.
I staked them on every weld and line of code that was revised over and over again under the engine."
Zhao Chen opened his eyes suddenly.
The lights in the office were still dim, and the Bloomberg Terminal alert light flashed rhythmically in the corner.
He sat up, with a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
The tea cup next to Zisha Pot was changed at some point--
The tea is still warm, and the circle of tea stains on the inside of the lid is still there, but the body of the pot has been wiped clean.
Probably Su Wantang came here tonight before Foundation left after working overtime.
I saw him curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. I didn't wake him up, but just changed the tea.
Put a piece of Thin Blanket on the armrest of the sofa, then close the door and leave.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
The scene in the dream was still spinning in his mind, and Elon Musk's words were like a laser beam passing through all the chaos in his mind these past few days--
He was overwhelmed by the fear of betrayal from his reborn memory,
He was afraid that the big ship Henglong would hit the rocks after the prophet's ability failed.
He thought that every battle he had won over the years was based on that map.
But Elon Musk said in the dream that he did not bet all Starship's safety on Zhao Chen's data.
So what is he betting on Starship?
Every weld and every line of code under the engine has been revised repeatedly.
Zhao Chen Put the teacup on the table and open the desk drawer.
Take out a blank Henglong Letterhead and Fountain Pen.
He wrote a few lines on the paper:
"The map will be old, but the steering wheel will not be.
Starship does not rely on any set of data to survive,
It relies on every fault under the engine that can be repaired and every welding parameter that can be corrected.
Same goes for Henglong.
Short Selling Henglong relies not on knowing where the stock price will fall.
It's about knowing how to prepare every counterattack in advance before falling to the deepest point.
Bitcoin does not rely on knowing that the currency price will rise to 17,000.
It is knowing how not to be swallowed up by greed when the market reaches its highest point.
What Tesla relies on is not knowing that Liquidation Threshold is at 178,
It's about knowing how much ammunition you still have in hand to fire out when 178 comes.
And do you dare to reload after firing the last bullet?
These are not precognitions, they are judgments."
He put down the pen, looked at these lines on the paper, and suddenly smiled.
He smiled for the first time in days - not at his past fears,
It's the relief you feel after you figure something out and pull yourself out of a certain thought Black Hole.
He always thought that his most valuable thing was the map of the future.
But now he realizes that what he is really valuable is no longer that.
Even if the coordinates on the map were changed beyond recognition by a butterfly flapping its wings, he would still be him--
That Zhao Chen who dared to bet all his wealth when Henglong Holdings was beaten by Short Selling,
The Zhao Chen who dared to rush into the Baijiu limit when everyone was running out,
When Wall Street Short-Selling Alliance hit the stock price to 178, Zhao Chen spent all his ammunition to catch the hit.
These were not given to him by the prophet's memory, these were his own.
He stood up and walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The morning fog Two Rivers Confluence outside the window has not cleared yet, and the Chaotianmen Bridge steel cables are looming in the gray sky.
He picked up his cell phone and wanted to send a message to Elon Musk. He typed a few lines and then deleted them. In the end, he only sent one sentence--
"Your Starship will definitely succeed."