Chapter 11 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

The notes read: The ear is too large, it will collapse when printed. I keep opening the third file. Then Wednesday. Each version retains traces of editing. From the fact that the robot ears are too big. The light groove is too shallow. From the position of the star on the chest to the left. The base lock is not sturdy enough. Thumbnail image of the final version... Exactly like the Tinh Nha robot placed on the stage. Some design-savvy parents have noticed.

“This is a complete process.”

“It's not like a temporary transplant.”

“Even the buggy version is there.”

“Obviously do it yourself step by step.”

I opened the recording folder. Inside there are seven files. I don't play the whole thing. Open only the first paragraph. In the loudspeaker, Tinh Mien's young voice rang out:

“Mom... mom, this is…”

“Oh my god, you said it wrong.”

Immediately followed by my soft laugh:

“It's okay, let's do it again.”

In the second recording. There is the sound of a fan running. Third paragraph. The small dog in the house barked loudly. Go to the sixth paragraph. Tinh Mien's voice was choked:

“Mom, am I not doing well?”

My voice rang out from behind:

“It's okay if it's not good.”

“Let's do it again.”

I stopped there. Tinh Mien held my hand. I turned off the recording. Those are our family's own memories. Shouldn't be brought out in the middle of this place to prove innocence. But someone forced her to go on stage. Steal my mind. Change the author's name to someone else. Then he scolded me for being a liar. So don't blame me for bringing each piece of evidence to light.

“And the last item.”

I opened the source code submission history. A long time sequence appears on the screen. All submissions come from the home lab account. The account name is: Little Star Doesn't Sleep The notes are very simple: Edit startup voice. Birthday mode for mother. Remind to drink soup at eight o'clock. The light turns on seven times. Final submission time... Twenty-six days earlier than the date Deputy Canh Chu registered to take the exam. I turned to look at To Man.

“Director To.”

“Now do you still want to say that my daughter saw Pho Canh Chu's work first and then remembered it wrongly?”

The blood on To Man's face gradually drained away. She opened her mouth. But this time I couldn't immediately find a new reason to defend. Pho Thua Nghien stood under the stands. There is a deep wrinkle between the eyebrows. In the end, he no longer remained as superficial as at first. But his first reaction... Still wasn't to look at Tinh Mien. Nor did I ask Pho Canh Chu why he held someone else's work. But looking towards Phuong Viet.

“These documents are related to the company system.”

“Inappropriate publicity at the scene.”

Phuong Viet coldly replied:

“Deputy General.”

“The home lab's cloud drive is not part of the corporate system.”

“The competition's attachments are within the scope of the complaint review.”

“The judge requested verification of authorship.”

“I just coordinated according to the correct process.”

“Whose process?”

Pho Thua Nghien's voice lowered.

“Complaint process of Tinh Hoa Children's Creativity Contest.”

“Also the right to review the data of the core technology license holder.”

Phuong Viet emphasized every word: The person who holds the right to license core technology. The expressions of many high-ranking leaders in the stands immediately changed. Arrive At this moment... They remembered something. Tinh Hoa did not grow up from Pho Thua Nghien's speeches. Five years ago. The first version of the Tinh Hoa children's education AI system... Because I brought along Phuong Viet with a group of only three people. Staying awake in a small rented office building. Pho Thua Nghien is very good at raising capital. Good at presentations. Good at turning a product into a story that investors want to hear. But the person who holds the licensing rights for the base layer core module... From start to finish has always been me. To Man was not satisfied. She suddenly raised her voice:

“Miss Tham, even if Tinh Mien also participated, what can it prove?”

“Parent-child AI work was originally completed by children and parents together.”

“Maybe Canh Chu also uses a similar module.”

“It's also possible that both children were exposed to the same open source component.”

“Up to now you are still exchanging concepts.”

I looked at her.

“I never said a seven-year-old child like Tinh Mien could independently develop a commercial AI system.”

“Her creations are children's creative ideas, basic assembly, voice recording and prompt logic, plus my guidance within a safe range.”

“She did what she could do.”

“And it understands where each of its designs comes from.”

I stopped for a moment.

“Pho Canh Chu's problem is…”

“The boy had absolutely no idea what he was holding in his hand.”

Finally, Pho Canh Chu also burst into tears. The microphone in the boy's hand emitted a shrill sound.

“I didn't steal.”

The boy cried and said:

“It's what mom said... the work left behind can be used.”

“Mom said dad will make arrangements.”

That sentence just fell. To Man felt like someone had slapped her in the face.

“Canh Chu!”

“Don't talk nonsense!”

She rushed forward, intending to cover the child's mouth. I raised my hand to signal the security guard to stop. Pho Thua Nghien's face turned cold.

“Shen Duong.”

“Enough of this chaos.”

“It's not enough yet.”

I looked at Phuong Viet.

“Check the original registration documents.”

Phuong Viet nodded. A few seconds later. His face also changed. He turned the computer screen towards me. Voice lowered. But don't avoid nearby recording devices.

“General Shen.”

“The original registered author of this work... is indeed Tham Tinh Mien.”

He stopped for a second.

“Later, the marketing department's backstage account changed it to Pho Canh Chu.”

The entire hall immediately cheered. I looked at the edit history displayed on the big screen. Original author: Tham Tinh Mien. Author after change: Pho Canh Chu. Operating department: Marketing Department. Operation time: Late night three days before the press conference. Until now. I finally understood. This is not a misunderstanding between children. It's an impersonation that was arranged by adults from beginning to end. The Marketing Department Corrected the Author's Name in the Moment System Phuong Viet brought the editing history in the system to the big screen. The whole hall felt like a cup of boiling water had been poured straight into it. People recently advised me:

“Don't make a big deal out of it between the kids.”