My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 129 - 107 Back

Chapter 129: Chapter 107 Back

"The destiny I’ve awaited, how far into the future does it lie?"

No secrets among our own, the answer is... the year 2043!

Brace yourself, for the memoirs from 2043 that follow will show you an anticipated unfolding, a delightful development, and an ending that takes a sudden turn...

So where does the story begin?

Perhaps, having talked with Gao Yuan for so long, I too have come to like finding the threads of fate in history, unraveling and researching my entire life.

That’s right! The thread must be that night’s power outage...

At first, I thought that day’s power outage was just a trap to ensnare feelings of affection.

Later, I discovered that it felt more like a series of connected traps.

Whether it be the murder case that night, or the difficulties Gao Yuan encountered, they were all intricately connected to that power outage...

In hindsight, all clues pointed to Xu Jingsong, even though we had no evidence.

It was quite a coincidence that at the same time as the outage, Changqing Biological’s cold storage UPS (Uninterruptible Power Supply) was conveniently under maintenance, causing a batch of pharmaceutical ingredients that needed to be stored at low temperatures to spoil and become ineffective.

If Gao Yuan had followed the management team’s suggestions and covered up the incident, using these spoilt ingredients as if they were up to standard, then she would have likely faced imprisonment.

Xu Jingsong’s retaliation was stealthy and vicious, aiming to be lethal from the get-go!

Fortunately, Gao Yuan did not lose her senses for the sake of profit.

Twenty-five years of partnership taught me that she was a trustworthy collaborator, both in terms of her capability and her character...

After returning to Su City, I invested 300 million in funds to acquire a 10% stake in Changqing Biological. In doing so, I deepened the cooperation with Gao Yuan and resolved Changqing Biological’s cash flow problems.

I then devoted myself to studying computational biology and, along the way, explored blockchain technology and Bitcoin’s sustained earning power.

With a Bitcoin price trend chart spanning nearly two years in hand, I made another soulless investment with the remaining 70 million worth of Bitcoin.

Initially, this attempt yielded a rich return; in a volatile market, 70 million quickly turned into 100 million.

However, merely five days later, the price changes and trends had completely diverged from the established trajectory, becoming chaotic and unpredictable.

In less than half a month, 100 million dwindled to 50 million, and I had to stop in time.

Once most of the Bitcoin was held by a select few financial institutions, it meant that the power of pricing had been established.

As financial behemoths led by Wall Street gradually acquired market pricing power, the entry of any significant individual investor could be susceptible to the predation of capital.

Just like gold in the bygone years.

And indeed, it was proven that mankind’s fervent pursuit of money made the financial market all the more susceptible to the influence of this tiny butterfly of mine.

I may have only gently nudged the rope of fate, yet it quickly amplified into a sine wave, altering the entire market beyond recognition...

Using the predetermined price curve to form a stable and continuous get-rich-quick scheme, unfortunately, was debunked!

Even though the Bitcoin plan failed, the development of Changqing Biological brought joy.

With 100% ownership, Changqing Biological completely became a private enterprise under our control. Coupled with adequate startup funds, the company’s growth rate exceeded my expectations.

Despite covert suppression from the Xu Group, twenty years later, Changqing Biological still defiantly ranked among the top three massive medical conglomerates domestically!

I must mention, almost as if fated from the start and never leaving our side, the persistent X virus...

From resistance to acceptance, the whole world was forced to come to terms with its periodic mutations and recurring invasions.

Sometimes it disguised itself as having been vanquished by humanity, disappearing without a trace, but before long, it returned with a vengeance, like maggots gnawing at the bone, incredibly vexing.

Recently, a certain national laboratory announced groundbreaking news that a super vaccine capable of eradicating most strains of the X virus had finally emerged this year.

But who knew if this was just another false advertisement?

The dire medical situation facing humanity continued to drive wave after wave of performance highs for global medical companies.

The skyrocketing performance of Changqing Biological had enabled me to leapfrog through social classes, landing me among the one in five thousand domestically with a net worth exceeding one billion.

But what a tragic future it would be, to have the money yet forget the password?

The balance sprawled across my account statement was nothing more than a string of numbers that made my head spin, meaningless.

Therefore, while providing various cutting-edge biotechnologies to accelerate the technological development of Changqing Biological, I also invested heavily in assembling a biological simulation laboratory.

Because Alzheimer’s disease is closely associated with the human nervous system,

I joined the research team as a technical assistant, focusing on attacking the data analysis model of the ’human nervous system.’

It wasn’t until after 2040, following the investment of several billion dollars, that this project began to yield preliminary results.

Although it was just a junior model architecture, judged to only "slightly" expedite the research and development of related biomedical technologies, perhaps it could still be said that I had not lived in vain...

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Meanwhile, as a patient and volunteer, I began to undergo experimental clinical validations by Xiao Yu’s research team.

Time flew to 2043, setting new records.

Just when I almost thought I had finally shed the shackles of fate, one day, as I stood at the stairwell, I suddenly froze...

Was I intending to go up or down the stairs?

While it was inevitably disheartening and disappointing, at least... were we one step closer to our goal?

Life is like that, constantly bringing you to the brink of despair, then offering you hope...

Knowing that I would soon forget the entire world, I chose to return to Beihu.

Back to the familiar yet somewhat estranged hometown, to spend life’s final moments with my loved ones.

How comforting it was that my parents, well into their seventies, were still vigorous, and my grandfather, a centenarian, was still alive, basking in the great joy of four generations under one roof!

Gradually, I became unable to take care of myself and ended up in a wheelchair.

Sitting in the small courtyard at home, listening to Mr. Meng rambling beside my wheelchair, repeating the same childhood stories over and over, I fell asleep with a smile...

Such an ending, though a bit regretful, was barely acceptable.

Yet when I opened my eyes again, it was due to an excruciating pain in my neck, as if being mauled by a wild beast?

"Bang!" I fell into a pool of blood, clutching my neck, witnessing my own blood gushing out and slowly forming a crimson pool before my eyes...

As my consciousness began to blur, in my pale red field of vision, the last thing I saw was a trembling, slightly hunched back.

To me, most memories had already faded with the passage of time.

However, some backs always sway above the currents of time, impossible to dispel.

Just like that Qingming Festival years ago...