The night is getting darker, but Hollywood is still bustling and noisy. Neon lights illuminate the luxury of the city, cover up the brilliance of the stars and moon, and unrestrainedly cast changing colors into the sky.

The luxurious mansions distributed on Beverly Hills are illuminated little by little, and under the lights, the originally dark forests have become a landscape that can be seen from afar.

"I think many people will admit that this is a sad thing." Theron continued, with a somewhat cold face on the TV. "I have heard people say such things that you may not want to appear in the tabloids, but your career forces you to do this. They even think that it is very important for artists to appear in the gossip. But the fact is not that, it is an ugly approach."

The curtains were closed and in the brightly lit living room, the four dogs lying on the chins were pressed against the carpet, on the soft and wide sofa, Charlize lay on his side, watching the talk show played on TV, the side of his nightgown was rising and falling from time to time, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he patted his big hand that was making trouble with some coquettishness.

"Hehe, sorry. It's so human that I can't help but want to uuu~nie!" Andy's chin, who was hugging Charlize from behind, pressing her shoulders, and their cheeks were pressed tightly against the rampant rubies just now, making Emperor Sai a little uncomfortable.

"Also, your slamming of the tabloids will only make them want to chase your news even more."

"Hmph! I don't care. If I keep avoiding these paparazzi carefully from time to time, can you bully me so unscrupulously?" Charlize was very careful about protecting his private life. In order to oppose paparazzi, it is good to cover his face with sunglasses. He often uses bags and books to block his face, so that those paparazzi can not take clear photos.

"Okay, okay..." Andy felt the temperature of Charlize's cheeks rising significantly, and laughed twice, "Do you want to continue exploring the mystery of the black hole together?" Unlocking his nightgown belt, the two of them pressed together.

Charlize turned around and got along with Andy wen, cooperating to support his left leg, and then a trembling muffled groan from his breath...

"Your phone number..."

Andy turned his head and looked at the phone that was buzzing on the bedside table. He turned his upper body helplessly, stretched out his arm and grabbed it. His left hand still hugged the pinkish-faced Saihuang, gently stroked her back, which had not yet evaporated sweat, giving her the most considerate comfort.

"It's me, you said." Andy said directly after answering the phone, without too much politeness.

"Boss, news just came from Washington that the Treasury Department decided to help major financial institutions set up a super fund worth $100 billion to purchase troubled mortgaged securities..."

"Hmm? Do we still have those junk bonds in our hands?" Andy was still a little surprised by the news.

"There is another point, but not much. Most of the things we held before were betting insurance, and not much of the real bond part was involved. After all, it is toxic. Moreover, the acquisition of the Ministry of Finance is only aimed at major financial institutions."

Hearing Badstone's words on the phone, Andy also smashed his mouth. He worked hard before, not only did Saihuang get soaked in sweat, but he also sweated a lot because of the temperature and hard work of the indoor air conditioner. His lips were a little dry. He patted Saihuang's back in his arms, took out the arm of the quilt pillow, lifted the blanket, and got down. He walked to the small freezer in the corner of the bedroom, took out the canned soda water from the inside, opened it and took a sip.

"Then look for Bank of America or Goldman Sachs and sell the little inventory we have. Anyway, it's all garbage, so it's good to exchange for money. It was saved to make the company lose money in the book. Now, since the Ministry of Finance wants to be the savior, then sell it to them. No matter how small the mosquito meat is, it's still meat."

Hearing the boss's whisper, Badstone also tugged the corner of her mouth and said dryly: "Okay boss, I understand. There is another thing. In the past month, according to the latest news and data we have obtained, about 69,000 people have filed for bankruptcy..."

After hanging up the phone, Andy stayed solemnly for a while, but soon raised his hand, took a few mouthfuls of soda, and frowned.

"Dear, what's wrong with you?" Charlize saw Andy's expression and keenly noticed his emotional changes, supported his body, leaned lazily on the pillow, and asked with concern.

"Nothing." Andy stretched his brows, walked to her, sat down, handed her soda, lifted the blanket, spread her arms, and hugged Charlize into her arms, saying with sigh: "This economic crisis is undoubtedly the worst blow to the middle class."

"Well, I have also seen a lot of reports. You should also pay more attention to public opinion. Recently, some media have been too frequent and flattering about your reports. I am worried that it will cause hostility from some people who have suffered severe economic damage."

Andy was a little surprised, and looked down at the beautiful King Sai in her arms, kissed her on the forehead and said, "Your sensitivity surprised me very much. Don't worry, I have prepared a backup plan. In the past few days, New York will release news that my investment company has not been smooth sailing, and losses and profits coexist. However, the returns of my two private equity funds are very considerable, which can disperse the pressure and the public's attention."

Charlize handed the soda to Andy, watched Andy drink it all, and threw it aside, put his cheek in his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "That's good. You should be more vigilant about the media's praise. They have no festivals. How to pursue today and how to belittle the attack tomorrow. I have a deep understanding of..."

Andy tightened the King of Sit in his arms, gently stroked her smooth back up and down, kissed her head a few times, soothing her emotions, and narrowed her eyes slightly. He knew that in the future, after the incident of occupying Wall Street broke out, he might be likely to be affected.

However, he didn't care about the ordinary public pressure. If it really reached a serious point, he would have to throw out a killer weapon in his hand and divert everyone's attention.

Another comfortable and wonderful night has passed. Charlize, who has been fully nourished, not only has his skin moisturized and full, but his whole body's energy has been greatly supplemented. In addition to the charming and lazy feeling he shows, his bright eyes are more sweet and happy.

"What a little bastard!" Charlize smiled sweetly, picked up a rose on the pillow beside him, put it in his nose and sniffed it a few times. He cursed softly at Andy who had slipped away at some point.

Andy, who had just returned home for morning exercise and rinsed her body in the shower, sneezed for no reason, which surprised him a little. He had never been sick since he traveled through time. Could this sneezing be a little cold?

Shaking his head, after washing, he put on his thick bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom, changed his clothes, ate, and drove to school to start his journey of catching up with the course, while continuing to explore and build his artificial intelligence model.

After the last computer applied science course in the morning, Andy turned off his two laptops and started packing while talking and laughing with the classmates around him. However, when he walked out of the classroom surrounded by clad, a smiling old man at the door blocked his way. When he heard that the classmates around him called the other party very politely, Andy was also a little curious about the other party's intention. Could he ask the donation? "Mr. Smith, can you talk?" Lanther invited the young genius billionaire in front of him. To be honest, he always wanted to communicate with the other party. After all, he was a student of his college, and he was also a pioneer who had the ability to start practicing artificial intelligence. However, this kid was not a calm student and had never found an opportunity to communicate well.

"Hello, Dean Lanther, of course, this is my honor." Although Andy was curious about the other party's intention, she still agreed politely. The classmates around him nodded at him and left first, while Andy followed the old Dean Lanther and walked out of the teaching building.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I wanted to communicate with you a long time ago. I heard from Principal Gner that you are developing a game with artificial intelligence programs? Can you introduce it to me?" Old Lanther and Andy walked out of the teaching building, walked to the rest bench under a big tree not far from the left of the building, and sat down, asking straight to the point.

"Hmm?" Andy was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, he would not foolishly think of this computer expert asking about the game. He smiled suddenly: "Of course, it's not as exaggerated as Principal Gner and the media outside said. It's not that it's really equipped with artificial intelligence programs, but it's just a simple application of probability methods and reasoning under uncertain conditions built with big data. It's still tens of thousands of streets away from real artificial intelligence programs."

"Information variation matrix? The frontier of the intersection of computing and statistics!" Old Lanther's eyes couldn't help but emit a bright light, and his eyes stared at Andy's expression change, as if he saw something.

Andy's eyes lit up slightly, but soon smiled and shook his head and said, "Where is the frontier, we are still relying on this method to use data collection to conduct orderly machine memory. We cannot even do machine reasoning. It can only be regarded as a probabilistic method and cannot touch the field of information mutation matrix. It is just a bold attempt, hoping to allow players and games to interact within a certain range."

Andy was not worried about expressing some ideas. After a brief conversation before, he had learned that the old man in front of him should also be studying artificial intelligence. The research direction of artificial intelligence is coexisting with multiple lines, not just one path. Everyone is wary of each other not letting others know. They are good at different directions from research, but communication may bring different inspiration to both parties. This is a normal communication that does not touch the core ideas and technology.
Chapter completed!