After the Billionaire's Empire Crumbled, I Turned Things Around with AI

At eight tomorrow morning, Qingzhou's old timber mill will be inventoried. Thirty local families are saddled with 5.1 million yuan in guarantees, guarding a warehouse full of catalpa wood and a planer that's about to be hauled away. My name is Lu Xiaoyao. I used to manage the finances for the country's richest tycoon's group. After the group imploded, I planned to return to my hometown and lie low for a couple of days, but I was dragged into this old debt. First, we saved the workshop. Then we started with an electronic photo album made from catalpa wood: we had the circuit boards prototyped in Shenzhen, integrated voice algorithms from Toronto, and finally brought the product to market in Hong Kong. Just as the first batch of orders began bringing in payments, old approval documents for a 200-million-yuan special fund from the group resurfaced. My name was on them. The former richest man still hopes to use AI to build himself another empire. The workers are waiting for their wages, the homebuyers for their keys, and I have to answer one question: Why didn't I stop it back then? If one person's glory means gambling with other people's lives, will I sign again this time?