Chapter 51: Only My Unique Method Chapter 51: 50 Trillion Calculations Computer

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Still bought a whole crate of the so-called good paper; around 10 p. m., Chen Yi carried two crates and an empty bag to the subway station.

Found a deserted corner, entered the subway on time, he immediately went to the second carriage, then put on the empty bag and tossed the two crates on the floor.

Perfume prices in China are cheap, but whether they work well in the Holy Qiao Kingdom still needs comparison with French goods before a conclusion can be drawn.

After a few easy minutes, the subway stopped steadily at Paris Station.

Chen Yi looked up at the signs overhead and couldn't help thinking: if there really were a civilization that could use such a subway as daily transport, how advanced would that civilization be?

Pushed the door out — still the phone booth under the Eiffel Tower. The weather was fine today, tourists seemed to have increased considerably; many yellow-skinned Chinese people could be seen, or yellow-skinned Easterners. Yet in such a vast space, few people could notice the comings and goings of someone inside a phone booth.

Tour buses were equally unavoidable. Paris taxis are extraordinarily expensive, with diverse fare standards and all kinds of overlord clauses. For example, a 2-euro flag-fall yet a 6-euro minimum charge; on top of that, prices differ by pickup zone, and so on, making newcomers to Paris prefer all sorts of quasi-public transport rather than cabs.

Chen Yi belonged to those who didn't care about such things; he wandered around like an ordinary backpacker for a while, then found another coin-operated phone booth and called Raymond, whom he had met last time.

The Frenchman heard Chinese and was simply overjoyed; he listened while taking notes, then volunteered: "I'll go pick you up, and on the way I can act as your guide."

Chen Yi pondered a moment, then refused: "Get what I need ready; I'll be there right away."

Finished speaking, he hung up the phone, went out and waved.

Raymond waited eagerly at the mall entrance, like a mistress waiting for her man to return, a bellyful of words wanting to spill out.

Chen Yi was pressed for time, ignored his greeting, and the moment they met launched into a string of questions. "All must be natural and eco-friendly; did you write down the varieties clearly?"

"All prepared; here are the French and Chinese translations." Raymond handed Chen Yi the hastily written paper; the Chinese on it was a mess, typos in chaotic profusion, some places even forced to use English annotations, forming a unique style.

Chen Yi gave it a rough scan; famous ones like Chanel were still recognizable, the rest he was clueless about. French isn't as readable as advertised, and French isn't as pleasant to hear as advertised.

Raymond explained there: "You specified 20 bottles of Poetry, 10 bottles of Chanel; the rest, per your request, I prepared 10 bottles each — all quite fine gifts; give them to women, hehe, the effect is sure to be good……"

In his heart he was still thinking: how many women would it take to use up this much perfume? Chinese people sure are rich.

"Poetry," like Chanel, is graded as Level 5 Elemental Substrate in the Holy Qiao Empire, worth over 20,000 gold coins — far higher than Level 5 Scroll Paper.

Of course, its price is over ten thousand times that of a sheet of paper; but paper has a large luck factor, whereas perfume has no such problem at all. Roughly speaking, meticulous production creates standard quality; as long as it's non-synthetic perfume, it at least has a grade evaluation.

On the Magic Continent, Elemental Substrate can increase a Mage's affinity for elements; applied all over the body, magic power rises by a percentage — Level 5 Elemental Substrate raises it by at least fifty percent or more.

Chen Yi spent everyone's money to buy them; besides exchanging for their supplies, he also had the intention of supporting them.

Not necessarily to make the Holy Qiao Kingdom unify the Continent, but at least give them the qualification to turn defense into offense — only then would they have the ability to seize what he wanted.

Recalling the power of the Skill Copy Scroll, Chen Yi attached great importance to this and asked again: "Where are the spices placed?"

Raymond fawned: "All in this crate; I thought you carrying so many things alone might be inconvenient, so on my own initiative I took a crate from the shop……"

"Give them all to me." Chen Yi indifferently took out his credit card and handed it over. Although theoretically the bank could trace his spending records from this, it has little actual significance — too many explanations can be given. China's credit card system is also far less rigorous than the Americans'.

Raymond happily went back to the mall to swipe the card, silently praying: "Virgin Mary" — wonder how many days this commission can keep him in Amsterdam; those chicks would be comfortable to death.

When Raymond returned, Chen Yi had also contacted Xin Biyou Company; their negotiation personnel arrived practically like the wind, utterly unlike ordinary French people.

"Raymond, I'm going to see a few people, didn't bring a translator; will you come with me?" Chen Yi picked up the crates and invited at the same time.

Raymond, nearing middle age, looked quite like a businessman. And Chen Yi did indeed need a translator; doing business with French people in English would surely be inefficient, and his level wasn't enough to sustain a professional meeting.

Foreigners without life pressure can often learn a language purely out of momentary interest. They need not consider whether it's useful for work or widely applicable in the future. This is especially true in European countries; mastering two or three languages is common; Asian language families often arouse Europeans' interest, but few persist.

Raymond obviously has good language talent; his Chinese intonation is ordinary, but his pronunciation is quite clear — this alone is enough to live in a larger Chinese city.

He was of course delighted to connect with a big client, beaming: "My pleasure," then started laughing in Chinese: "Take my car this time; newly bought BMW, good performance."

The newly acquired BMW was indeed good; on Paris highways there was almost no bump. Raymond proudly told how he desperately earned money and even lost car payments, and only after 5 minutes remembered to ask: "Mr. Chen, where are we going?"

"Bristol." Chen Yi gave a hotel name — the one he had booked earlier.

Raymond perked up instantly, loudly: "That's a famous luxury hotel in Paris; I remember Princess Diana said Bristol is her favorite hotel."

At this moment, his French-accented Chinese really sounded like singing.

Chen Yi smiled calmly: "Just to find a place with a conference room."

Raymond continued exercising his salesman talent, droning on about Bristol's 30 distinct suites, the famous designer samples in the corridors, the Turkish bath in the Presidential Suite, the world's top breakfast restaurant. After a long while: "What room did you book?"

"Business Suite, the kind with a conference room." Chen Yi shrugged, then added: "If you perform well, I can leave the room to you for a day when I depart."

"Really?"

The Business Suite is second only to the Presidential Suite; booking is simple, decoration luxurious.

"I'll pay the expense; consider it your reward for translating." Chen Yi affirmed.

The unexpected delight made Raymond overjoyed. His income wasn't low, but the amount he could spend on luxury consumption wasn't much.

Meeting at the Bristol Hotel really was a good idea.

Seeing the meeting address, Xin Biyou immediately increased negotiation engineers from one to three, clearly showing a must-win posture.

The Business Suite was equally impressive; all the decoration and furnishings here change every year, leaving an impression second only to the $1,998 price tag. The Presidential Suite requires advance booking, limited quantity; businessmen stay there less, mostly entertainment industry people who like to show off.

After people arrived, Raymond immediately displayed professional actor caliber; the two negotiation engineers suspected nothing, explaining with even more conviction.

It was Chen Yi who, after pondering a moment, raised another question: "Our company's computer is rather special; I told you before, it's not suitable for on-site installation — how do you handle this?"

"We can complete all work on a virtual machine; you just install it then." The French engineer answered quickly.

Raymond spent half a day translating; Chen Yi fell into thought again.

In his impression, Little Sister seemed quite familiar with supercomputers. Even telling her about this would be safe, might even spark another round of admiration. But he feared problems might arise during installation.

However, supercomputer administrator privileges are extraordinarily powerful — even system data can be concealed and unreported; looking on the bright side, where is there money-making without risk?

At most losing the Siren's control rights.

The three engineers waited quietly until Chen Yi subconsciously drank water, then someone interjected: "Mr. Chen, could you tell us the supercomputer's specific parameters, such as calculation speed, etc.?"

Supercomputers exist all over the world; many countries, even if they can't build their own, have money to buy them. IBM has lived off them for who knows how many years.

Chen Yi said without a trace of worry: "Over Trillion Operations."

Suddenly, the Room fell silent.

The three Engineers were speechless, holding their breath and staring, actually not knowing what to say.

Trillion Operations—wasn't that entering the World's Top 100 Supercomputers?

Let alone an ordinary Enterprise, even the Military Mainframes of various Strong Nations would be doing well to have a supercomputer in the Top 500. If it weren't for the extravagantly luxurious Suite and the Vice President's earnest instruction, what the three should do right now is Turn Around and Leave.

Chen Yi wore an Innocent expression, like a tiger that had eaten the wrong sheep.

Siren is an Abnormal Computer capable of competing for the World Top 10.