Dawn of a New Era-Chapter 582 - 556: Anything Else to Sign?

Chen Shouyi lay for a while, waiting for his mind to recover slightly, then got up and walked down from the bed, reaching out to pull open the curtains.

"Pop pop pop!"

Outside, the street lights emitted a dim yellow glow, and several moths kept hitting the lampshade, making a "pop pop" sound.

"This time the optimization of deep meditation and self-cultivation is quite bizarre, seemingly evolving to the root of the mind. The entire consciousness, including the mysterious subconscious, holds no more mysteries in my eyes, all is laid bare before me." Chen Shouyi pondered:

"So this is what it means to illuminate oneself."

"And that light, it must be... Divinity!?"

Chen Shouyi had seen divinity before, but only in others.

But he had never seen his own divinity, nor sensed it.

It always hid in the depths of consciousness and soul, ethereal, elusive, as if it didn’t exist at all.

Until today, he finally saw it with his own eyes.

Of course, it can’t be called seeing.

It was more like a psychic feeling.

More shocking than what the eyes could see, filled with endless information.

The eyes, due to biological sensory limitations, cannot see the true essence of things.

For example, human eyes can only receive two-dimensional information, unable to see three-dimensional (3D) images.

The reason we can perceive a sphere as three-dimensional and form the concept of a sphere in our minds is entirely due to the light and shadow changes on the sphere.

If the sphere emits strong light or absolute darkness, the human eye can no longer discern whether it is a sphere or a circle.

A 3D painting or a 3D movie can completely deceive the eyes.

But the mind has no such restriction; it is three-dimensional.

It can simultaneously see the front, back, and even inside of objects.

Adding just one more dimension, the information it carries increases exponentially.

Two-dimensional images can be expressed with flat pixels, but three-dimensional images, seemingly only adding one dimension, suddenly have innumerable orders of magnitude more information.

And when deeply meditating, the brain’s self-protection valve becomes almost non-existent, leading to endless information frantically pouring into the mind. Even with Chen Shouyi’s intelligence of 19.9, it was almost clogged with information, making his whole head feel dizzy.

...

"But...is this still deep meditation and self-cultivation?

It’s almost completely overturned, with no similarities at all."

Chen Shouyi thought to himself, standing by the window for quite a while, feeling his mind almost fully recovered, preparing to draw the curtains and personally experiment to see if everything earlier was just a dream.

What is the reality?

It still requires personal experience.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a slight oddity. He keenly noticed that before his hand even touched the curtain, it started to slowly close by itself.

His hand paused slightly, watching the still swaying curtain, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"I haven’t even pulled it, nor focused my will, just...had a thought of pulling the curtain, and it closed automatically!?"

"Is my will really that strong?" he looked incredulous.

Chen Shouyi quickly checked the attribute panel and found no change in will, feeling somewhat excited:

"Could it be that with this reading of the subconscious, the conscious and subconscious have basically unified, obeying a single will?"

"Even without focusing, the mind can manifest power?"

He then closed his eyes, paced back and forth, carefully sensing this change.

He felt as if his every move was guided by divine assistance, a slight sense of ease and omnipotence surged in his heart.

Before his steps even moved, the air in front had already automatically parted, and his body felt incredibly light, footsteps soundless, almost like when focusing his will.

Of course, this power was much weaker than when concentrating will, probably less than one-tenth.

Yet his mind felt no exhaustion, everything was as usual.

"I wonder how many changes will occur when focusing will?" Chen Shouyi pondered, feeling a bit excited. He checked his watch and found it was already 1 AM, immediately dismissing the idea.

"Forget it, there’s no rush, I’ll leave it for tomorrow!"

He lay back on the bed.

Closing his eyes, he began the first practice of deep meditation and self-cultivation after the fourth optimization.

Soon after.

A gleam of light appeared once again.

It had no specific color or shape.

Because its shape and color were constantly changing, shifting instantly, even whether it was light could not be determined.

It seemed to come from a higher dimension, and Chen Shouyi could only sense its projection in this world.

Gradually, his mind began to go blank...

He didn’t know how long it was until he awoke.

Only feeling mental exhaustion, temples throbbing with pain.

Chen Shouyi attempted to recall the earlier memory, only to find his head muddled, unable to remember anything.

The only impression left was that gleam of light.

He picked up his watch.

To his surprise, what felt like only a few seconds in sensation had in fact been an hour.

...

Early the next day.

Before Chen Shouyi could leave, Zhang Miaomiao came over with a stack of state-owned enterprise stock transfer contract documents.

...

In the tea room, silence prevailed.

Only the rustling of flipping contract pages could be heard.

The weather had grown hotter, Zhang Miaomiao was wearing a tailored business suit, perfectly accentuating her shapely, voluptuous figure, her long legs tightly closed, seamless in appearance, dazzlingly white.

After the mutations, textiles like stockings were no longer produced.

Two years had passed, and now it was rare to see anyone wearing stockings.

Of course, Chen Shouyi paid no heed to these things.

The contracts were as thick as books, with a total of eight volumes, filled with professional legal terms. After just a while of reading, he grew impatient, quickly flipping to the end, where the Provincial Government’s seal and signatures of senior officials were already stamped:

"Do I sign here?" Chen Shouyi looked up and asked.

"Oh, uh, yes!" Zhang Miaomiao avoided his gaze, quickly responding.

She had just discovered something incredible: when President Chen flipped the pages earlier, it seemed his fingers hadn’t even touched the contract, yet the pages magically reached his hand, as if offering themselves.

It appeared immensely mysterious.

Seeing Chen Shouyi pick up a pen to sign, Zhang Miaomiao suggested, "Would it be better to consult a lawyer to take a closer look?"

"What’s there to look at!" Chen Shouyi signed one contract, picked up another, and asked, "Is there some trap in this contract?"

Zhang Miaomiao was startled, promptly assuring, "No, absolutely not."

"Then that’s settled!" Chen Shouyi said. As his strength gradually increased, he became more relaxed mentally. What seemed like a massive three-billion asset to ordinary people was merely within grasp for him, untroubled in his mind.

Chen Shouyi meticulously signed each contract, looking at his neat handwriting, ever more satisfied, somewhat longing: "If there’s anything else to sign, just bring it all out, I’ll sign them all!"

"Uh, there’s nothing else to sign." Zhang Miaomiao said, observing, taking out her notebook, she tentatively asked, "President Chen, could you sign for me?"

Such a request was too simple.

Chen Shouyi was always very patient with fans.

He smiled, taking the notebook, asking, "What blessing would you like?"