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

Chapter 340 Switching back to my main account, my eyes lit up.

The next day, the morning light peeked in through the gaps in the curtains.

Jiang Qing woke up slowly and habitually reached for her phone on the bedside table first.

The screen lights up, and a WeChat message lies quietly in the notification bar, with the sending time displayed as 6:03.

The sender is Zhang Jingyi.

He opened the message.

The first thing that catches the eye is a photograph.

Against the backdrop of a vast sea, a red sun leaps majestically from the horizon, painting the sky and sea in a magnificent orange-red hue.

She stood on the beach, her back to the rising sun, facing the camera, her smile so radiant it almost overflowed the screen, seemingly more dazzling and captivating than the rising sun itself.

Below the photo is a line of text.

"Dr. Jiang, wasn't the sunrise beautiful? Don't forget what I said last night! The crew's calling, I have to go! See you next time! (Sun)(Sun)"

Jiang Qing's gaze lingered on the photo for several seconds.

In the photo, her eyes are bright, her smile is unrestrained, and she exudes a carefree and vibrant energy, as if she were the girl who made a bold confession on the beach last night, and has gained new strength in the morning sun.

He ran his fingers over the screen, as if he could feel the burning vitality in the photo.

After a moment, he silently curled the corners of his mouth and shook his head.

"It really is……"

Jiang Qing muttered to herself, not saying the rest of her words aloud, but the emotions conveyed in her smile were complex enough.

There was helplessness, there was appreciation, and there was an undeniable attraction.

After calming himself down, he got up and started washing up.

Let time take its course.

Jiang Qing did not return to the capital, but went directly from Qingdao back to Luyang and began to get busy.

The weather is gradually becoming hot and dry.

In Luyang in summer, the air is filled with the dry scent of sycamore leaves baked by the scorching sun.

Jiang Qing's life was quickly filled.

He returned to the University of Science and Technology of China to fulfill his duties as a visiting professor and make up for all the classes he had missed in Beijing.

The lecture hall was packed, with people even standing in the aisles.

The students looked on eagerly, taking notes as they attended class.

Jiang Qing stood on the podium, still dressed in a simple shirt and trousers.

He spoke without a prepared script, his gaze sweeping across the room, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears through the microphone.

"Last time we discussed the bottlenecks of deep learning models in natural language processing. Today, I'd like to propose a new direction for thinking. What if the model no longer just learns and imitates data, but tries to understand the intentions and emotions behind the data? Just like human communication, we capture not only words, but also tone, context, and subtext..."

He casually sketched a few simple model frameworks on the whiteboard, sparking murmurs of discussion from the audience.

After each open class, the related discussion notes quickly spread online.

"Jiang Shen's new approach! Emotional intent modeling! Isn't this a huge leap forward?"

"Even though I couldn't understand everything, it felt amazing! Students at USTC are so lucky!"

"What are the industry leaders saying? Has anyone come out to offer their interpretation?"

"Can I attend the next class in person? Are there any restrictions?"

……

Related topics repeatedly topped the trending searches on Weibo, Zhihu, and Douban groups.

People were not only amazed by his cutting-edge views, but also fascinated by the depth of thought he displayed beneath his youthful appearance.

Before the hype had died down, Jiang Qing reappeared in Silicon Valley on the other side of the Pacific Ocean just a few days later.

A summit that brought together the world's leading minds in the field of artificial intelligence was held here.

Yang Likun, Hinton, Hassabis, Russell...

One after another, industry leaders appeared at the event, and each appearance attracted the attention of the media.

When Jiang Qing, dressed in a dark suit, walked calmly into the venue, she immediately became the focus of attention.

Among a group of researchers, some with white hair and others with serious and profound expressions, his young Eastern face stood out.

During breaks in the meeting, photos and short videos taken by attendees were uploaded to the internet.

In the photos, he is either speaking eloquently on stage.

Or, standing alongside several gray-haired Turing Award winners, he could converse with composure, his presence in no way inferior.

Or perhaps they sit attentively in the audience, listening with a smile on their face.

These images quickly sparked heated discussions on Twitter.

"Wow! Who is that incredibly handsome young genius at the AI ​​summit?"

"That's Jiang Qing! The founder of Unquestion Tech from China! He's only 26!"

“Not just a pretty face! His insights on the future of generative AI were mind-blowing!”

"JiangQing is trending! Seriously, he looks like he walked out of a movie!"

"Let me give you some background information. This is Dr. Jiang Qingjiang from China. He has exceptional talent in the field of artificial intelligence, and he is very well-known in the industry!"

The news spread like wildfire back to China, sparking heated discussions.

"Ahhh! President Jiang has gone abroad! He's trending number one on Twitter! That's amazing!"

"Did you see the surprised looks on those foreigners' faces? That's what it means to have both good looks and talent!"

What exactly did Jiang Zemin say at the summit? Could someone please provide a translation?

"Jiang Shen is awesome!"

"As expected, Dr. Jiang shines even brighter in places like this! I saw Twitter was buzzing with excitement when I used a VPN! Many Silicon Valley bigwigs are praising Dr. Jiang!"

"Jiang Shen has finally recovered his main account password! Jiang Shen is the coolest when he's focused on his career!"

"That's true, but sometimes you still have to come down to earth, right? Otherwise, what are we supposed to see?"

"That's it!"

……

The entire internet was abuzz once again, and a sense of national pride welled up in the hearts of countless netizens.

Jiang Qing's name dominated the top five trending topics on Weibo, his edited videos of the Silicon Valley summit on Douyin quickly garnered over a million likes, and technical analysis posts about his speech on Zhihu emerged one after another.

Many people then realized that Jiang Qing's acting and variety show appearances were just for fun; her main job was in technology.

The problem is that just by appearing on a variety show, they turned Peach Blossom Village into a hit show, and the performance of "The Beginning" is even more remarkable.

Their actions demonstrated what it means to achieve a "dimensional reduction attack"!
Putting everything else aside, the latest episode of Peach Blossom Village Season 2 aired a few days ago, and the number of views immediately surged after Jiang Qing appeared, becoming the number one in the same time slot across the entire network.

Meng Ziyi's hilarious interactions with him have also propelled "Yi Jian Qing Xin" to the top of the CP rankings once again.

The terms "Meng Ziyi's Black Shop" and "Jiang Qing Meng Ziyi" remained on Weibo's trending topics list for two consecutive days before gradually decreasing.

This shows just how popular Jiang Qing is right now; her every move attracts a lot of attention.

Time slips away quietly amidst the hustle and bustle, and the scorching heat of July arrives unexpectedly, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas.

Southern Hunan, Yangtianhu Grassland.

Under the azure sky, there is an endless green meadow, dotted with wildflowers.

The fresh air carried the scent of grass and earth.

The filming location for the sixth season of "Chinese Restaurant" is a wooden restaurant with local ethnic characteristics, nestled in this picturesque landscape.

The warm morning sun shone on the wooden cabin's terrace.

Huang Xiaoming, wearing an apron, was carrying a basket of fresh vegetables into the kitchen with Yin Zheng and Yin Tao.

Zhang Ruonan sat at the front desk by the window in the restaurant, with an account book and calculator spread out in front of her.

Today, she braided her slightly wavy long hair into a loose, thick braid, casually draped over her left shoulder. She wore a clean white shirt with brown overalls over it, and only light makeup on her face. She exuded a fresh and sweet aura, like a little sunflower on the prairie.

"Chef Zhan, are all the ingredients for today's signature dish ready?" Huang Xiaoming wiped his sweat and called out to the kitchen.

"Don't worry, store manager, everything's ready!"

Chef Zhan's loud voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the crisp sound of pots and pans clattering together.

Chen Linong quietly wiped the dining table, her movements meticulous.

Yin Zheng moved closer to Huang Xiaoming and asked curiously.

"Brother Xiaoming, didn't you say this morning that a friend was coming over today? Who is it? It's almost eleven o'clock."

Huang Xiaoming smiled mysteriously, keeping everyone in suspense.

"What's the rush? I told you it's a surprise. You'll see when you get here; I guarantee it'll blow your mind!"

He blinked deliberately.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruonan looked up from the ledger and revealed a curious expression.

"Manager, you've been keeping us in suspense all morning. We've all tried to guess, but we still can't figure it out."

"That's it!"

Yin Tao echoed this sentiment.

Huang Xiaoming just smiled without saying a word and turned to check the liquor cabinet.

Zhang Ruonan shook her head, refocusing her attention on the ledger, her fingers flying across the calculator as she muttered yesterday's income and expenses.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows on her focused profile.

Just then, the sound of a door being pushed open came from the restaurant entrance.

"Welcome to our Chinese restaurant!"

Zhang Ruonan almost reflexively flashed a professional, sweet smile and greeted him crisply.

Before he could even lift his head, his gaze was still fixed on the numbers on the calculator.

Until a laughing male voice rang out in the quiet restaurant.

"Teacher Zhang, it's been a long time."

The sound was like a faint electric current, instantly striking Zhang Ruonan.

She suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

A tall figure stood against the light at the entrance.

A simple white T-shirt, light-colored casual pants, and a thin light gray shirt casually draped over it, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Her neat short hair and smiling eyes gradually overlapped with the face in my memory.

It's Jiang Qing!
Zhang Ruonan seemed to have been put on pause. Her eyes widened instantly, her mouth slightly open, and she was still holding the pen for bookkeeping, completely forgetting what she was doing.

The professional smile on his face froze, then was replaced by an expression of disbelief.

She blinked subconsciously, wondering if she had misread the numbers.

"Mr....Mr. Jiang?!"

She finally found her voice, and with obvious surprise, she jumped up from the chair, so fast that she knocked over the pen next to her.

The pen fell onto the wooden floor with a soft "thud".

The commotion alerted the others.

The curtain at the back of the kitchen was suddenly flung open, and Yin Zheng leaned out, half of his body still dangling from his mouth.

"What's wrong, Nan Nan? We have guests..."

His words stopped abruptly when he saw the person at the door, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Holy crap! It's President Jiang!"

Immediately afterwards, Yin Tao, Chen Linong, and Huang Xiaoming, who was wearing an apron, all came out of the kitchen.

Chef Zhan, also curious, wiped his hands and followed.

All eyes were focused on the smiling man at the door, who seemed to be just visiting a friend.

"President Jiang, why didn't you tell me you were coming? It's been a long time!"

Yin Zheng was the first to shout it out, his voice rising several octaves.

They met while filming "The Four Seas".

"Is it really Dr. Jiang?"

Yin Tao looked surprised.

Chen Linong looked reserved and glanced at Huang Xiaoming.

"Manager, this surprise is... absolutely amazing!"

Although Chef Zhan doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, who doesn't know how popular Jiang Qing is these days?

He raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Huang Xiaoming's face was full of a smug smile of his successful plan. He strode forward and opened his arms enthusiastically.

"Haha! President Jiang! Welcome, welcome! We've been waiting for you!"

He patted Jiang Qing's shoulder forcefully, then turned to the stunned crowd and raised his hand in greeting.

"See! What did I tell you? Didn't it brighten your day?"

It was only then that Zhang Ruonan finally snapped out of her shock.

Her face flushed instantly, and she quickly bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen to the ground. Her heart was pounding, and she felt a little flustered.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm her racing heart, she looked up again with a smile that, while seemingly polite, couldn't hide her joy.

"Mr. Jiang, it really is you! What a surprise! The store manager didn't let anything slip!"

As she spoke, she quickly walked around from behind the front desk, stood in front of Jiang Qing, and her eyes sparkled.

"What brings you here?"

Jiang Qing hugged Huang Xiaoming, then let go of him. Her gaze naturally fell on Zhang Ruonan, taking in her momentary panic and her forced composure.

"I was tricked into coming here by your store manager. He said there was good food here. I just came back from abroad and wanted to eat some of our domestic food, so here I am."

He made a joke, then glanced at Yin Zheng and the others, nodding in greeting.

"Hello everyone, you're Chef Zhan, right? I came here specifically for you."

"Hello, Mr. Jiang!"

"Mr. Jiang, you're too kind!"

Chef Zhan responded with a smile.

"Oh my! President Jiang! It's been so long since we last met."

Yin Zheng had already rushed over, his excitement evident.

"really."

Jiang Qing nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became incredibly lively because of Jiang Qing's arrival.

Huang Xiaoming put his arm around Jiang Qing's shoulder and walked inside.

"Come on, come on, don't just stand at the entrance, let's take a look around our new outpost on the grassland! Isn't the environment nice?"

Zhang Ruonan followed behind, watching Jiang Qing's back and listening to his familiar conversation with Huang Xiaoming and Yin Zheng. Her fingers secretly clenched the pen in her hand, then relaxed.

The slight panic I felt earlier had passed, replaced by a strange sense of excitement.

She quietly ran her fingers through the ends of her braided hair that hung over her shoulder, then quickly followed after her, her face beaming with a smile even brighter than the grassland sunshine, and joined the conversation in a clear voice.

"Brother Xiaoming, you did an excellent job keeping this a secret! President Jiang, please have a seat. What would you like to drink? We have homemade plum juice and fresh milk tea from the grasslands!"

She naturally assumed the role of a waitress, but the light in her eyes was brighter than ever before.

(End of this chapter)