Fleur leaned closer to the window and asked the soldier outside, "Do you know how to get me out of here?" The soldier shook his head. "Our supervisor has given clear instructions that helicopters and individuals arriving here must undergo a very thorough inspection. At least three soldiers in charge of the inspection must confirm everything is in order before the helicopter and its passengers can leave." Gritting her teeth in annoyance, Fleur asked, "If I ask the soldier responsible for the inspection to let me go, can I go?" "No," declared the soldier. "It's not just us who are in charge here. The NYPD and the Rothschild family's operatives are also involved. They insist that inspections must be conducted in order. When it's a helicopter's turn, they'll send representatives along with a dozen of our soldiers, all equipped with specialized gear, to surround the helicopter and thoroughly inspect both the helicopter and its passengers." Fleur didn't expect the situation to be mor
With this in her mind, Fleur asked, "What if I just let them open the window and reach out to interfere with the AI judgment? Can this cover my escape?" The soldier shook his head. "AI has priorities. If alarms are triggered for a dozen targets all at once, it will automatically analyze the changes for all of them. If, among those dozen targets, only one has someone coming out, it will determine that this target has the highest priority and will direct everyone to attack that target first." "What the fuck?!" Fleur wailed in great frustration. "What's wrong with the Rothschilds?! Is it necessary for them to come up with so much advanced technology for just one item?!" The soldier shrugged. "We don't know either. Yesterday at midnight, they urgently transferred people from Silicon Valley. They are said to be from the most advanced AI company, and all the top engineering teams are here. After their arrival, they immediately started training their self-developed AI model based on the
Just like a smartphone, even if we had ten thousand apps installed, it was useless if it had no power. Thinking about this, she asked, "What if I cut the power? Will the equipment shut down?" "No," the soldier replied. "Just like what I said, it was possible yesterday, but there is no chance today." "Why not?!" Fleur snapped. The soldier answered, "I don't know what the Rothschilds were thinking last night, but they installed a large backup power supply overnight at every monitoring station. If the power goes out, the backup power can be seamlessly switched to ensure that the equipment is not disconnected, and the battery capacity is high enough to provide at least twelve hours of normal operation for all the equipment at the monitoring point." Then, he added, "Oh, by the way, they moved at least a dozen diesel generators this morning, and it is said that there are also generator trucks. When the power goes out, they can use batteries to provide power while they start the die
Since her enlightenment, Fleur had never doubted herself as much as she did today. Everything that had happened around her felt like chains binding her tightly with no way to break free. At this moment, she felt immensely frustrated and depressed, but there was nothing much she could do. And time was continuously ticking away. The plane Zekeiah had chartered was flying toward the US-Canada border, getting closer and closer to the designated airport. Half an hour had passed, and there were still nine helicopters waiting for inspection ahead of Fleur. At this rate, it would be at least an hour before her turn. Counting the time it took for the inspection, by the time the inspection was completed and they got the clearance to take off, she estimated that the plane would have landed by then. Therefore, Fleur had to choose between two options. She could either have the members of the Qing Eliminating Society rush in to attack the airport and see if they could get the Four-Side
Ottawa, the capital of Canada. It was already morning. While chatting with Helena, Charlie kept checking his phone, anticipating the news of the Four-Sided Treasure Tower's return to Oskia. However, Vera's phone call arrived before the news. Charlie said to Helena, "I need to take this." "Alright." Helena nodded gently. "I'll make you a pot of tea." Upon saying that, she stood up and left the room. Charlie answered the call and asked curiously with a smile, "Miss Lavor, it's still so early in the morning. What's the occasion?" Vera chuckled and said with a delicate voice, "But sir, it's already evening here." "Oh." Charlie chuckled as well. "I forgot about the time difference." Vera smiled and asked, "I need to update you with some news. I wonder if it's convenient for you?" "Yes, of course!" Charlie replied. "Go ahead." Vera began, "I heard that the NSA is using a special force to order a plane to turn around and return to America, and the plane was the one Zekei
Charlie had never understood AI models before, but after listening to Vera's statements, he felt a growing interest in his heart. The power of AI was that it not only had some basic intelligence and logical reasoning ability, but more importantly, it relied on powerful computers and supercomputing power and memory, and it had a huge knowledge base. Before AI, if one wanted a computer to calculate the flight trajectory of a comet, one first needed to know how to calculate the flight trajectory and then use the computer language that the computer could understand to write a set of software that could teach the computer how to calculate the flight trajectory of the comet, and after that, they would have to rely on a supercomputer to run this software before inputting all the relevant data of the comet into it so that the supercomputer could complete the calculation. However, the AI model had long since learned how to calculate the trajectory of a comet through continuous learning an
"I bet she won't be out of New York by the time the news is released," added Charlie. "Should we delay the announcement?" Vera asked. "Let Fleur go through all the trouble to rush over, and then really let her experience what it's like to put in a lot of effort only to end up with nothing." "I thought about it, but I don't know if we can get the timing right," Charlie lamented. "What if the plane arrives earlier than Fleur does? How can we be sure that there's nothing wrong?" Vera smiled and reassured, "The plane will land in more than an hour, but since Homeland Security has made such a big fuss, they must conduct a thorough inspection of the plane to completely rule out any abnormalities. I checked, and Zekeiah rented a Gulfstream G650. It's not very big, but it's more than 30 meters long. The inspection will take hours. There's enough time for Fleur to fly from New York." Speaking of which, Vera added, "It'll be even better if we can find a way to bring Fleur into conflict w
From the time the Four-Sided Treasure Tower was delivered out of the United States, Julien estimated that it should have arrived in Oskia by now, but he hadn't heard of any updates yet. He was looking forward to the bad news from his family after the news from Oskia was announced. However, the lack of news or updates made him anxious. Right at this moment, Charlie knocked on the door and came in. Julien rushed to him and asked anxiously, "Mr. Wade, how is it going? Has the Four-Sided Treasure Tower gotten to Oskia? Why hasn't the news come out yet?" "Relax," Charlie chuckled. "Yes, it has arrived, but the government needs to check and verify its authenticity first. It's a major event that needs to be announced to the public, so they don't want any mistakes. Also, they need time to process the photos, videos, and whatnot, and the TV station has to edit, organize, do post-production, and check for errors before broadcasting the news. All of this takes time." "You're right. They
No one except Raymond expected that the terms would be agreed upon so quickly.He was utterly confident in his judgment and even more so in his value appraisal.He was convinced that once they had a good look, any one of these collectors who could afford twenty million wouldn't miss this bargain.After all, an opportunity to secure an item worth millions more than the price they paid was very rare.In fact, when the other nine collectors heard that the first collector was buying it, it was only to be expected even if it left them all gloomy. They had all held the bronze sculpture in their hands—they knew it was definitely worth that much.However, no one in the room was more shocked than Trippy.He looked utterly flabbergasted, his eyes wide and bulging as he stared at the bronze sculpture while asking himself the same question repeatedly.Was that crap really worth twenty million? How?!While Trippy was still stunned, Raymond had already sent his payment details to the first
Unable to nitpick on the air stewardess' response, Elaine pouted, "Well, try to ask management to improve on your first-class cabins anyway. Maybe even make a premium-class or something since it's not like we can't afford it."The air stewardess quickly said, "We will definitely relay your message to the management."Nodding in satisfaction, Elaine waved her off. "Alright. You can go back to work now."Clearly relieved, the air stewardess bowed her head respectfully. "Always happy to be of service."After the air stewardess left, Jacob asked Elaine in curiosity, "Was the private jet that good?"Elaine rolled her eyes. "Didn't you see the stuff I posted in the chat group?""Not really," Jacob blurted. Elaine was ready to snap at him for not caring, but considering that they had made up now and she shouldn't fuss too much over the little things, she snorted, "Just remember to like and comment on all my posts in the chat group, otherwise, I will make you regret it!""No problem!"
While the ten collectors were taking turns studying the bronze sculpture, Jacob and Elaine were boarding their flight.As they were flying first-class, they had priority over the other passengers and boarded from the separate plug door at the first-class section.The capacity of the Boeing 777 was huge, and the wide-body aircraft could be connected to a special double corridor bridge where first class and business class passengers boarded separately from the economy class passengers.As the terminals to economy class and business class were connected, Elaine and Jacob were able to get through the first-class terminal unimpeded, but the passengers in economy class had a queue of over two hundred passengers. Even as she walked, Elaine was looking over her shoulder and exclaiming at Jacob, "Must be nice being rich! We used to have to queue like the rest of them, waiting for over thirty minutes just to board our flight." "In first class, we may be in the same plane, but we don't hav
Meanwhile, once Raymond had briefed everyone about the rules, he opened the door and invited everyone into Treasure Measure.It was not that wide but appeared spacious since the interior was mostly empty—it was not really crowded even with thirty-ish people.Then, locking the door from the inside, Raymond told them, "I can tell from everyone's faces that we are all veterans here, so I'm sure you understand the rules while appraising: no photos or videos, thank you very much."Indeed, there were many rules that governed the hobby, the most important being respecting the seller's requests and privacy.As the collectors listened, they knew that Raymond was selling but did not want the public to know too much about him.They all nodded, and those who had their phones out slid them back into their pockets.With that, Raymond took out the bronze sculpture that he had brought, leaving Trippy a little surprised.He had never seen the bronze sculpture with his own eyes before, only from
"Alright!" Trippy was at once fawning, tagging along behind Raymond like a little child.Around thirty people were waiting in front of Treasure Measure by now. The collectors came in twos or threes, and all ten numbers had since been taken.Before Raymond arrived, he had a brief look at the collectors' faces through the security cameras before walking over, and he was really relieved to see no familiar faces.Having traded Oskian antiques for years abroad, it was only natural that he was acquainted with some of the elite collectors in the country.He also knew that they were especially demanding with the quality of their collection and wanted almost flawless items. As such, the bronze sculpture which had been completely lost wouldn't interest them.Still, he was also a little concerned that amongst the elite collectors he knew, there might be some who were losing money and losing purchasing power in turn. If they happened to take an interest in the bronze sculpture on top of that,
Trippy grinned. "I mean, just look at my stall—ain't no way I'm getting any business here. Why not let me check out this item of yours? And see how interested they are? I'm really interested in learning and upping my game."Then, as if worried that Raymond would refuse, he quickly added, "Don't worry—I promise to stay in a corner and just watch."Still, Raymond could guess right then that someone must have sent Trippy to spy on him.It didn't matter whether it was Mick, Jacob, or Zachary either—they were all in this plot together, and one knowing meant all three knowing.Trippy was a gossiper in nature. If he was allowed to witness the whole process, everyone down Antique Street would definitely know before long.In fact, he could use someone like that right now, and Trippy had come straight to his doorstep.With that in mind, Raymond smiled, "Come join me if you're interested. It's not like there's anything to hide…"Pausing, he then warned Trippy, "But since you're going in my
After watching Mick's video, Jasmine's opinion of the man improved considerably.She was actually well aware that the decline of Vintage Deluxe was mostly due to Mick's incompetence.However, as Jasmine was now managing a billion-dollar company, she couldn't spare any time to ask many questions about Vintage Deluxe's performance. In her opinion, as long as Vintage Deluxe didn't lose too much money or ruin the reputation they had worked so hard to build, she wasn't interested in a regime change.It was the same mindset as Marianne Long, who begged her father to keep that lane full of food stalls in Hong Kong over sentiment.As such, seeing that Mick actually had some skill pleased her considerably.She couldn't resist checking out the comments of the video too.She saw that many were praising the manager of Vintage Deluxe for taking a tough stand against the scammer as well as how Vintage Deluxe's reputation was long-standing and without comparison.She soon noticed Jacob's comme
Soon, more collectors had gathered outside Treasure Measure even before Raymond showed up at Antique Street, with over ten of them gathered outside in no time at all.Since Raymond had only prepared ten slips, the rest left in disappointment seeing that they had no chance.Even so, the ten collectors who had gotten a number were nervous—save for the first man who had arrived.The details on the online sales post insisted that the price was fixed, and that first-come first-serve applies.If he bought the bronze sculpture, the other nine would have come all this way for nothing.However, if the seller decided to make it an auction, they would have a chance too, although their net profit would thin in turn. After all, they could have acquired the bronze sculpture for just 20 million, and that meant a solid 8 million in profit.An auction would at least raise the price to 27 million, and more would make it chicken feed.If they gave up at that point, it was a waste of a trip.If
Trippy naturally wasn't going to tell Mick everything word-for-word, so he said vaguely, "Uh, they were just being stubborn and refused to listen to anything I said. They kept saying that they wouldn't know until they saw the actual item."Mick got out of bed, staring at his phone as he mused to himself.This was getting a little ridiculous, was it not? A fool who was scammed, actually able to scam someone else? But if he really could sell it, wouldn't all their work be for nothing?With that in mind, he promptly called Zachary, who wasn't even up yet.Ever since he had started working for Don Albert, his daily routine was no longer the same as the days when he was a humble stall owner working on Antique Street, but a man of importance who slept late and woke up late.In the evening, he would be spending his time patrolling Don Albert's night entertainment properties as well as holding meetings with subordinates to decide on management policies and the like. That was why he wo