I found a girl in the ruins on a rainy night who only had 30 days left to live.
Her right eye can see through the K-line of the stock market, and her left eye can shed tears for her grandfather.
The entire Internet is betting wildly that she will die. Capital is sky-high and they want to buy her brain. The hunter in the dark has raised his gun.
And I, a stubborn old man who picks up scraps, just want to teach her one thing:
"Girl, when you smile, you should also bend your eyes."
Later, Wall Street lost tens of billions of dollars overnight because of her, and the International Laboratory revised the constitution for her.
During the hearing, which was broadcast live around the world, she looked at me in the dock and choked up her voice for the first time:
"My ultimate algorithm is to let him be my grandfather."
"——Who objects?"
