Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Zhuang Li walked slowly in the dimly lit corridor, surrounded by a group of black-clad bodyguards, creating a grand scene.
7480 woke up from his drowsy state and said flatteringly: “Master, the chessboard has a virus, why didn’t you remind me earlier?”
“I didn’t expect you to be as stupid as Eugene.” Zhuang Li laughed softly in his mind, holding a mobile phone in his hand, checking the more than 20 missed calls.
“Oh, the god called you many times. It seems that he still cares about you very much. Master, please call him back quickly.” 7480 continued to flatter, and his whole body was shaking.
The more it understood its host, the more it feared him.
“No need to reply, he will come to me by himself.” Zhuang Li put the phone in his trouser pocket and said lazily.
Just at this moment, a figure rushed out from the darkness and approached Zhuang Li quickly.
A group of bodyguards in black immediately rushed forward and captured the other party.
“Master Zhuang, it’s me!” the figure uttered these words with difficulty.
“Mr. Liu?” Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“Master Zhuang, can human wisdom really defeat AI?” Mr. Liu turned around and asked with red eyes. It seemed that this game had dealt a devastating blow to his self-confidence, so much so that he began to doubt the whole world.
“Of course, human wisdom is endless, and AI can never replace humans.
“You are right. The future is indeed the era of AI. They have absolute advantages in many aspects, but their operating mechanism is based on digital calculations, and the growth of their capabilities is also within the limitations of the program. It can be measured and controlled.”
“But human potential has no upper limit and no boundaries. Our creativity, imagination, and ability to interact emotionally are things that AI can never surpass. You have to believe this.”
Zhuang Li walked forward, pointed at Mr. Liu’s frowning brows, and said slowly: “Your greatest wealth is still here, and no one can take it away. The Go that you love is an art, and it is beautiful, but artificial intelligence will never be able to feel this beauty, which is their biggest shortcoming. This world belongs to living beings, not machines.”
Mr. Liu stared blankly at the young man’s sparkling eyes, as if he was mesmerized.
“Let him go, let’s go.” Zhuang Li patted Mr. Liu on the shoulder and left without looking back.
After a long time, Mr. Liu suddenly relaxed his frown, covered his face and smiled with relief. He was very glad that he met Mr. Zhuang at this devastating moment, otherwise he would have never recovered from it and would have completely given up his Go career.
Eugene’s use of brute force of 200 million moves per second almost destroyed his love for Go. He even began to doubt whether what he was pursuing was an art or a numbers game.
But now, he would never doubt himself, life, or his ideals again. Master Zhuang made him absolutely sure that humans could never be defeated by machines, and art could not be replaced by intelligence.
“Thank you.” He took a few quick steps and shouted at the elegant and graceful figure. At the end, he shook his head and laughed: “No wonder Mr. Zhuang has so much gossip. It’s just that he is too charming!”
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Zhuang Li walked through the intricate underground parking lot.
Several bodyguards were leading the way, but suddenly they received a call, and then they ran over and whispered, “Boss, Mr. Zong Zhengming is here, he let us take you over.”
Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows without surprise.
A few minutes later, the group walked to the back of the parking lot and saw a low-key business car parked in the corner. The lights were off, but the windows were slightly open. A tall man was sitting behind the window looking at his phone, his handsome face outlined with sharp lines by the faint light.
Zhuang Li also took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The harsh text message was still on the chat interface.
“Uncle Zong, are you here to teach me a lesson?” Zhuang Li walked over, bent down and looked into the car window.
Zong Zhengming opened the car window all the way and said in a deep voice: “I’m here to apologize. I have many misunderstandings about you.” He took out a cigar, lit it, and when he put it in his mouth, he somehow froze slightly.
Zhuang Li laughed quietly. He knew that his lover must have remembered the saying that “smoking is used to suppress sexual impulses”.
However, Zong Zhengming was only frozen for half a second before he naturally held the cigar in his mouth and took a deep puff.
“You are not as useless as your grandpa said. He had gotten old and there was a generation gap between you and him. He may thus not know you very well. I misunderstood you based on his words. I apologize to you.” Zong Zhengming praised: “Your counterattack today was very beautiful. If your grandpa is watching from heaven, he will be proud of you.”
“What about you? Are you proud of me, Uncle Zong?” Zhuang Li put his hands on the edge of the car window and lowered his waistline to look directly at his lover, with a playful smile on his lips.
Zong Zhengming nodded without hesitation: “Of course, I am proud of you too. You have done a good job and I should trust you.” After he finished speaking, his stern thin lips finally curled up into a gentle arc.
Zhuang Li held up his cell phone and waved it in front of him, then asked with a smile, “Do you still want to keep my mouth shut now?”
Zong Zhengming looked at the text message and smiled helplessly: “No, you have a too powerful mouth, I can’t control you.”
“No, you can control it, you just don’t know how.” Zhuang Li lowered his voice a little, and his narrow eyes narrowed, with an ambiguous light flashing in his pupils.
For some reason, Zong Zhengming suddenly felt a palpitation and subconsciously asked, “Then teach me how to control your mouth.”
“Of course it is.” Zhuang Li suddenly stuck his head into the car window, took the cigar from between his lover’s teeth, gently took a bite of his thin lips that smelled of tobacco, and then laughed very proudly and hoarsely.
The empty underground parking lot spread out his laughter and then reverberated back, creating a bewitching magic.
Zong Zhengming froze in a daze. His thin lips still felt numb from being bitten by sharp teeth, but it also felt as if they had been burned by fire and were hot and painful. His eardrums were tickled by the little curly-haired boy’s laughter, and his mind was completely blank and confused.
He never expected that the other party would be so bold.
Zhuang Li took advantage of his lover’s silence to ask, “Have you ever dreamed of smoking a cigar?”
Zong Zhengming nodded subconsciously.
Zhuang Li smiled slyly again: “It is said that men who dream of smoking cigars are worried about the size. Uncle Zong Zhengming, what is your size? Is it necessary to worry about it in a dream? Is it too big or too small?”
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the part of his lover that could not be concealed at all and nodded with satisfaction: “It seems to be too big.” After speaking, he put the cigar back into his lover’s mouth, touched the other’s burning ear, smiled and waved his hand: “Goodbye, I wish you a good dream tonight.”
Without giving Zong Zhengming any time to react, Zhuang Li turned around and left. A group of bodyguards immediately surrounded him in a grand manner.
It took Zong Zhengming several minutes to get his heartbeat back to normal. He took off the cigar, lowered his eyes and saw that the butt was almost broken by him.
Zong Zhengming’s lips and ears were burning hot, as were his internal organs, limbs, and every drop of blood running through his veins. No one had ever made him feel so strongly, as if the world had suddenly changed from black and white to colorful and splendid.
Everything around him seemed to have come alive.
After a very long time, Zong Zhengming finally uttered three words from between his teeth: “Prodigal son.” At the end, he shook his head and laughed, his eyes concealing a mixture of doting and helplessness that he himself had not even noticed.
He had never seen anyone more daring and uninhibited than Zhuang Li. But the strange thing was that he did not feel the slightest bit of disgust when being teased by a junior.
On the contrary, thinking of the unparalleled charm of Xiao Curly and the handsome men and women around him, he felt irritated, yet he couldn’t suppress his inner love.
The so-called love and hate was probably this kind of feeling.
It was not until this moment that he finally understood Mr. Shao. Facing such a troublesome person, it was really difficult not to try your best to pamper him.
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