Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Xu Lin appeared in the president's office at Fuda University.
In addition to the president, there were several other leaders, including the dean of the School of Artificial Intelligence.
"Young Master Xu, I think this information is very important and it's unavoidable that it will spread later on. What do you think?"
"Let it spread, it's not anything important."
Xu Lin flicked the ash from his cigarette, "The development of science often depends not on individuals pushing it forward, but on a group of people completing it together. For example, I study mathematics, you study physics, and together we advance a small field. Meanwhile, others also do the same thing until the total amount accumulates to a certain extent, and some years later, technology experiences a big explosion."
What Xu Lin meant was, let everyone work on it together.
As for producing an AI as advanced as Moon God,
that's impossible.
