At Chat Electronics,

    "Dad means we're in debt to the bank, and they're about to seize our house?" I asked, summarizing my father's words for clarity.

    "Yes, son. I'm sorry," Chat spoke with a tone of regret.

    Looking at my father's despairing face, I inquired, "Then, do you have a plan?"

    Chat appeared thoughtful, seemingly burdened with his thoughts.

    "No?" I pressed for an answer.

    Chat looked up at the ceiling before turning to face Hin and said, "I've asked a friend of mine for help, but he agreed on the condition of calling off your engagement."

    "Engagement??" My memories slowly returned, but there was nothing about his engagement or fiancée at all.

    "Don't be puzzled, son. Years ago, a friend of mine borrowed money for an investment, promising his daughter in marriage as a guarantee. That was 10 years ago, and your engagement ceremony with his daughter was supposed to be happening around now," Chat explained.

    "Oh," I exclaimed in understanding before asking further, "Then why are you troubled?" I asked.

    Chat smiled faintly before saying, "She's very beautiful," Chat remarked.

    "Have you seen her??" I asked again.

    "You've seen her too," Chat said before getting up to fetch something. It was this week's magazine, available every Monday.

    "This person," Chat pointed out. A woman in a white dress was speaking on a stage, beautiful as an angel yet assertive at the same time.

    "This is a business magazine. Is she a businesswoman?" I inquired, honestly admitting the old me hadn't read such material before.

    I picked up the magazine, flipping through her biography. Chat patiently waited for me.

    Until I closed it, "Oh, she's really capable. Let me guess, she approached Dad directly with this offer, not through your friend, right?" I deduced.

    Chat's eyes widened in surprise before exclaiming, "How did you know?"

    "Someone like her wouldn't want to marry someone with nothing, right? And I guess the person Dad lent money to have enough integrity; otherwise, Dad wouldn't have lent it," I said step by step.

    Chat nodded in agreement before expressing his concern, "But if you were to marry..."

    Before Chat could finish, I raised my hand to stop him.

    "What's important is Dad's shop. So, you can cancel the engagement. There are plenty of women out there. Dad shouldn't make me stick to just one person. If there's no future, there's no reason to stay. We need to move forward, or we'll just be stuck like this," I stated firmly.

    Chat looked at me with admiration, then smiled slightly, "My son has grown up a lot. I'll tell her just that." Chat said while thinking to himself, 'My son is beginning to think about moving forward.'

    "Thanks, Dad, for understanding. I'm going to bed now," I said before picking up the computer I had assembled from scraps and taking it to my room.

    Chat watched his son with a smile, then picked up a phone and a paper, presumably a business card, with CEO written on it. Chat dialed the number and made a call.

    “I agree,” Chat said before hanging up immediately.

    Placing the phone and the card on the table, Chat looked up at the ceiling, “Sigh.” He sighed. "It's a pity. I shouldn't have used the shop as collateral." He then stood up to go to his room, glancing at his son's door, where the light was still on, before moving on.

    ...

    In a luxurious house in the city center,

    "Why won't you agree? I did it for the company," a middle-aged man's voice raised. If you read business magazines, you would recognize him as the president of an electrical appliance development company. It's well known that this company's computers are comparably developed to match the leading companies in the world.

    "Huh, giving it to those fools to fumble around with? Last time, I asked Dad for two months, and you didn't give it to me, even took my stuff for your stupid subordinates to study. And what happened? That software Dad was so proud of turned out to be a piece of junk you wanted. What now? Dad wants to take my stuff again?" The young woman, who we are familiar with, is customer number 5.

    "Luna, dear, a little sacrifice is necessary for the company's future. That's why we've come this far. Why won't you join the company's research unit as their leader?" her father suggested, revealing the young woman, customer number 5, to be named Luna.

    In this spacious house, only she and her father argued in the grand room.

    The young woman known as Luna frowned before saying, "Those fools like to take my work, messing it. Subordinates, huh? More like controllers. Dad doesn't give me any power." Luna expressed her discontent.

    The father, visibly troubled, paused to think before saying, "Okay, I'll give you authority, but you have to give Dad the new software and the computer you're developing."

    Upon hearing this, Luna now looked troubled.

    Her beautiful face, radiant like a goddess, was clouded with deep thought. After a moment before speaking, "Okay, I'll finish it first and then give it to Dad," she said.

    Her father smiled and hugged Luna, "Dad loves you." He said.

    "I love Dad too," Luna replied.

    After the storm passed, the sky cleared.

    "Okay, let's eat," her father suggested, leading Luna to dine. The servants brought out the food.

    They both ate their meal while discussing various topics.

    "Where did you hide the computer? Why can't my people find it?" asked her father.

    Luna smiled and said, "I won't tell."

    "Fine, haha," her father chuckled, not minding.

    After spending some time eating together, they eventually parted ways.

    Once finishing the meal, Luna walked to a part of the house—it was her lab, with computers as vast as two basketball courts (about the size of a workshop in Iron Man 1).

    "Hello, Ms. Luna. What do you need?" a synthetic voice greeted.

    "Nothing, Alice. Bring up that kernel," Luna instructed before moving to the central table.

    The table opened, pushing some components upward from below. It was the same computer that Hin had repaired.

    She had no expectations from the bad technician at the repair shop to be able to fix it.

    Though it appeared ordinary on the outside, inside it was a leap in technology.

    "Alice, remove the shell," Luna instructed.

    Alice, her artificial intelligence, was among her earliest creations. She started building it when she was ten years old and developed it continuously ever since. Eventually, it became like a close friend to her.

    Her father wanted to take it, but it progressed too slowly. Luna could speed it up but chose not to.

    "Alright, let's continue. I wonder how much that repairman messed it up for it not to start," Luna said before plugging in a new cord, replacing the old one.

    Noticing something as she was about to switch, she realized, "It's too loose." Yes, the plug was loose, which is why it didn't power on.

    She secured it tightly before trying to switch it on again.

    The machine booted up quickly, with numerous programs running. Luna quickly scanned them before stopping.

    A smile formed on her lips.

    "Alice, look up Chat Electronics for me," Luna requested.

    "Is there anything specific I should be aware of?" Alice inquired.

    "Be careful. Someone at that repair shop did something I haven't managed to achieve yet," Luna said with a smile.

    "Understood, I'll be cautious," Alice responded.

    Luna, deep in thought, pictured the man who had brought her the computer.

    "It must be him," she concluded, standing up to turn off the lights and head to bed. It seemed like something that would take her months, he accomplished in one day.