"Lin, I own an artificial intelligence company. Are you interested? Aren't you also working on AI for mobile phones? It would definitely be helpful to you!"
"Hey, Lao Ma, what would I need that thing for? Isn't AI on phones just for fooling consumers? How many people have you actually seen using it?"
Musk thought about it and realized it made sense. Siri is just a moron, and he, Musk, never uses it anyway. In the time it would take to call out Siri, he could have already completed the operation himself.
"I also own a smartphone company, do you want it?"
"Old Ma, making mobile phones is just a side business for me. Look, I don't even care about Xiaomi Technology anymore. I'm selling milk tea on Meidi every day. I'm not interested in smartphones."
Musk was speechless; he really didn't want to sell the remaining companies.
"Then I'll go back and see if there's anything useless... oh no, I mean, if there's any company that could be of use to you. I'll come visit you again tomorrow."
"Hey, Lao Ma, I might not be here tomorrow."
"Hmm? You're going out again?"
"No, that's not it. I'm just short of money, so I'm planning to list TC on the stock exchange and raise some funds."
Musk looked at Lin Chen with envy. He also wanted to raise funds, but with Tesla's current business situation and reputation, it would be strange if he could raise funds. Those bigwigs in the oil car capital market couldn't wait for him to go bankrupt.
"Why don't you put in a few points too?"
As soon as Lin Chen said that, Musk got so angry that he stormed off. "Where the hell am I supposed to get the money to invest?"
Back at the company, Musk thought about the companies he owned.
Rockets, high-speed rail, tunnels, and satellites—these four companies absolutely cannot be sold. Even if I wanted to sell them, Trump wouldn't allow it.
Lin Chen doesn't want artificial intelligence or smartphone companies.
That leaves only two companies: those specializing in brain-computer interfaces and those specializing in photovoltaic power generation.
He really doesn't want to give up these two companies; photovoltaic power generation is an important direction for his future development.
In his plan, in the future, families who buy Teslas will install photovoltaic power generation equipment, so that charging Teslas will be free.
If Tesla truly achieves zero operating costs, its competitiveness will be maximized. If that's really achieved, what will gasoline cars have to compete with?
Brain-computer interfaces involve another of Musk's projects—Metaverse!
In Musk's vision, this world is fake, perhaps just a game played by the creator. The limitation of human lifespan will trap humanity permanently in the Milky Way, preventing us from exploring the truth of this world.
There is only one way to uncover the truth of this world: to build a completely new universe!
A universe without a physical body, only a spirit!
After uploading human consciousness to the metaverse, humans can achieve immortality. Then, by controlling robots with human consciousness, we can break free from the limitations of lifespan and truly achieve great exploration of the universe!
After gritting his teeth, Musk decided to sell the two companies to Lin Chen.
If Tesla goes bankrupt, then solar companies will be meaningless.
Brain-computer interfaces, on the other hand, are a project of the future, and it's unknown how many years of research will be needed to realize them.
Musk finally made up his mind and came to find Lin Chen early the next morning, only to be told that Lin Chen had not returned the previous night.
Musk: ? ? ?
That's right, Lin Chen stayed in a hotel last night to avoid Musk, turned off his phone, and slept until noon.
After getting up and having lunch at the hotel restaurant, Lin Chen went straight to the company. Today was the day to start TC's IPO plan.
When I arrived at the company, Xiao Fa, Ye Qian, Zhang San, and An Rou were already there. Even Su Xiaowan was called over by Lin Chen at the last minute, after all, she was a top student majoring in finance.
"Boss, I've already found a team. It's a very famous IPO assistance team in California that has helped many well-known companies go public."
"Okay, we must find professionals. What we lack most right now is time. Let's get started."
At Lin Chen's command, the entire listing assistance team sprang into action.
Fortunately, TC has not been established for long and the data is relatively clear. It will take at most a week to organize the information and submit it to the NYSE for listing.
At that moment, the receptionist came in and said...
"Mr. Lin, there's a gentleman at the door who claims to be Elon Musk looking for you. Should we bring him in?"
Lin Chen thought for a moment and then said.
"No need, I'll meet him at the door."
So, Lin Chen and the receptionist went to the door together.
"Old Ma, what brings you here again? I'm busy here."
"Ahem, didn't we agree yesterday that I would go back and see which companies would be useful to you, and then come back to discuss it with you?"
"Alright then, let's go downstairs to the coffee shop to talk. They're preparing for the IPO there, so it's not convenient for you to go in."
"Okay, sure."
Musk said enviously.
The two went downstairs to the coffee shop, ordered two coffees, and Musk couldn't wait to speak.
"Lin, I also have two other companies. One is a photovoltaic technology company. Think about it, once your electric car is launched in China, and those who buy the electric car also install photovoltaic equipment in their homes, wouldn't they not even need to pay their own electricity bills? Wouldn't that be very competitive?"
Lin Chen remained noncommittal, instead asking a question.
"What about the other one?"
"The other company is a brain-computer interface company that mainly studies biological sciences, and its ultimate goal is to upload human consciousness into the form of data."
Lin Chen twitched the corner of his mouth. He had no interest in this. If there was no body and only a consciousness remained, wouldn't that be just a ghost? What would be the point?
So he shook his head decisively and said.
I'm not interested in either of these companies.
Musk wore an "I knew it" expression.
"Lin, tell me, what do you want? If you don't want anything, you won't waste so much time stringing me along."
"Haha, Lao Ma, what are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Isn't that so?
"All right."
Lin Chen looked into Musk's eyes and said in a low voice.
"I want all of SpaceX's research data!"
Musk's pupils contracted. After the initial shock, he looked around and asked in a low voice.
"Lin, that's impossible. Even if I agreed, Trump wouldn't agree."
Lin Chen waved his hand.
"I never said I wanted to buy SpaceX. I just want these research materials. You can sell me any company later, I'll offer a higher price, and you can secretly give me these materials as a bonus. Nobody will know."
Upon hearing this, Musk was caught in a mental struggle.
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