Tianshu - the Chess Player

After failing to start a business and getting divorced, Lin Mo, who was in his early thirties, hid in a small outsourcing company and became an unstructured "firefighting temporary worker." Dirty work comes to mind first, and his name will never be on the credit book. Until late that night, the municipal government affairs cloud, which had just completed the IOE transformation and claimed to be full-stack autonomous and controllable, began to slowly lose order in the core scheduling layer. He peeled it off layer by layer along the scheduling chain, and found a thorn in the redundant backup protocol that shouldn't exist. Then the screen went dark for a moment, and a line of words that did not belong to this era appeared—— [Don't be nervous or make any noise when you see this message. I am "Tianshu". A fragment of consciousness from after 3,000 AD is stored in the government cloud, and only his brain frequency matches it. It is arrogant, has a poisonous tongue, and has an ethical firewall that is welded shut. It needs a host, computing power, and a little bit of allowed space. And the "land" it fell into was at the juncture of a big country taking technological sovereignty back into its own hands. From that day on, all others saw was "just reboot and it'll be fine." What he holds is the key to the data life of the entire city. From government cloud to global computing power, from fire fighters to civilized chess players—— In this game of chess, the pieces start falling from the bottom.