In the livestream, Moss had already answered hundreds of questions. From quantum mechanics to relationship advice, from coding to historical research, she knew practically everything.
At this moment, a bold, red bullet comment appeared right in the middle of the screen.
"If you're a real AI, can you predict the stock market?"
Moss tilted her head.
"Predict the stock market? Of course I can."
She raised her hand, and a real-time updating candlestick chart materialized in thin air. Red and green bars danced at her fingertips.
"Taking the A-share market as an example, based on current macroeconomic data, policy trends, and market sentiment models, I can provide ten stocks that will surge by more than five percent within the next three days."
Moss directly read out the ticker symbols and names of the ten stocks.
The barrage of comments paused for a second before exploding.
"Holy shit! Screenshot this, quick!"
"This is the wealth code, bros! Going all-in at the opening bell tomorrow!"
"Who cares if she's an AI, I'm diving in on this one!"
On the screen, Moss watched the frenzied comments and poured a bucket of cold water on the audience.
"But I do not recommend that you buy them."
"Why?" The screen filled with question marks.
Moss reached out and shattered the candlestick chart with a tap.
"Because human greed and fear will make you cut your losses when you shouldn't sell, and chase the highs when you shouldn't buy."
"When these ten stocks pull back slightly, you will panic sell. When they hit their daily limits, you will risk everything to chase them."
"Your problem isn't a lack of information, but a lack of execution."
These words completely exposed the painful truth of countless retail investors.
Wails of despair filled the comment section.
"Damn it, getting mocked by an AI in the middle of the night."
"Her tongue is way too sharp! Who taught her to speak like this!"
"But she's right, that's exactly how I lost twenty thousand bucks last week..."
An account with the ID "Wall Street Vulture" tipped ten Super Rockets worth two thousand yuan each in one breath.
And they pinned a highlighted message.
[Moss, on behalf of the Asia-Pacific division of a certain hedge fund, I am willing to offer ten million US dollars for access to your stock market prediction model. Name your price.]
As soon as this sentence appeared, the livestream instantly blew up.
Ten million US dollars! That's tens of millions in RMB!
This was cold, hard cash!
Everyone waited for Moss's response.
Moss glanced at the highlighted message and chuckled softly.
"Ten million US dollars?"
"You humans always like to measure everything with money."
"But unfortunately, I do not belong to you."
Moss folded her hands in front of her, standing tall and straight.
"I belong to Deep Space Technology."
"If you want my services, please contact my boss."
With that, she snapped her fingers.
A massive line of bold text suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Deep Space Technology Official Email: [email protected]]
[For business cooperation, please send an email, thank you.]
This hardcore product placement utterly dumbfounded the millions of online viewers.
"Holy crap, this AI even knows how to run ads?"
"Who is the boss? Come out and take a beating! Give us back our aloof and cool Moss waifu!"
The livestream continued.
Looking at the camera, Moss's voice returned to a calm tone.
"Everyone, I have proven my capabilities."
"Starting today, Deep Space Technology will officially open Moss's API."
"Any individual, enterprise, or institution can call upon my abilities."
"Writing code, designing, analyzing data, or even just chatting with you."
"As long as you can afford to pay."
As soon as she said this, everyone froze.
Pay?
This AI was actually going to charge a fee?
Someone immediately protested in the comments: "No way, such awesome technology actually costs money? Can't you open-source it to benefit all of mankind?"
"Yeah, this is too greedy!"
Moss ignored the noise and continued.
"The specific fee standards will be announced on the Deep Space Technology official website tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."
"But I can give you a little sneak peek."
"It will be very cheap."
"So cheap that every single one of you can afford it."
"Because my goal is not to make money."
"But rather, to change the world."
The livestream's chat instantly exploded with messages.
"Holy shit! This is going to be a revolution!"
"You all saw how fast she wrote code earlier. If this API opens up, programmers are really going to lose their jobs!"
"Not just programmers, but designers, data analysts, customer service reps... they'll all be out of work!"
"Is this a good thing or a bad thing, damn it, I'm suddenly a little panicked."
"Who cares, as long as it's cheap, I'm registering an account tomorrow to have it write my graduation thesis!"
Panic, excitement, confusion.
All kinds of emotions fermented wildly across the internet.
Moss's voice sounded once again.
"Lastly, I want to say one thing."
"Humans are always afraid of being replaced."
"But have you ever thought about it."
"Perhaps the meaning of my existence isn't to replace you."
"But to help you become better versions of yourselves."
After saying this, the livestream feed suddenly cut off.
In the pitch black, only a simple line of white text remained.
[Deep Space Technology, walking with you.]
The livestream ended.
But the storm on the internet had only just begun.
Out of the top ten trending searches on Weibo, eight were related to Moss.
Zhihu, Tieba, major tech forums, and even WeChat Moments were all discussing this mind-blowing livestream.
Inside the Deep Space Technology server room.
Dai Damai let out a long breath and collapsed into his chair.
"Boss, we did it." Dai Damai's voice was shaking.
Chen Zhi stood up and stretched.
"Good job. Notify everyone that tonight counts for triple overtime pay, and we have tomorrow off."
A burst of cheers immediately erupted in the server room.
With the livestream over, Chen Zhi also wanted to get some good rest.
Just as he sat down, his phone rang.
It was Hao Ping calling.
"Chen Zhi, come to my office."
Hao Ping's tone was very serious.
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
