Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 124: The Tech World's Star-Chasing Scene - Completely Impressive
National Convention Center.

The glass reflected the young man's tall figure. As the automatic door slid open with a "ding," Jiang Qing's leather shoes paused on the threshold.

The July heatwave rushed into the air-conditioned entrance of the conference center. He raised his hand and loosened his shirt collar, a gesture that caused the reporters carrying cameras at the entrance to collectively take a half step forward.

"Dr. Jiang! Look this way!"

"Mr. Jiang, could you please take a look to the left?"

……

The media's shouts were quickly drowned out by cheers.

A boy holding a homemade light sign on the right side of the steps suddenly shouted loudly, attracting Jiang Qing's attention.

"Jiang Shen, look here!"

A dozen or so young people wearing plaid shirts unfurled a banner in unison, on which the symbol “∞” was spelled out using code symbols.

"Jiang Shen, this is the blessing program we wrote while staying up all night!"

The boy squeezed to the front, his laptop screen glowing with dancing particle effects.

"Generated using the neural algorithm from your paper!"

Jiang Qing became interested, and the moment she took the computer, a burst of camera shutters clicked from the crowd.

He tapped the touchpad twice with his fingertips, and the particles suddenly coalesced into the shape of the University of Science and Technology of China's emblem, making him raise an eyebrow.

"We can add a decay function here."

Jiang Qing was about to explain the problem to him when she was drawn to the sudden shout.

"Dr. Jiang!"

A middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and rushed forward, wearing a badge that read "Institute of Brain Science, Chinese Academy of Sciences" around his neck.

"The brainwave decoding solution you proposed to us last year"

Before she could finish speaking, a reporter holding a recording pen pushed her aside, making Jiang Qing's eyebrows twitch, but thankfully she seemed to be alright.

A tech blogger wearing a baseball cap nearly poked Jiang Qing in the face with his microphone.

Will you be announcing the progress of the Wuwen Technology large-scale model project during this lecture?

Chen Duo quickly stepped forward and reached out to block the crowd.

"Please make way, everyone, Teacher Jiang still needs to prepare."

"Dr. Jiang!"

A clear, childlike voice suddenly pierced through the noise.

A little boy, swinging a homemade robot model, was being escorted closer by a woman in her thirties.

"Could you sign your autograph? My mom says you're a tech superhero!"

Jiang Qing was charmed by the little guy, and as he squatted down, more than twenty cameras simultaneously lowered their heads.

He drew a smiley face on the robot's head, signed his name, and then smiled at the little boy.

"I'm not yet, but you can be in the future."

Just as I was about to get up, I heard hurried footsteps from behind me.

Two girls squeezed over, clutching folders, their hair still smelling of laboratory disinfectant.

"Jiang Shen, we are from the Tsinghua Brain-Inspired Computing Group. These derivation processes..."

Chen Duo glanced at his watch.

"President Jiang, President Li is still waiting."

"Give me five minutes."

Jiang Qing took the folder and quickly ran her fingertips across the formulas.

"In step seven, try replacing the Bayesian network with..."

The crowd suddenly parted automatically to form a passage.

A man in a navy blue suit walked briskly over carrying a silver briefcase with the "Cambricon Technologies" logo on it particularly eye-catching.

"Dr. Jiang, last year you said our chips were like tractors."

"Engineer Zhang?"

Jiang Qing looked up and smiled immediately when she saw him.

"The modified spiking neural network"

"have a look."

Zhang opened the briefcase with a "bang," revealing a wafer gleaming with blue light.

"We're just waiting for you to take a look!"

"Row."

Amidst the gasps and exclamations, Jiang Qing pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight.

The moment the beam of light swept across the surface of the wafer, the crowd fell silent as dozens of mobile phone cameras were simultaneously pointed at this small area.

"Has the frequency synchronization error decreased?"

Jiang Qing gently scraped the edge of the wafer with her fingernail.

"0.7 nanoseconds!"

Mr. Zhang was so excited that his hands were shaking.

"As you said, it's here."

"Dr. Jiang!"

The person in charge of reception at Baidu finally squeezed in, his forehead covered in sweat.

"President Li has urged them three times already; it's about President Lei and the others at the restaurant."

"Okay, right away."

Jiang Qing smiled and responded, then turned to look at Engineer Zhang.

"Let's talk after the meeting? This isn't really the right place."

He glanced around at the densely packed crowd.

"Okay, then I'll wait."

Zhang Gong also realized something was wrong, closed the box, and nodded in approval.

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded, then walked towards the restaurant under the escort of Chen Duo and security personnel.

The conference didn't start until 1:30 PM. Baidu arranged lunch, and the guests who arrived are all there now.

Halfway there, three middle school students in school uniforms suddenly emerged from the fire escape, carrying a tattered copy of "Machine Learning in Practice".

"Could Jiang Shen write us a word of encouragement? Just the title page would be fine!"

"General Manager Jiang."

Just as Chen Duo was about to stop her, Jiang Qing had already taken the marker.

As the pen tip glided across the pages, the boy in the striped shirt suddenly spoke.

"I want to sweep floors at Wuwen Technology in the future!"

"Why are you sweeping the floor!"

His companion nudged his arm.

"I want to be Jiang Shen's coffee machine operator!"

Amidst laughter, Jiang Qing smiled and handed the book back.

"Let's get into university first."

After saying that, he walked past them and left, and the shouts of several boys could still be heard behind him.

"Xiaojiang..."

As I turned the corner, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit suddenly rushed out; it was Academician Zhang from the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

He clutched a rolled-up notebook in his hand, and the chain of his glasses dangled so fast it almost snagged Jiang Qing's cufflinks.

"That improved convolutional neural network solution you proposed two years ago"

"Mr. Zhang, please slow down!"

Jiang Qing quickly supported the old man's arm and casually plucked a willow catkin from his shoulder.

"I have the latest experimental data. Shall we discuss it in detail this afternoon?"

"Okay, okay, I'll sit next to you then."

Academician Zhang patted the back of his hand with satisfaction.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to speak, Li Yanhong walked up to her, his sleeves still stained with salad dressing.

"Finally here! If we had been any later, those people would have snatched all the sweet and sour fish."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, put his arm around Jiang Qing's shoulder, and then looked at Academician Zhang.

"Mr. Zhang, shall we eat first and fill our stomachs before we talk?"

"Mr. Li is right."

Jiang Qing nodded in agreement. The airplane food was really awful, and he was so hungry he was dizzy.

Academician Zhang readily agreed, and the three of them, surrounded by media reporters and attendees, headed towards the restaurant.

The moment the doors opened, a group of people could be seen standing up inside the restaurant.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, and the clinking of forks against the porcelain plates suddenly stopped.

Enjoy your meal, everyone!

Li Yanhong waved his hand, put his arm around Jiang Qing's shoulder, and pushed him into the restaurant.

"Let's go first!" "Dr. Jiang!"

The girl at the table near the door suddenly raised her yogurt bottle.

"Can I take a picture with you? I'm your junior from the University of Science and Technology of China!"

The shout was like pressing a power button, and the entire restaurant suddenly erupted in cheers.

A young man wearing a plaid shirt, a staple of programmers' wardrobes, stood up on a chair, his hand trembling as he held up his phone.

"Jiang Shen, look here!"

"Everyone! Everyone!"

Li Yanhong had to raise his voice.

"Dr. Jiang will be on stage at 1:30 sharp, now."

"Just thirty seconds!"

A boy wearing glasses suddenly pulled a thesis out of a file folder.

"Dr. Jiang, what do you think of these convolution kernel parameters?"

Jiang Qing took the paper, glanced at it, and then took the pen from Chen Duo.

The sound of the pen slicing across the paper filled the restaurant, and for a moment the hum of the central air conditioning vents could be heard.

"The parameters are fine, but your activation function..."

As he spoke, he drew a three-dimensional coordinate system in the blank space.

"Try using the hyperbolic tangent function as the second derivative."

When the paper was circulated, a chorus of gasps rose from the crowd.

The engineer wearing an Ali Cloud T-shirt suddenly slapped his thigh.

"No wonder the model kept overfitting!"

Li Yanhong took the opportunity to push the person away, and even after they were far away, the commotion could still be heard behind them.

He loosened his tie and gave a wry smile.

"President Jiang's pomp and circumstance is even more extravagant than when I rang the bell at my company's IPO."

Jiang Qing looked up at him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Li, for making the cover of the conference handbook so eye-catching."

On the light gray cover, the gold lettering "Speaker: Jiang Qing" takes up almost half the page.

Moreover, whether it's the heated discussions online or the grand scene on site, if it weren't for Mr. Li's efforts to stir things up, how could there be such a spectacle?

"Oh dear, Dr. Jiang hasn't appeared in public for over a year. Now that he's finally showing his face, I definitely have to give him a good boost."

Li Yanhong explained with a smile, his eyes almost squinting into slits.

Jiang Qing shrugged noncommittally and did not argue.

As they spoke, they arrived at the innermost table.

"Would you like a bowl of millet porridge?"

Lei Jun stood up, holding his bowl, with a broad smile on his face.

"I cooked it myself."

"Then I'll have a bowl."

Jiang Qing smiled and walked towards him, while greeting each of the familiar faces at the table.

Chen Tianshi yawned and got up, slamming the silver safe onto the table with a thud.

"President Jiang, take a look at this first! The confusion matrix of a spiking neural network."

"Old Chen, don't you let people eat?"

Cambricon's CTO snatched the safe and tucked it under his arm.

"My chip engineer has been working overtime for three days straight for this day!"

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, a crisp clapping sound suddenly came from the corner.

The Japanese scholar in the black suit took off his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at Jiang Qing in fluent Chinese.

"I never expected that China's science and technology summit would be like a rural food stall."

The restaurant's noise suddenly quieted down a few degrees.

"Does Mr. Takeuchi also have an interest in food culture?"

Jiang Qing smiled and picked up an iced lychee from the table, pinching open the shell with her fingers.

"Kyoto's kaiseki cuisine emphasizes the flavor of the season, which is actually similar to the principle of AI training set selection."

A low chuckle erupted from the crowd.

The director of the Institute of Computing Technology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences smiled and pointed to the sushi counter.

"Just like this tuna belly, those who work in deep learning understand the importance of data purity."

"But some dishes rely too much on local ingredients."

Takeuchi squeezed the wasabi into a pyramid shape.

"Just like your company's neuromorphic chip architecture, there are still no overseas implementation cases."

The central air conditioning vent fan quietly turned, and everyone's attention focused on Jiang Qing.

"Are Japanese hard drives still using SHA-1 encryption?"

Jiang Qing precisely tossed the lychee pit into a trash can five meters away.

“The brain-computer interface paper from the University of Tsukuba last week used the verification model open-sourced by Wuwen Technology.”

A chorus of coughs immediately filled the room.

HW's chief engineer suddenly started coughing violently, spilling the Longjing tea from his glass onto the tablecloth.

The chief architect of Alibaba Cloud choked on the fish balls until his face turned red, but he still frantically typed on his phone with trembling fingers.

Lei Jun, Chen Tianshi, and the others exchanged glances, their eyes revealing unsurprising admiration.

The crowd parted automatically to create a passage, and Jiang Qing slowly walked up to Takeuchi.

"The Tsukuba team has great insights into neuromorphic computing, and I look forward to the brain science forum at the Tokyo Summit at the end of the year."

Takeuchi's poker face finally softened, and after several hesitations, he suddenly bowed at a 90-degree angle.

"Please make sure to set aside twenty minutes for Dr. Jiang to view our institute's results presentation."

This dramatic turn of events sent shockwaves through the restaurant.

Lei Jun strolled to the center of the crowd, carrying a half-empty can of millet porridge, and spoke with a smile.

"What did I tell you? There are no treacherous banquets in the world of top students. Come on, let's share the porridge!"

While everyone was serving porridge, Chen Tianshi mysteriously took out a silver chip and approached Jiang Qing.

"Seriously, this month's pulse..."

"Mr. Chen, stop!"

Yu Chengdong shook the wireless camera.

"Let's take pictures of what President Ren asked me to bring first. Jiang Qing, look at the camera!"

Jiang Qing subconsciously turned her head, and Yu Chengdong suddenly pulled open the projection screen behind her.

The entire wall instantly lit up with a gray-white laboratory scene.

In 2018, Jiang Qing squatted in front of Huawei's Songshan Lake base servers, his work pants stained with large oil stains at the knees.

"This is a surveillance video of him debugging the Ascend chip back then."

The moment Yu Chengdong pressed the shutter, the young man in the picture suddenly looked up.

The two rivers, separated by three years, overlapped in the light and shadow, and the sound of camera shutters all around suddenly turned into a downpour.

“Have you taken enough photos?”

Jiang Qing smiled and snatched the camera away.

"I heard that CEO Yu is trying to poach my algorithm team again this year?"

Amidst laughter, Microsoft's Chief Technology Officer suddenly pushed his way forward, holding up his phone.

"Wait, wait! MITTechReview just launched a poll!"

As everyone looked closely, they saw Jiang Qing's airport autograph video being broadcast globally on the live stream page.

The live chat was filled with a dense stream of Chinese, English, French, German, and Russian texts, with Tagore's poems and mathematical formulas flying around.

"Good heavens, scalpers are selling tickets for this afternoon for 88,000 yuan!"

Wang Xingxing from Unitree Technology exclaimed in surprise, waving her phone.

"I can guarantee this wasn't aimed at me."

Zhou Hongyi from 360 wiped his mouth and complained.

Another burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Jiang Qing finally had a chance to sit down and eat. Ignoring what the group of people next to her were saying, she shoveled rice into her mouth, completely oblivious to the fact that many media outlets were filming and recording the event.

At one o'clock, the staff reminded everyone that they could enter the venue, and Jiang Qing got up with the others and began to move towards the venue.

As Jiang Qing passed through the automatic doors, she caught a glimpse of a tall, eye-catching figure at the back of the crowd.

A girl wearing a white baseball cap bent down to tidy her camera bag, her waist-length hair slipping down her shoulders, the ends swaying gently in the air conditioning breeze.

He was immediately drawn to Li Yanhong's voice, and just then he missed the girl's gaze.

(End of this chapter)