Reborn Rich: Prices Dropped, My Savings Didn't novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Chapter 177: So This Is His Type

Cecilia Sterling put down her chopsticks and slowly turned to face Conrad Goodman directly. "The Goodman Group entered the field of artificial intelligence when it was just in its infancy. This shows the Group’s pioneering spirit and foresight. Now that the Goodman Group has become a domestic leader in this field, it must have been by being inclusive and highly receptive to new things that its AI division has been able to come this far."

In other words, clinging to the old ways will eventually leave you behind.

Cecilia Sterling didn’t need to state this explicitly; Conrad Goodman naturally understood.

But Cecilia Sterling hadn’t come to be Conrad Goodman’s "life coach." She needed to strike a deal with the Goodman Group. She said all this simply to make it clear that their project was something new—a fresh technology on the verge of entering the industry.

Conrad Goodman looked at Cecilia Sterling. For someone so young, she spoke with such calm composure. Estelle was the same age, yet she was still like a child who hadn’t grown up.

"You seem very confident in your project," Conrad Goodman said slowly. "Let me ask you something. Do you know how many people the Goodman Group’s AI department has in its data team alone?"

Cecilia Sterling shook her head. She didn’t know.

Conrad Goodman said, "Over 60 people. And in that one department, there are more than a dozen such teams."

Cecilia Sterling smiled. "Mr. Goodman, are you suggesting that a department of hundreds at the Goodman Group is necessarily better than my eight-person team? I don’t agree with that. Probability can prove the truth most of the time, but sometimes, the truth is held in the hands of the few."

"When Newton discovered universal gravitation, there were billions of people in the world. Every day since life first appeared on Earth, things have fallen from high places, but only Newton discovered gravity."

"Perhaps my example is a bit extreme, but history is filled with countless similar cases. As a successful entrepreneur, Mr. Goodman, you should also know that the very first lines of AI code were written by a small team of just a few people. You can’t look down on us just because our team is small."

Estelle Goodman pouted and muttered under her breath, "Exactly..."

Conrad Goodman glanced at his daughter, then chuckled and nodded. "Of course I understand that principle. I’m not looking down on you. I’m merely reserved about people and things I don’t know. That’s always been my style."

"Then, Mr. Goodman, can you give us one chance? After all, talk is cheap, and practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. We’ll know whether we can succeed or not once we try!" Cecilia Sterling pleaded earnestly.

Estelle Goodman couldn’t hold back any longer. "Dad, you kicked out Rowe and the others without even getting the full story. Now Cecilia is asking you again. Are you really going to reject them a second time?"

Even Mrs. Goodman couldn’t help but speak up for Cecilia Sterling. "Doesn’t the Goodman Group always encourage young people to think big and act boldly? The company even set up a special innovation fund for the youth. From what I see, Cecilia and her team are all recent graduates. Starting a business isn’t easy for young people. Why don’t you just give them a chance?"

Cecilia Sterling shot Mrs. Goodman a grateful look, then turned back to Conrad Goodman. "Mr. Goodman, if this succeeds, it’s a win-win. If it doesn’t, the Goodman Group loses nothing. But this opportunity is incredibly important to us. Please, just trust us this one time."

At this point, Conrad Goodman really had no room to refuse. He nodded. "Alright. I’ll make arrangements for your team to connect with our company’s professional department. But I want to make one thing clear: if your program is just barely passing, I won’t use it. It has to be exceptionally good and ahead of the curve."

Cecilia Sterling’s face lit up with joy, and she nodded excitedly. "Rest assured, Mr. Goodman. We won’t disappoint you."

The others subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Estelle Goodman happily raised her glass. "Dad, thank you on behalf of Cecilia."

Conrad Goodman smiled dotingly at his daughter. To be honest, a large part of the reason he’d agreed was because of her. If a stranger had approached him for a partnership in such an abrupt manner, he wouldn’t have even given them the time of day.

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