Open Source

"President Lu, may I ask why you made this decision?"

The reporters below the stage couldn't hold back their questions, voices raised in urgency.

"Does this mean Yuanlong Technology is abandoning its leading advantage in the field of artificial intelligence?"

Lu Chenyuan raised his hand, signaling for silence.

"Open-sourcing is not abandonment—it’s about building a broader ecosystem."

His voice was steady and firm, carrying an air of unshakable confidence.

"The future of AI shouldn’t be confined to the servers of a handful of corporations. It should be like water and electricity—a fundamental infrastructure that empowers every industry."

"By open-sourcing 'Nuwa,' Yuanlong Technology aims to provide this industry with a high-standard foundation. We welcome developers, enterprises, and research institutions worldwide to build their own applications on this foundation and create even greater value."

"What we’re giving up are trivial gains. What we want is the boundless potential of the entire industry."

Lu Chenyuan’s words landed with undeniable weight.

The shocked, puzzled gazes in the room gradually shifted to awe—even admiration.

Vision.

This was the difference in vision.

While others were still scheming to monopolize their own goldmines, Lu Chenyuan was redefining the rules of the entire industry.

He wasn’t content with being a miner.

He wanted to be the one who set the standards for trading gold.

That night, Yuanlong’s open-source announcement ignited China’s tech sphere.

Soon after, the storm swept across the globe.

Countless tech forums and developer communities erupted in frenzy.

The code of "Nuwa" spread like a virus through the computers of developers worldwide.

Small and medium-sized enterprises saw a chance to leap ahead.

University labs gained an unprecedented research tool.

With this move, Lu Chenyuan single-handedly lowered the global technical threshold for AI by a significant margin.

More importantly, as everyone began developing based on "Nuwa’s" architecture, Yuanlong Technology became the de facto standard-setter.

Every future AI-related business model, ethical framework, and legal regulation would inevitably revolve around Yuanlong.

The day after the open-source announcement,

Lu Chenyuan instructed Lin Yuan to collaborate with the Mo Group in establishing the "China AI Industry Development and Security Alliance."

They proactively invited government ministries, top legal experts, and ethicists to discuss the opportunities and challenges brought by AI advancement.

This was his political acumen as a former poverty alleviation official.

In an era of rapid technological advancement, one must always hold the reins firmly.

Rules must be built on a foundation that benefits the nation and society.

In this endeavor, the Mo family displayed astonishing efficiency.

Mo Qingli personally took charge, mobilizing the Mo family’s resources across political, business, and academic circles to work closely with Yuanlong.

The collaboration between the two companies had far surpassed mere business interests.

They were laying the strongest possible foundation for China’s global competitiveness in the coming era.

Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli—though their relationship had yet to be officially announced—had already become the most powerful and influential golden duo among China’s new generation of entrepreneurs.

Every joint appearance signaled a shift in the industry’s winds.

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Yuanlong’s meteoric rise also triggered unexpected ripple effects.

At the Lu family’s ancestral home,

a family banquet unfolded in an atmosphere of unprecedented harmony.

"Chenyuan is truly remarkable!" Fourth Uncle Lu Minggong exclaimed, raising his glass with a beaming face.

"Lu Corporation’s stock has surged nearly 20% this month! My dividends alone are more than I used to earn in a year of scrambling!"

"Absolutely!" Third Uncle Lu Mingde chimed in.

"Before, we wasted energy fighting for board seats, and the company barely improved. Now? Leave the work to the professionals—we just sit back and collect the money!"

Ever since Lu Chenyuan decisively transferred Lu Corporation’s shares into a trust, stripping the family of management control,

there had been initial grumbling.

But once they saw how the company’s efficiency and profitability soared under professional management—with dividends far exceeding past earnings—their complaints vanished.

This time, with Yuanlong’s soaring reputation, Lu Corporation, as Lu Chenyuan’s original foundation, also rode the wave, becoming the hottest commodity in the capital markets.

Tangible benefits spoke louder than any lecture.

Even Second Uncle Lu Mingshi, who had long harbored resentment toward Lu Chenyuan, silently sipped his wine without objection.

After being forced out of the disastrous Sheng Tian Real Estate venture and losing control of the company, he had been listless for a while.

But freed from the shackles of power, he found unexpected ease—spending his days gardening, admiring antiques, and rediscovering the refined tastes of his youth.

Now, seeing Yuanlong’s achievements and recalling his own stubborn focus on traditional real estate, he felt a pang of belated fear… and relief.

He had to admit: his nephew saw further—and acted more decisively—than he ever had.

Entrusting the Lu family to him might truly have been the best choice.

At the head of the table, Old Master Lu Chengsi watched his harmonious family with deep satisfaction.

This had once been his greatest fear—brothers at odds, the family in decline.

Yet Lu Chenyuan had resolved it all in his own way.

He severed the root of their infighting—power.

Then he replaced it with something far more irresistible: a shared, colossal reward.

This strategy was far more masterful than anything the old man had ever devised.

"Where is Chenyuan? Why hasn’t he come home again?" Lu Chengsi asked, scanning the room.

The smiles around the table faltered slightly.

"Eldest Brother is… busy," a younger cousin murmured. "I heard he just returned from abroad and is meeting with ministry officials… then discussing collaboration with the Mo family…"

The old man’s smile faded into a long sigh.

"Yes. Busy."

He raised his glass and drank alone.

The wine was fine. The dishes, exquisite.

The family, united.

Yet his heart felt hollow.

The grandson he valued most—and owed the most—seemed to drift further from this home with each passing day.

He had lifted the Lu family to new heights, yet he himself no longer stepped beneath this roof.

A trace of sorrow flickered in the old man’s clouded eyes.

Some fractures, once formed, could never truly heal.

Lu Chenyuan had changed.

Irrevocably.