Pick Up An Apocalyptic World

The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.

A cramped office cum meeting room cum dormitory.

According to their agreement, no matter whether they have borrowed money or not, they will come back here to gather.

Thick smoke was in the air.

There are currently only three people in the conference room, Zhang Wenda, Qian Jiahao, and Zhao Zhiming. Wu Lifeng is still borrowing money outside and has not returned.

All three of them were haggard and bloodshot in their eyes. It was obvious that they hadn't slept much yesterday.

Zhang Wenda put down the phone in his hand and rubbed his forehead with both hands to relieve his fatigue.

The amount of one million is too much. He has searched all the places he can borrow, and in the end he can only borrow 50,000 yuan.

And of the 50,000 yuan, 40,000 yuan was the private money from my mother in the family, and the other 10,000 yuan was borrowed from relatives and friends. Borrow 1,000 here and 2,000 there, and slowly collect it together.

There was no more. He did not give up. He was still looking for people who might lend him money. He called, WeChat, and people he knew a little bit, but he looked down and borrowed.

Dididi.

The WeChat message prompt sounded.

Zhang Wenda quickly picked up the phone and looked, then a trace of disappointment flashed across his face.

Zhang Wenda put down his phone and raised his head and asked, "Brother Hao, Brother Ming, how much money have you two raised? I only raised 50,000 yuan here."

He was a little embarrassed to finish speaking. The quota allocated to everyone was 250,000 yuan, but now he has only completed 20% of the quota.

How can you raise a million?

If he didn't know that Star Technology could provide artificial intelligence authorization before, Zhang Wenda would still feel bad.

But now that there is hope, he is just a little bit short of money, which makes him feel unwilling.

Qian Jiahao also put down the mobile phone in his hand and said with a tired face: "I have a little more here, but not much more. So far, only 85,000 have been raised."

"I'm about the same as Brother Hao, it's only 100,000 yuan." It was Zhao Zhiming.

After speaking, the three of them looked at each other, let alone 750,000 yuan, and now the total of the three people's money is less than 250,000 yuan, and even one person's quota has not been completed.

They also want to work hard to make up the money, but the three of them are not children of the rich. Now they are mainly relying on the help of their parents to raise this part of the money. Otherwise, they simply rely on the money borrowed by other friends. I'm afraid it doesn't have 50,000 yuan.

Zhang Wenda sighed and said, "Hey, no chance. It seems we are destined to disband."

Suddenly, he slammed the table, startling the other two people.

Zhang Wenda said angrily: "Not reconciled, it's fine if there was no hope before, but now there is hope, it has become like this."

Zhao Zhiming sighed and said, "What can we do? We can't raise money, that is, we can't raise money. We have worked hard, and there is really no way. In the end, we can't do it. We can only say that we are destined to fix this "Witcher World". "

Qian Jiahao said faintly from the side: "Don't be discouraged, isn't Angkor here yet? Maybe he is here and he will make up for the remaining price difference."

Zhao Zhiming glanced at him, and then slowly said, "Is it possible? If Angkor is a rich second generation, there is still this opportunity. His family is not much different from everyone's family. Where can there be more? Now? There is still seventy-six thousand and sixty-five thousand away from one million, do you think it is possible?"

Qian Jiahao slammed his own hair with his hands. In fact, he felt it was impossible, saying it was just to comfort himself.

Zhang Wenda asked, "Do you know where Angkor has gone? I didn't mean to gather here at ten o'clock. It's ten o'clock now, and I haven't seen him yet."

"I heard from him yesterday that he seemed to be going home, maybe he went home to convince his parents to go." Zhao Zhiming replied.

Of the four people’s home, only Wu Lifeng’s home is in Hangzhou, and the other people’s homes are in other places. So last night, when they decided to raise money, the others communicated with their parents on the phone. Only Wu Lifeng went home directly. .

Zhang Wenda nodded and said, "Hey, when Angkor comes back, we will disband."

The other two remained silent, expressing acquiescence.

When the three of them knew that the fundraising this time was hopeless, the three of them stopped borrowing money from other friends and turned off their own phones.

For a while, the meeting room fell silent, leaving only the white smoke in the air.

It took another while.

Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a figure appeared at the door.

"Ahem, are you crazy, smoking without opening the window?" It was Wu Lifeng who came in, ran to the window, opened the window, and slapped it a few times with his hand.

After talking, there were no waiting for a few people to answer, and he said with a look of excitement: "Brothers, how much money have you guys raised? I have raised a full 500,000 yuan here. This is more than money to buy artificial intelligence licenses. Money for subsequent development and listing is also available."

After Wu Lifeng finished speaking, he found that several other people were quiet, and asked strangely: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhang Wenda said weakly, "Angkor, the total of the three of us raised is only more than 240,000. Even if you add your 500,000, it is still more than 250,000."

At this moment, the three of them were the most embarrassing.

It would be nice to say if Wu Lifeng only raised his own share, but what everyone didn't expect was that Wu Lifeng had overfulfilled his own share.

In an instant, Wu Lifeng's originally happy face instantly cooled down.

This feeling of falling from the sky to the ground, even underground, is really uncomfortable.

Qian Jiahao downturned his head and said, "I'm sorry, Angkor, I tried my best."

Wu Lifeng came back to his senses, looking at them with anticipation on his face, and asked in a low voice: "It's okay, there are only two hundred and fifty thousand left, everyone think of a solution?"

"Angkor, it really doesn't work anymore. My mother has already given me all the money she was going to give me to marry a wife?" Zhao Zhiming lowered her head and explained.

Wu Lifeng did not speak, his eyes swept across the faces of Zhang Wenda and Qian Jiahao.

Zhang Wenda opened his mouth, trying to say something, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

Seeing this, Wu Lifeng knew that they had really tried their best.

"Gather the money you raised and give it to me, and I will raise the remaining money." Wu Lifeng said with firm eyes, and he ran out after speaking.

The three of them looked stunned. When did Angkor's family become so rich, they have raised half a million, and there is still money?

No matter what, the three of them put the money they raised into Wu Lifeng's account.

After more than an hour, Wu Lifeng, panting, pushed open the door, smiled with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Brothers, it's done."

The three were stunned for a while, then a burst of cheers broke out in the conference room.

After Wu Lifeng paid one million China coins as quickly as possible, a document was transferred to their computer.

Star Technology's first share authorization was reached.

No one thought that the first share authorization of artificial intelligence was actually completed by an individual.

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