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

Chapter 177 Oda's official costume photos, and an insurance policy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight slanted into the conference room.

Jiang Qing tapped the table with his finger, and Chen Duo, who was next to him, immediately understood his meaning and turned the air conditioner down two degrees.

At this moment, nearly thirty senior executives of Wuwen Technology, led by Zhao Quan and Zhang Bin, were prominently present in the conference room.

"JD.com is preparing to hold a strategy launch event at 2 PM on the 9th..."

Before Zhao Quan could finish speaking, Jiang Qing's phone screen suddenly lit up on the conference table.

The photo sent by Tian Xiwei was flashing on the lock screen. Jiang Qing swiped open her phone and stared at the photo.

In the picture, Tian Xiwei sits in front of the blue stone railing. Her light blue silk dress makes her look gentle and lovely. Her straight bangs fall like ink silk over her forehead, and her long, unbound hair cascades down to her waist like splashed ink.

She held a pink and white plum blossom pastry between her fingers, as if about to take a bite.

Her big, bright eyes were wide open, her pupils brimming with anticipation. The uneaten pastry made her cheeks show a childlike curve, making her right dimple look even sweeter and softer.

The light blue wide sleeves slipped halfway down as she raised her arm, revealing two red ropes and silver bells wrapped around her wrists.

In the background, the gnarled old peach tree is shedding its blossoms, a few crimson petals clinging to her shoulder, making her seem like a charming young lady who stepped out of the poem "The Peach Tree is in its prime" from the Book of Songs.

Another animated GIF popped up in the dialog box.

A young girl in ancient costume, dressed in a light blue long dress, is twirling around while pink bubbles that say "Praise me!" pop up above her head.

A smile unconsciously crept onto his lips as his fingers tapped on the keyboard.

"They're going to eat the kitchen out of business."

"Mr. Jiang?"

Zhang Bin coughed lightly and pushed the cooperation agreement forward.

"Xiaomi's progress in adapting its large voice model..."

"Don't let them think we're having an easy time. Just drag it out until the day before they announce the details of the collaboration."

Jiang Qing answered without looking up, and her phone vibrated again.

Tian Xiwei sent a screenshot of her Weibo post, and the comments section for her official makeup photos was already overflowing with messages.

"Are there stars in this sweet girl's eyes?!"

"As a fan of the original novel, this is exactly the Li Wei I envisioned!"

"My daughter's dimples are filled with honey! Ahhh!!! So sweet!"

"Li Wei is the chosen one! Xiao Tian is so sweet!"

"She's just like a manga girl, so cute!"

……

He clicked on the new large image and examined it carefully. In the photo, a little girl was holding a lotus flower pastry, about to put it in her mouth. Her chubby cheeks looked like a hamster hoarding food.

Just as I was about to reply, I suddenly saw the third most popular comment, which read, "Doesn't anyone think she and President Jiang have great chemistry?" It was followed by more than three thousand likes.

He reasonably suspected that this might be her alternate account.

"Mr. Jiang."

Zhao Quan took out a document and pushed it in front of Jiang Qing.

"HW sent us a collaboration invitation regarding autonomous driving, and we..."

"Let's hold off for now and wait for Xiaomi's offer."

Jiang Qing made a decision without hesitation, smiling as she lightly tapped the document cover.

“The highest bidder gets it.”

Friendship is friendship, business is business; they are two separate things.

"clear."

Zhao Quan immediately understood and retrieved the folder.

Jiang Qing switched back to the dialog box.

"I suggest that Miss Li sew a few hidden pockets into her costume."

Tian Xiwei immediately replied with a puffed-up cat emoji.

"Teacher Jiang is afraid I'll eat all the props!"

Then another photo from the scene was taken.

She squatted down next to the prop food cart, clasped her hands together, and bowed to the mountain of pastries.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow and saved the image. A new message popped up on WeChat, but he didn't open it. He put his phone aside and continued the meeting.

Half an hour later, the meeting ended, and Jiang Qing opened the ten-second voice message sent by Tian Xiwei. In the background, he could hear someone shouting.

"Ms. Xiaotian, stop sneaking food!"

Immediately afterwards, her muffled, coquettish voice rang out.

"It's all President Jiang's fault for jinxing me. Now the props lady is watching me even more closely than the cameraman!"

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile, and brought the phone to her mouth to press the voice button.

"The glasses are round enough. If the person gets even rounder, they might be even cuter."

The message was sent, and Tian Xiwei replied instantly.

"I don't believe your lies. I have so many beautiful clothes for this movie. How am I supposed to wear them if I gain weight? Humph!"

As Jiang Qing listened to the girl's soft, sweet voice with a Sichuan-Chongqing accent, the downward curve of the corners of her eyes deepened.

Oda's sweet girl mode is still very cute.

He chatted with her casually as they made their way to the underground parking garage, where Chen Duo was already waiting by the car.

It wasn't until they got on the bus that he and Xiaotian switched from voice to text chat.

Nearly an hour later, when they arrived at a farmhouse in the suburbs, Jiang Qing finally ended her conversation with Tian Xiwei and stepped out of the car.

Jiang Qing glanced casually at the surroundings of the farmhouse before stepping into the courtyard.

The boss led me to the private room, where I could faintly smell the fragrance of bamboo leaf tea coming from under the door.

Jiang expressed his gratitude to the boss and then pushed open the door to enter.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by Principal Bao Xinhe's teasing.

"Our big star has finally arrived! We've seen you trending on social media more often than we've seen us old folks lately."

The president of the University of Science and Technology of China, who is in his sixties, looks energetic and has a kind look in his eyes.

Who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary old man is a highly renowned physical chemist, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and the president of the University of Science and Technology of China since 17? During his tenure, he promoted research on catalytic chemistry and efficient energy conversion, proposed the theory of "nano-confined catalysis," won the first prize of the National Natural Science Award, attached great importance to the construction of basic disciplines, and has always advocated the cultivation of "domestic" artificial intelligence talents.

Jiang Qing is the student he is most satisfied with since becoming the principal.

Of course, that's what he thinks.

"If you're willing to appear on camera, I'll have the company set up a live stream room for you tomorrow, and it'll definitely be packed with viewers."

Jiang Qing smiled and rolled up her sleeves, teasingly pouring herself a cup of Huangshan Maofeng tea as if she were a complete stranger.

"It's been a while since we've seen the leaders; they all look to be in good health!"

He turned his gaze to the other five people in the private room and greeted them with a smile.

Apart from Bao Xinhe, the other five school leaders, led by Shu Gejun, were also acquaintances who had supported him in establishing Wuwen Technology all the way to the present, and their relationship was very close.

At this moment, they were smiling as they looked at Jiang Qing, the most outstanding student representative of USTC in recent years.

Vice Principal Zhou Congzhao, wearing black-rimmed glasses, tapped the rotating disc. "Last time, when President Chen gave his speech at the school anniversary celebration, eight out of ten sentences praised you. I heard you..."

"Principal Zhou, please try this stinky mandarin fish."

Jiang Qing raised his hand and turned the glass turntable, precisely stopping the steaming casserole in front of him.

"The owner specially transported live mandarin fish from Huangshan."

Zhou Congzhao pointed at him lightly with his chopsticks, unable to resist laughing and scolding him.

"You've even learned to interrupt now."

Even so, the chopsticks kept going, picking up fish.

In his decades-long teaching career, he had seen too many talented students, but only this young man could hide his brilliance in a gentle, spring-like smile.

It seems that he has always been like this since the moment he entered the University of Science and Technology of China.

After exchanging pleasantries with several school leaders, Jiang Qing's phone vibrated on the desktop.

Upon opening the link, I saw a selfie from Tian Xiwei, featuring her in an ancient-style hairstyle. "There's more picture too~"

In the photo, she makes a cute peace sign, her big eyes reflecting the light and looking sparkling, and the dimples on her cheeks seem to be full of sweetness.

He hovered his thumb over the send button for half a second, and finally just replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

Now is not the time to chat.

"I heard that your large model has been trained for almost three years?"

Dean Li of the School of Computer Science finally got to the point, his chopsticks holding edamame hovering in mid-air.

"Shouldn't it be time for Nezha to be born?"

Jiang Qing used the lid of the teacup to skim off the foam, then smiled and nodded at him.

"That's right, Dean Li, but it's much more powerful than Nezha."

When will it be officially released?

Bao Xinhe put down his teacup, his face showing concern.

The cicadas outside the window suddenly started chirping louder, and Jiang Qing turned her head to see the bamboo shadows swaying on the gauze window.

He recalled the nights he spent debugging algorithms in the USTC Cognitive Lab, when the cicadas were chirping outside his window.

"Principal, please wait patiently until we resolve the ethical controversy surrounding the brain in a vat."

He gently patted the old principal's hand and comforted him with a smile.

"Ok."

Seeing this, Bao Xinhe had no choice but to suppress his curiosity for the time being.

Jiang Qing gave him a look to relax, then took out her phone. On the screen, Tian Xiwei sent another picture of her in ancient costume, this time a charming outfit with a lantern in hand.

Physics Department Director Chen suddenly burst out laughing.

"Jiang Qing, you're still the same as always, you always beat around the bush when it comes to the crucial point."

He picked up a piece of preserved meat glutinous rice cake.

"Just like back then when you insisted that quantum computing would use the hotpot algorithm, I never expected that you would actually be right in the end."

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the waiter brought in braised pork with preserved mustard greens.

The pork belly, with its alternating layers of fat and lean meat, trembled and steamed. Jiang Qing glanced around, her gaze lingering on Bao Xinhe.

The other person was looking at him with a smile, clearly waiting for him to speak.

"Actually, the reason I invited all of you leaders here today is to establish a joint laboratory at USTC."

He nodded to Bao Xinhe and took out his tablet to bring up the planning map.

"My main research focused on the ethical framework of artificial intelligence. That was the year I tinkered with my first neural network in classroom C301."

There was a three-second silence in the private room.

Bao Xinhe adjusted his glasses, a shrewd glint flashing behind the lenses.

"Are you giving your alma mater a year-end bonus?"

"No way."

Jiang Qing smiled and got up to refill the old principal's tea.

"As a student, I'm afraid I'll be branded as a disgrace to science and technology ethics in the future, so I need to find a safe place to tie my safety rope in advance."

As he spoke, he glanced at his phone, and Tian Xiwei sent him a puffed-up cat emoji, asking, "Does it look good?"

Dean Li suddenly slapped his thigh and looked at him with a look of sudden realization.

"That explains why we're suddenly getting into ethics research. Remember that AI conference you attended in Beijing last time..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qing stuffed a piece of sweet fermented rice ball into his mouth.

"You have high blood sugar, so you need to eat more sweets."

"So you want to send me away sooner?"

"what……"

Amidst the laughter and chatter of the crowd, Jiang Qing swished her teacup, smiling without saying a word.

Dusk was deepening outside the window.

He suddenly remembered something, opened WeChat, and sent a message to Tian Xiwei.

"Turn the lantern 15 degrees to the left, otherwise the light will illuminate the hair clip on your head."

Five minutes later, Tian Xiwei sent the revised photo, this time with an adoring cat emoji.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to reply, she suddenly heard Bao Xinhe's expectant voice.

"If you could demonstrate that giant model at the next school anniversary celebration..."

"That depends on whether the cafeteria ladies will give us an extra chicken leg."

Jiang Qing smiled and got up to pour tea for everyone, without directly answering his question.

"Don't try to fool me, give me the whole truth this time."

Bao Xinhe pressed on with a stern face, all his decades of self-control now forgotten.

"President, don't worry, it will definitely be the most appropriate time. When that time comes, I will definitely write our USTC on my forehead."

Jiang Qing pointed to his head and said in a serious tone.

"You! I'd like to see what you've come up with."

Bao Xinhe laughed and scolded, then drank the tea in his cup in one gulp.

Zhou Congzhao and the others chimed in, criticizing Jiang Qing, and he responded with a smile, filling the private room with a cheerful atmosphere.

After that, they didn't talk about anything serious, but just chatted about recent developments in the international tech world.

The dinner party was almost over when it was nearly 9:30. As they stood up, Bao Xinhe patted Jiang Qing on the shoulder.

"Come back to the lab more often when you have time. The robot you welded back then is still in the display case."

"must."

Jiang Qing readily agreed and watched the old principal and his entourage leave the private room with smiles on their faces.

In this way, the insurance is considered complete.

(End of this chapter)