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

Chapter 211 Both Land, Script Reading

Friday, July 9th.

Three days have passed since Jiang Qingshui gave his speech.

Before the morning mist had dissipated, dozens of cameras had already been set up in front of the Artificial Intelligence Building in the West Campus of the University of Science and Technology of China.

Security guard Lao Zhang, carrying a thermos, paced back and forth, glancing at the reporters squatting under the shade of a tree, checking a list of questions.

"Wow, this is an even bigger entourage than when the Nobel laureates came last time!"

He sipped his strong tea, not even bothering to pick the tea leaves stuck to his dentures.

When Zhao Quan arrived as the representative of Wuwen Technology, he was carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks. Upon seeing the scene, he immediately swallowed the fried dough sticks in a few bites, straightened his tie, and put on a smiling face to greet them.

"Mr. Zhao from Wuwen Technology is here!"

It's unclear which reporter shouted first, but Zhao Quan and his team were immediately surrounded by a swarm of cameras and microphones.

At 9:30, the official Weibo account of the University of Science and Technology of China was updated on time.

The first image in the nine-grid layout is of an empty laboratory, with sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting stripes of light and shadow on the workbench, but no one is in sight.

The fifth picture contains a ten-second video clip showing a robotic arm holding a pen and signing the name "Jiang Qing" in a lab notebook, the pen strokes so strong they seem capable of tearing through the paper.

The accompanying text reads, "The USTC-Wuwen Technology Joint Laboratory for Artificial Intelligence Ethics Framework was officially inaugurated today."

"Brother, where are you?!"

On the other side, at Tsinghua University in Beijing.

Jiang Nan sent three question marks in the family group chat, along with a selfie of herself making a peace sign at the entrance of the lab.

At this moment, Jiang Qing was lying on the balcony on the second floor of the Engineering Physics Building at Tsinghua University. He was resting one hand behind his head and using the other hand to take pictures of the clouds with his phone. There was also half a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) left beside him.

Finally, after taking a satisfactory photo, he immediately sent it to Ono and the others one by one.

Caption: The weather is nice today.

His movements were incredibly skilled.

The lecture hall was broadcasting the unveiling ceremony of the chip laboratory live. Academician Yao Qizhi showed the camera the architecture diagram drawn by Jiang Qing, and the shutter clicks of dozens of media outlets in the audience rose and fell.

"Hello Academician Yao, why is President Jiang not present?"

A reporter searched for a long time but couldn't find Jiang Qing, and asked curiously.

"Dr. Jiang said he was going to verify a certain conjecture."

In dozens of shots, Academician Yao pushed up his reading glasses and smiled.

"However, he left a gift."

Suddenly, the large screen started playing a video that Jiang Qing had recorded in advance.

He leaned against the whiteboard covered with formulas, his fingertips twirling the laser pointer, which suddenly stopped.

"By the way, remember to preheat that ion implanter for six hours first... Don't ask why, it's just quantum metaphysics."

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience.

Half an hour later, at 10:00 AM, Tsinghua University's official Weibo account released the video.

Academician Yao Qizhi personally unveiled the laboratory, and when the red silk was lowered, a golden plaque reading "Wuwen Technology - Tsinghua Intelligent Chip Laboratory" was revealed.

The camera panned across the wafer processing equipment gleaming coldly inside the glass window, and the comment section was instantly flooded with "hardcore".

In Building 7 of Xixi Industrial Park in Lin'an, Zhang Yong stared at the video clips that were going viral in the DingTalk group, squeezing his thermos cup so hard it made a creaking sound.

The candlestick chart on the projection screen overlapped with the laboratory photos, and he grabbed the internal phone to make a call.

"Let's speed things up at the Bodhidharma Academy; our Thousand Questions on the General Principles should be taking shape by now!"

He suddenly burst out laughing.

"This kid is treating college like he's playing with Lego."

"Mr. Zhang, the Cainiao Station's intelligent sorting system."

"Add another 100 million to speed up the process."

Zhang Yong interrupted his subordinate.

"Donate another library to the University of Science and Technology of China... the kind with a Starbucks."

A broadcast announcement suddenly sounded in Building B of Xiaomi Science and Technology Park.

Lei Jun, who was testing a new robotic vacuum cleaner, looked up and saw the R&D team rushing towards the conference room with their laptops.

"What kind of trouble is Jiang Qing up to now?"

He opened WeChat and sent a voice message to his pinned contact.

"Are you at Tsinghua University or USTC? I'll have someone send you some authentic hot dry noodles!"

The phone vibrated three times in Jiang Qing's pocket.

As he sat up, a commotion suddenly arose below. Three young men wearing press passes were surrounding a girl in a lab coat, questioning her.

"Excuse me, will Dr. Jiang be showing up today?"

Is he currently on SMTH?

"Is the joint laboratory led by SMTH or Wuwen?"

……

The girl, being chased and in a panic, lost her way. Suddenly, the folder she was holding slipped from her arms, and amidst the flying papers, the title page of "Analysis of Artificial Intelligence Chip Illustrated Version 1.2" was revealed.

Jiang Qing shook her head helplessly, braced herself on the edge of the balcony with one hand, jumped down, used the air conditioner unit for leverage to stop, and then landed steadily next to the green belt.

"Excuse me."

He bent down to pick up the document covered in grass clippings and glanced at it casually.

"There's a variable that's written backwards in the third paragraph on page seven."

"what!"

The girl gasped in surprise, then quickly came to her senses and blushed with excitement.

"Thank you, Jiang Shen, I'll fix it right away!"

She nodded vigorously, her voice trembling slightly.

The reporters were stunned for two seconds before they reacted, and their cameras and microphones instantly formed a tight circle around them.

A reporter in a red suit almost poked Jiang Qing's chin with his microphone.

What is Dr. Jiang's response to director Chen Kaige's criticism?

Jiang Qing glanced at him in surprise, then noticed a strange look on his face behind his Beijing News employee ID badge.

When did state media become so gossipy?
His eyes darted around, and he suddenly flashed the standard smile an actor gives when facing the camera.

"I'll be joining the filming crew next week for a shoot of 'Lighter and Princess Dress.' I suggest you consult my agent about this."

These words were like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan; the three reporters looked at each other, none of them able to understand what he meant.

By the time everyone came to their senses, Jiang Qing had already turned into the side door of the Engineering Physics Building, and the afterimage of him waving goodbye flashed in the swaying reflection of the glass door.

"that……"

One of the reporters looked at his two colleagues with a puzzled expression.

"Who is President Jiang's agent?"

The remaining two looked at each other, then shook their heads simultaneously.

The three of them stared at each other for a while before realizing that Jiang Qing didn't have an agent.

Really impressed!
Two major events that shook the industry went unnoticed on social media: "Zhao Lusi's new drama behind-the-scenes photos" and "Yang Yang's new drama 'My Human Fireworks' project was officially launched" remained at the top of the trending searches.

Only the in-depth analysis post by tech blogger "Silicon Valley Xiao Luo" went viral in the tech community.

"Wuwen Technology's dual laboratories have been established, potentially making it the Chinese version of DeepMind!"

-

December 9th, Wednesday.

Luyang, Grand Hyatt Hotel.

The September heatwave in Luyang hadn't subsided when Zhang Jingyi and Fangfang swiped open the door to room 1708; a thin layer of sweat already covered their noses.

As soon as she entered the door, she rushed into the bedroom, kicked off her sandals, and pounced onto the bed. Her nose brushed against the sun-baked, fluffy pillow. Before she could even turn over, she heard Fangfang muttering behind her.

"My little darling, the reading session starts at 2 PM, and there's less than an hour left for makeup and changing!"

"Roger that!"

She sprang out of bed in a flash, helped Fangfang open the suitcase, and picked up the beige linen shirt to try it on in front of the mirror.

"Doesn't this look too much like something a programmer would wear?"

She then pulled over a light blue striped dress and held it up in front of her.

"What about this one? Doesn't it look like it's been stolen from Zhu Yun's costume?"

"You are the embodiment of Zhu Yun."

Fangfang spread out her makeup case on the bay window.

"Director Liu said to wear casual clothes for the reading session, so don't put the same effort into this as you would on the red carpet at the press conference."

"Oh, I know!"

Zhang Jingyi ultimately chose a simple gray-white T-shirt paired with jeans, revealing her slender neck. She casually put on a pair of round-framed glasses, instantly adding a touch of intellectual charm.

As the makeup brush swept across her eyelids, she suddenly grabbed Fangfang's hand.

"Don't make the eyeliner too high. In the script, Zhu Yun is still a college student at this point." Fangfang blinked in the mirror, noticed that her mascara was clumped together, and hurriedly looked for cotton swabs.

At 1:40, Zhang Jingyi stood at the door of the conference room and took a deep breath, hearing Ma Ke's loud voice coming from inside.

"I bet President Jiang is wearing a shirt today!"

Zeng Keni's silver earrings flashed past through the crack in the door.

"What are we betting on? Afternoon coffee."

She couldn't help but smile, feeling a little disappointed that Jiang Qing hadn't arrived yet, but also much more relaxed.

She stood Jiang Qing up yesterday. They had agreed to meet yesterday, but she couldn't make it because of a delay in her advertising shoot.

Although it wasn't a big deal, I still felt a little embarrassed.

She quickly composed herself, clearing her mind of distractions.

The moment I pushed open the door, a blast of cold air hit me, and I glanced around and saw about twenty people already seated around the rectangular conference table.

Director Liu Junjie's thermos was steaming, while screenwriter Zhou Yong was marking the script with a red pen.

Just as Zhang Jingyi was about to move to the corner, Zhao Zhiwei stopped her and pulled her to the main seat.

“Jingyi, sit here. President Jiang will definitely sit next to you later.”

Before he could finish speaking, the door was pushed open again.

Jiang Qing carried his laptop in one hand, his blond hair fluttering in the air conditioning. He wore a simple black crew neck T-shirt and sweatpants with white stripes on the side that accentuated his long legs.

His gaze swept across the room full of people, finally landing on the empty seat to Zhang Jingyi's right.

"Hello everyone, I am Jiang Qing."

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded slightly to the group of people who had stood up, then sat down next to Zhang Jingyi with complete ease.

The two exchanged a smile, and the girl immediately felt relieved.

Looks like he's not angry, hehe...

"Dr. Jiang, you're too kind. Please introduce yourself to everyone first, and we'll begin once everyone is here."

Director Liu Junjie greeted him with a broad smile.

Jiang Qing then briefly introduced himself to the main cast and crew, with Zhang Jingyi occasionally providing further introductions.

"Take a look at this. I've modified the code on page thirteen of the script."

After exchanging pleasantries, Jiang Qing pushed the computer in front of the girl.

The screen was filled with running programming software. Zhang Jingyi stared at the completely unfamiliar interface for a moment, then pointed to a certain spot.

"Could this pop-up message be changed to 'Princess, please debug'?"

Jiang Qing paused in typing, then turned her head to look at her.

Are you sure the audience will understand it?

"This is called a biographical sketch!"

She solemnly opened the script.

"At this point, Li Xun had already started teasing Zhu Yun."

A soft cough came from across the room, and the young actors exchanged glances, trying to suppress their laughter.

Liu Junjie taps the thermos cup.

"Let's go through the first five episodes, starting from our first encounter in college."

Everyone agreed, and the reading session officially began.

When Jiang Qing read the part where Li Xun was arguing with someone in the computer room, she raised her hand in agreement.

"There's a bug in the code on page seven."

All eyes in the room turned to him as he pointed at the script.

"Python 3.0 wasn't available back then, so we should have used C++ to write the interface."

The script has obviously been altered; at least the script that Thirteen revised wouldn't have this bug. Clearly, the screenwriter added more content.

Screenwriter Zhou Yong's pen hovers in mid-air.

"But the audience can't understand C++."

"I'll change it to pseudocode and teach Jingyi a few basic terms."

As Jiang Qing spoke, she began drawing a flowchart on a draft paper.

"The cyclical structure is like...like a skewer of grilled meat spinning around and dipping it in sauce."

Zhang Jingyi picked up a red pen and drew a simple little pig next to the flowchart.

"The variable is like a piggy bank, with different coins representing data types."

The ballpoint pen suddenly ran out of ink, and she angrily shook her hand.

"Zhu Yun."

Jiang Qing watched her tease.

"You have to pay for damaging public property."

"I'll buy you a new lipstick?"

She pulled out a bright red one from her makeup bag.

"It matches your black T-shirt perfectly today."

Uncontrollable laughter erupted in the meeting room.

Zeng Keni nudged Zhao Zhiwei while covering her face with the script.

"Is this considered a publicly funded romance?"

"Of course!"

Zhao Zhiwei nodded in deep agreement.

As the reading continued until dusk, the sunset outside the window painted the blinds of the conference room red.

Zhang Jingyi was biting her pen cap, pondering her lines, when suddenly a piece of chocolate appeared in front of her.

"Low blood sugar can affect your condition."

Jiang Qing's action of tearing open the packaging paper was very natural, as if she had rehearsed this action a thousand times.

"Thank you, Teacher Jiang."

She grinned and reached out to take it.

Cui Yuxin then raised her phone.

"Dr. Jiang, can I take a photo with you? My mom heard that I'm going to act in a movie with you, and she insists that I get your autograph."

"I owe it first."

Jiang Qing drew a smiley face on the title page of Cui Yuxin's script.

"Bring the wrap-up photo on the day the filming is finished to exchange it."

"okay!"

He nodded hastily.

When it was Zhang Jingyi's turn to act opposite Jiang Qing again, she had just finished reciting "I will not lose to you" when her stomach suddenly growled.

Jiang Qing's hand, which was turning the page, stopped in mid-air, and she looked at her with a teasing smile.

Should we add a sound effect to this part?

"Jiang Qing!"

She slammed the script on the table, her ears turning bright red.

"This is a normal physiological response."

"Yes, Zhu Yun needs to replenish her energy."

He magically pulled a bag of bear-shaped cookies from his laptop bag.

"Standard laboratory supplies."

Amid the cheers and jeers of the crowd, Liu Junjie's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands with a smile.

"Keep this part! We'll act it like this once filming starts!"

Jiang Qing nodded with a smile, while Zhang Jingyi looked astonished.

As dusk deepened, Jiang Qing's computer suddenly displayed a video call invitation.

Lei Jun's large face was right in front of the camera.

"Jiang Qing, our new..."

"I'm currently reading aloud, I'll talk about it later."

He quickly closed the notebook.

Zhang Jingyi raised an eyebrow and mouthed "So dedicated!" to him. Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile and wink.

This moment was secretly captured by Qian Didi on the other side, and later became the iconic image that dominated the CP (couple) supertopic.

The girl in the gray-white T-shirt rested her chin on her hand and looked at the blond boy, whose smile seemed to soften the entire twilight.

(End of this chapter)