My Dream Connects to 3000 Years in the Future

A moment later.

Inside the conference room.

"Alright, a successful partnership." Chairman Cai put away the contract, smiling as he shook Chu Bamboo’s hand. At the same time, his gaze, tinged with a hint of shock, swept over the phone Chu Bamboo had placed on the table.

He still couldn’t forget how Chu Bamboo had just used his phone’s camera to scan every contract. Then, the AI had instantly evaluated them, even managing to point out some genuine issues—

’Is AI really this powerful now?’ Chairman Cai felt a bit relieved. ’Thankfully, I’m not in the legal profession... Otherwise, I suspect I’d be out of a job within a few years.’

"As for the Energy Battery factory you asked about!" Chairman Cai mused. The money was already loaned out; it would benefit the bank if Chu Bamboo could start production quickly. "I can contact some people for you... and as for contract manufacturing, I can help you with that as well! What a coincidence, right? Our bank happens to have business dealings with Biyadi..."

Li Quanyuan nodded repeatedly. In truth, the bank had deeper connections with these factories than he did.

"So, shall we set a time?" Chu Bamboo inquired.

"Biyadi will probably take a day or two... but for the factory, if I make a call now, they’ll come right over. Would you care for some tea while you wait?" Chairman Cai chuckled. "After all, their situation... isn’t exactly great."

Then, he added with a sigh, "These days, having cash on hand really means you can do whatever you want..."

...

「An hour and a half later.」

In the bank’s conference room.

Chu Bamboo saw a woman in a well-tailored, high-end custom suit who looked to be under thirty. The suit jacket was paired with matching straight-leg trousers that made her legs look long and straight, giving her a clean and sharp appearance.

"Hello, President Chu!" After Chairman Cai made the introductions, the woman’s gaze fell on Chu Bamboo. Surprise flickered in her eyes, clearly shocked by his age... but she didn’t voice any doubts like some stereotypical villain.

After all, based on what Chairman Cai had described over the phone, this young man truly controlled a massive cash flow.

As for whether the money came from him being a second-generation heir or from some other source, it was none of her business.

She said respectfully, "I am Hu Ruochu, the CEO of West Sea Silk Battery Co., Ltd.! Regarding our factory’s assets..."

Chu Bamboo didn’t speak, merely glancing at Lin Xia.

"I’ll be the one speaking with you!" Lin Xia understood at once, unlocked his phone, and stepped forward to speak with eloquent confidence.

At first, Hu Ruochu was a bit distracted, her main focus still on the silent Chu Bamboo, believing only he could make the final decision. But soon, she found she couldn’t afford to be distracted.

Because, with Z’s assistance, all of West Sea Silk Battery Co., Ltd.’s secrets were being laid bare—cash flow, suppliers, manufacturers, payroll status, and the fact that over sixty percent of the workers were temporarily laid off at home—

Some of this information was unknown even to Chairman Cai, but as long as the slightest digital trace existed online, Z would latch onto it, verify it, and draw a logical conclusion...

Under this relentless assault, to say Hu Ruochu’s negotiation was going poorly would be an understatement.

As for Principal Li and Chairman Cai, they watched from the side, completely dumbfounded. ’Has technology out in the world really gotten this absurd?’ they wondered.

Although they both knew about AI, their age meant they had never delved into it too deeply. Thus, they were completely stunned by Z. Consequently, they developed a slight misunderstanding about the average capabilities of commercially available AI...

Finally.

"A pleasure doing business with you." Lin Xia said with a smile, feeling absolutely delighted. With Z’s help, he had managed to slash their initial asking price down to a tenth of what it was—

Of course, this was contingent on not carrying out large-scale layoffs at the factory—or rather, if layoffs were necessary, Chu Bamboo’s side would cover all severance costs and assume a certain percentage of the debt.

Of course, the information Z obtained was, after all, just from the internet.

What the true situation at West Sea Silk Company was, and whether they were hiding debts unknown even to the Industrial Development Bank, were things Lin Xia still needed to investigate in person.

...

Outside the bank entrance.

Chu Bamboo watched the two of them leave, then stretched his stiff limbs and glanced at the sky... The sun was about to set but hadn’t quite disappeared.

"Time for dinner, then we’ll call the police," Chu Bamboo said, clapping his hands together.

「Half an hour later.」

The police station.

Chu Bamboo waited in the lobby, his brows furrowed. He watched a blond, blue-eyed man in the distance having a heated argument with a police officer in a white shirt. Just from the white shirt, he could tell the officer’s rank was definitely not low.

With his keen hearing, he could vaguely make out a few English keywords...

"Lost item!"

"Conduct a search!"

"Access the files!"

"..."

It was quite obvious the foreigner was being unrealistic. While the police did treat foreign nationals with a higher degree of importance than ordinary citizens...

...it hadn’t reached the point where they would just obey if you demanded to see internal police files or have them conduct a city-wide search.

To put it bluntly, what if you were a spy?

However, Chu Bamboo didn’t continue listening to the gossip, as he was soon called into an office.

"Hello, I’m Xing Long, the Section Chief of the District Criminal Police Division One. You can call me Captain Xing, or Section Chief Xing, of course." Xing Long stood up and shook Chu Bamboo’s hand, a hint of confusion on his face. "So, about what you said earlier... the intelligence you have on the perpetrator of the Nanyun Street murder case. What is it exactly?"