After Being Laid Off, the Sweeping Robot Taught Me How to Become the Richest Man

When I received the layoff notice, my rental contract expired. He was so poor that he slept on an overpass but accidentally picked up a broken AI. It blinked its electronic eyes: "Want to counterattack? Follow me and learn." Three months later, I became rich thanks to the unpopular assets recommended by AI and bought the former company building. At the financial summit, the daughter of the richest man proposed to me publicly, but I pointed to the audience: "Sorry, my AI said your daughter is a virus program." The alarm suddenly sounded, her skin peeled off to reveal her metal skeleton, and the gun was pointed at my head: "When did you find out?"