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Chapter 210 The First Step in Artificial Intelligence! New Year's Eve, 2012!
Chessboard Street, the entrance to an alley with white walls and black tiles.

A sprig of yellow plum blossom peeked out from the low wall, hanging above Wang Ziyan's head, and a faint fragrance filled the air.

Chen Yansen's answer was crude and straightforward, yet it conveyed a sense of intimacy.

"You speak so rudely, you definitely don't have a girlfriend." Wang Ziyan's lips turned down, her face clearly showing her displeasure, and she said with certainty.

"Little brat, what do you know? Here, take this, the top-of-the-line Orange C2."

Chen Yansen scoffed lightly, and as he spoke, he took a palm-sized packaging box out of the bag and tossed it to her.

"Thank you, Brother Yansen. I wish you a monthly income of ten million. My parents and brother are at home. You can go straight over there."

Wang Ziyan's eyebrows curved into crescent shapes as she smiled and spoke.

Earning tens of millions a month?

Who are you cursing?

Chen Yansen's face darkened, and he reached out to snatch the item back.

Wang Ziyan dodged backward, turned sideways and ran forward, leaving only a fiery red silhouette and a clear, bell-like laugh.

This girl has grown up quite a bit!

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and made his own assessment in his heart.

He then continued walking deeper into the alley along the somewhat uncomfortable cobblestone path.

Before long, a bare locust tree stood tall in the cold wind, with a persimmon tree next to it.

The gate to Wang Zihao's house was open, and although there was a door between them, they could still hear rustling sounds coming from inside.

Without saying hello, Chen Yansen stepped into the courtyard, pushed open the door, and saw an eight-immortal table in the living room. Wang Zhanjun and Wang Zihao were busy setting out the bowls and chopsticks, while Wen Shumei, wearing an apron, was carrying a bowl of chicken soup dumplings as she came out of the kitchen.

"Huh? Xiaosen, what brings you here?" Wen Shumei was taken aback for a moment, then a big smile spread across her face. She quickly put down the dishes, wiped her hands clean with her apron, and then pulled Chen Yansen to sit down.

"Brother Sen, let's have dinner at my place tonight," Wang Zihao suggested.

"No, I just came to see Uncle Wang and Aunt Wen. I booked New Year's Eve dinner at Juhongsheng tonight, and I have to eat with Old Chen."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, directly refusing.

Wang Zihao agreed, thinking that they couldn't let Uncle Chen spend New Year's Eve alone.

"It seems that Old Chen's cooking skills haven't improved at all."

Wang Zhanjun joked as he brewed tea for Chen Yansen.

He recalled Chen Yansen when he was a child, his mouth always sweet as honey, constantly praising Wen Shumei: "Aunt Wen, your cooking is so delicious, can I come again tomorrow?"

The couple looked at each other, thinking that the boy had become addicted to freeloading, but later they found out that Chen Yansen ate all three meals a day at fast food restaurants.

Firstly, the father and son had a strained relationship; secondly, Chen Guobin's cooking skills were indeed unsatisfactory.

I've been getting this free meal for six or seven years now!

When Chen Guobin learned about this, he decided to pay Wang Zhanjun a monthly allowance for food.

But in Wang Zhanjun's view, it was just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks. Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao were childhood best friends, and once money was involved, their relationship would change.

At first, Wen Shumei was not happy, after all, a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. Although Chen Yansen was small, he had a big appetite.

But after Wang Zihao went to university and started a business with Chen Yansen, the unhappiness that had been weighing on her heart had long since disappeared.

Now my son is a director at Pinduoduo, managing about a dozen subordinates. He earns 50,000 to 60,000 yuan a month, and with the quarterly bonuses he receives four times a year, he can easily earn more than 1 million yuan a year.

Wen Shumei knew in her heart that this was all thanks to Chen Yansen.

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I brought some new products from the company. I'd appreciate it if you could help me check them out."

Chen Yansen placed the gift bag on the table and said in a serious tone.

"You're getting more and more cunning. You're offering gifts, so what? Are you afraid I won't accept them?"

Wang Zhanjun shook his head, showing no politeness to Chen Yansen, and took out two cell phones, a lighter, and a box of cosmetics from the bag.

Wen Shumei instinctively wanted to decline, but after being glared at by Wang Zhanjun, she could only sigh helplessly, accept the new phone and cosmetics, and thank Chen Yansen, saying, "Xiaosen, you must come tomorrow, Aunt Wen will make you beef hot pot."

Wang Zhanjun casually stuffed the lighter into his pocket, never expecting that this seemingly insignificant little gadget would cost as much as 18,000 yuan.

At this moment, Wang Ziyan walked in carrying a bag of solid alcohol.

"Uncle Wang, it's getting late, I'll head back now." Chen Yansen stood up to take his leave.

In Chun Shen, the New Year's Eve dinner usually starts around 5 or 6 pm. After dinner, the adults play mahjong while the children go out to set off fireworks.

He also realized that if the hot pot hadn't run out of fuel, Wang Zihao's family might have already finished half of their New Year's Eve dinner.

Wang Zhanjun nodded slightly, not bothering with formalities, and directly asked Wang Zihao to see him out.

"Brother Sen, I've booked a private karaoke room for tonight. Besides our boss, there are six of my high school classmates with me. Want to come along?"

When they reached the alley entrance, Wang Zihao asked.

"No need, you guys have fun." Chen Yansen waved his hand, got into the back of the Bentley, and instructed Xiao Li to go back to the salt company's residential area to pick up Old Chen.

Sitting in the car, Chen Yansen couldn't help but recall his previous life, where he would only make one phone call to Old Chen on New Year's Eve at most.

Then he would randomly select a female friend to spend the Spring Festival with him.

The silver Bentley sped along, heading towards the west side of the city.

at the same time.

In Luzhou, the delivery riders of Kuaipao are still traversing the streets and alleys, busy delivering meals to customers.

With the Spring Festival approaching, the event team planned a special event for New Year's Eve dinners. Most of the participating businesses were chain restaurants, and the results were surprisingly good.

Originally, only 200 riders were scheduled to place orders online today, but before 5 p.m., all the participating restaurants were already overwhelmed with orders.

In this city of over seven million people, there are far more migrant workers who couldn't go home for the Spring Festival than Pei Yi had imagined.

Xia Xiangyu then urgently gathered more than 100 riders, which alleviated the pressure of order delivery.

Li Zhou was one of them. He wrapped himself up tightly, and although it was cold outside, his heart was burning with warmth.

The Kuaipao delivery rider who went online today received a 500 yuan overtime subsidy, as well as a series of order-boosting rewards. He glanced at his phone screen and saw that he had completed 37 orders, earning 592 yuan, with the price per order reaching 16 yuan.

If you work all night, you could easily make 1000 yuan!
Li Zhou grinned, rode his electric scooter, and headed to Luzhou's wife to pick up her meal.

the other side.

After having New Year's Eve dinner with Old Chen, Chen Yansen asked Xiao Li to take him back to the residential area.

He went into a hotel, booked an executive suite on the top floor, stood in front of the glass curtain wall, and took out his phone to call Song Yuncheng.

"What am I going to do if I can't sleep when you're not here?"

Chen Yansen, a sly smile playing on his lips, asked softly.

"Mr. Chen, you're such a grown man, haven't you learned to sleep alone yet?" Song Yuncheng asked rhetorically.

"Come keep me company," Chen Yansen said, getting straight to the point. "I...I can't leave. I can't exactly tell my aunt that I have to go to the boss's room on New Year's Eve to report to him, can I?"

Song Yuncheng joked with a smile.

"You're so smart, you'll definitely find an excuse. I'll wait for you at the hotel."

After Chen Yansen finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Beep beep beep—" Song Yuncheng's face stiffened as she heard the busy tone on the receiver, her teeth itching with anger.

This guy is completely unreasonable!
Lujiang and Chunshen are more than 100 kilometers apart, and it takes two hours to get there by expressway.

But after thinking about it, she turned around and went into the main room, saying to her aunt and uncle, "Han Xue invited me and a few classmates to play mahjong together. If it ends too late, I'll sleep at her house."

Han Xue was Song Yuncheng's high school classmate, which her aunt knew, but in her memory, Song Yuncheng rarely played mahjong, let alone played mahjong all night.

The aunt pondered for a moment, and although she felt a little strange, she didn't say anything. She just reminded her, "It's cold outside, wear an extra layer of clothing, don't catch a cold."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his car keys, and went out.

"Little Orange has changed so much." The aunt couldn't help but sigh as she watched Song Yuncheng's retreating figure.

"Xiao Chengzi has had a stroke of good luck. She's found an excellent boyfriend who's only twenty years old. He's the owner of an e-commerce company and the president of a tech company, with a net worth of over 10 billion."

The young man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smiled in agreement.

"Xiao Chengzi is also very capable. She followed Chen Yansen to sell phone cards and traveled on business trips to visit clients. Every deal she made was hard-earned."

The younger sister-in-law glanced at her husband and retorted.

"Yes, yes, you're right." The young man chuckled and didn't argue with his wife.

Song Yuncheng went out, pressed the unlock button, and got into the driver's seat of the Aston Martin Rapide.

Before the holiday, Chen Yansen gave her the car keys so she could keep them to drive home.

She didn't understand Chen Yansen's intentions at first, but after she drove the car back to Lujiang, she clearly felt the changes in her relatives and friends.

Actually, Song Yuncheng felt quite bitter. Four years ago, after the family incident, apart from her aunt who was willing to take care of her and her brother, the other relatives avoided her like the plague.

So even though she's making money now, she hasn't bought a single bottle of wine or a pack of cigarettes to visit those 'uncles and aunts'.

The highway was incredibly deserted late at night; sometimes you wouldn't see a single car for over ten minutes.

Before 10 o'clock, Song Yuncheng arrived at Chun Shen.

"Master, come down and pick me up." Song Yuncheng parked the car and walked into the hotel lobby.

Chen Yansen received the text message, put down his computer, and took the elevator to the first floor.

"Did you miss me?" Song Yuncheng pursed her lips, a blush rising on her fair face, and asked with a smile.

"Guess," Chen Yansen said calmly.

"You just gave me a call, and I came right over. Can't I even hear what I want to hear?"

Song Yuncheng pouted and looked at Chen Yansen pitifully.

"Well, you've gotten quite bolder, daring to make demands of the boss now, haven't you?"

Chen Yansen raised his hand and tapped Song Yuncheng on the head.

Song Yuncheng immediately winced in pain; that bastard Chen Yansen had such great strength in his hands.

"Chen the Skinflint," Song Yuncheng muttered under his breath.

"I'll take you to meet my mom tomorrow," Chen Yansen said casually as he walked into the elevator.

Song Yuncheng quickly caught up, unable to suppress the smile on her lips, and boldly asked, "Did Mengjie go there too?"

"Her? Of course she's never been there."

Chen Yansen spoke the truth.

"Okay, sure." Song Yuncheng nodded obediently, pulling on Chen Yansen's arm.

Back in his room, Chen Yansen sat down at his desk and began typing rapidly.

"What is this?" Song Yuncheng asked curiously.

"I plan to incorporate a smart voice assistant into the next generation of Orange phones, based on the code framework of a voice recognition tool."

Chen Yansen replied.

"Something like Siri?" Song Yuncheng asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"More or less, but I don't think CMU Sphinx is easy to use, especially because of its low recognition accuracy, low training efficiency, and lack of a visual user interface, which is why I thought of developing my own."

Chen Yansen continued to speak while his hands remained still.

After saying that, seeing Song Yuncheng's puzzled look, he added, "CMU Sphinx is an open-source speech recognition tool, mainly used to process speech and text data."

"You know so much." A look of admiration flashed in Song Yuncheng's eyes.

"Of course, the more techniques you know, the better." Chen Yansen smiled slightly, quickly finished the design work of the model structure, then closed the computer and carried Song Yuncheng to the bathroom.

The next morning.

Chen Yansen took Song Yuncheng to Beishan.

"So your mother is so beautiful, but Uncle Chen..." Song Yuncheng respectfully offered incense, but after seeing Liang Huizhen's photo, he was filled with doubt.

"When Old Chen was young, he was as handsome as me. Now that he's older, he's always unkempt and looks disheveled and decadent."

Chen Yansen said with a smile.

“No wonder Uncle Chen always kicked you when you were little. I bet there was a reason for every kick,” Song Yuncheng said with a smile, covering her mouth.

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, ignored her, and looked at the tombstone, asking in his heart, "Mom, what do you think of this? If you're satisfied, please visit your son in a dream."

Song Yuncheng stayed in Chun Shen until 10 o'clock, then rushed back to Lujiang without stopping.

Over the next few days, Chen Yansen stayed in his hotel room, continuing to refine the acoustic, convolutional neural network, deep neural network, and recurrent neural network models for the speech recognition tool.

He was only responsible for building the framework; the specific details were handled by graduates from Huazhong University of Science and Technology, Luzhou University of Technology, and Huian University of Technology.

It is usually difficult for one person to independently complete the development of a speech recognition tool, because it requires mastering speech signal processing technology as well as being proficient in programming languages ​​and algorithm models.

However, Chen Yansen had already accumulated a large amount of relevant technical reserves. What others considered a complex and highly comprehensive R&D task was only a beginner's level of difficulty for him.

By January 27th, the development of this speech recognition tool, named "YuXi," had completed the construction of its overall framework.

But it's still a long way from going live.

The core function of a speech recognition tool is to convert speech signals into text information, but this requires a large amount of data support.

To recognize speech from different genders, ages, dialects, and speaking speeds, as well as speech recorded in different environments, a massive amount of speech data is required, and accurate text annotation is necessary before training a model can begin.

The current "language analysis" is nothing but an empty shell.

(End of this chapter)