Electronic Nezha

Chapter 45 Old Liu

Old Wang and Li Ping naturally took my words as encouragement and comfort, but they still frowned.

I was completely relaxed, my mind filled with thoughts of going home for dinner. I reached out to Lao Wang and said, "Brother Wang, the car keys." It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the market back to the neighborhood, and I didn't want to suffer that in this cold weather.

Old Wang tossed me his keychain, and I grabbed Liu Zhenhua, turned on the switch, and sped off.

As I passed the stalls, the owners all seemed preoccupied, and I thought to myself: "Mortals, you worry about so many useless things."

As soon as I stepped out of the market, I was stopped by two people. The two men were wearing police uniforms, one fat and one thin. Several people riding electric bikes in front of me had also been stopped.

I thought to myself: Ugh, why are we running into helmet checks again...?

Liu Zhenhua skillfully jumped to the ground and whispered, "It's over!"

Of the group that was stopped earlier, only two were being checked for the first time; the rest scanned the code and paid a fine of fifty yuan!

When it was my turn to be dealt with, I sheepishly approached the officer, trying my best to act as if I knew I had to pay a fine, but the last time I was caught by another officer. It's hard to say what my motivation was, but if I had to say, I just didn't want people to think I had fallen into the same trap twice...

But the fat policeman's one sentence broke my defenses: "It's you again?"

I broke down and said, "You still remember me?"

The skinny policeman held up his phone to take pictures, saying, "Last time you were also with your son, speeding by like a whirlwind." So he remembered me too.

I put on a forced smile and said, "So... it's a change of shifts, huh?"

The chubby traffic cop said, "Speak up, show me your ID. You won't learn your lesson if I don't fine you."

"Can you still remember my ID number?" I was just trying to ease the awkwardness.

Stop being silly and tell me.

I can only honestly give out the number.

The portly traffic cop was typing carefully on his phone when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Hmm, is this your first time getting a ticket?"

The thin traffic cop said, "Impossible, you must have entered it wrong."

"No—" the chubby traffic cop shoved the screen towards his colleague's face. "It's right, isn't it?" In his haste, he even held the phone screen up to me. "Is this you?"

That's me!

The overweight traffic policeman got anxious: "What's going on?"

The skinny traffic cop asked me, "Do you have a twin brother?" He has quite the imagination.

"No." I understand the principle that one lie requires ten thousand lies to cover it up.

"Then what should we do?" the fat traffic policeman asked the thin traffic policeman.

"Let's follow the procedure," the thin traffic policeman said while taking my picture. "One warning, next time a fine."

After my immunity from death was revoked, it turned around and saved me from another attack.

Amidst the bewildered looks of the two traffic policemen, I got on my bike and rode away dejectedly; after all, it wasn't exactly something to be proud of.

After Liu Zhenhua got on the bike, I nudged him with my elbow as I rode.

"I didn't do it," Liu Zhenhua said.

"What happened?" I remembered that after he was caught by the traffic police last time, he said something like what if the police system broke down. I was afraid he had such thoughts back then.

"do not know."

"Son, if your dad decides to punish you for this, you'll have to accept the embarrassment. But you can't do anything illegal or disorderly." I meant it sincerely. There's a saying that even bad guys hope their sons are good people. As for me, a bad guy... when did I become a bad guy?
There's another saying: "With great power comes great responsibility." If you have great power but don't act responsibly, the harm you cause will be even greater. Look at how arrogant that guy in Spider-Man is after he turns evil. That's just a movie. If there were people like that in real life, who knows what kind of things that bastard would do that can't be shown?

"It's really not me."

I was skeptical, and that was the end of it.

When I got home, I asked Liu Zhenhua while eating, "Is your big data algorithm reliable?"

Liu Zhenhua said, "Let Yuanyuan explain to you." Yuanyuan was right next to us and already knows the whole story.

Yuan Yuan said, "If those bosses from the south really wanted to set up a fruit logistics business here, it couldn't have been a spur-of-the-moment decision. They must have conducted on-site investigations multiple times before their visit with the vice mayor. Their recent itinerary should all be related to this matter, which will be reflected in their airfares, train tickets, and hotel bookings. There should also be similar activity patterns at the source of the logistics. That's all I can figure out." Liu Zhenhua said, "Not precise, but that's roughly the idea."

Do you know who those bosses are?

Liu Zhenhua shrugged: "Didn't it all make the news? There are photos too."

"You managed to find out about so many people?"

"One facial recognition is all it takes. Then we can check their itinerary, accommodations, and who they've recently interacted with. It's a piece of cake," Liu Zhenhua summarized casually. "Humans have no secrets from me."

Although Liu Zhenhua said the police could do these things, I don't believe they could do it in 3 seconds with just a mobile phone. Moreover, Liu Zhenhua said Yuanyuan's statement was "inaccurate," so there must be details he hasn't told me. For some reason, I feel a chill. What is humanity trying to achieve by developing AI? It's terrifying!
After dinner, Liu Zhenhua requested to use the computer for the meeting. He had already finished the "Sima Zhao's intentions are obvious to everyone" part of "The King of Bad Jokes" in the past two days. The Oath of the Peach Garden had been approved, and he wanted to see if there were any new comments.

I gave him 15 points, and I also went over to take a look. The video of "The Oath of the Peach Garden" had a total of four bullet comments.

Article 1: First.

Article 2: Second.

Article 3: Abstraction.

Fourthly: This is why AI cannot replace humans.

Liu Zhenhua burst into laughter after seeing the last comment. He knew it wasn't much of a compliment, but he was still happy that someone had commented on his work. Not quite satisfied, he pressed a few more buttons.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Search for similar works across the entire internet."

Then on a certain website, we saw an exact identical video. It wasn't just the style and dialogue that were the same; it was a direct copy of Liu Zhenhua's video, and the creator's name was "I Just Do Abstract Things".

"Huh?" Liu Zhenhua scratched his head in confusion.

Yuan Yuan defined it as: "This person stole No. 0's work."

It has to be Yuan Yuan again. I was debating whether to use "plagiarism" or "piracy." Neither of these words is accurate. This person didn't even bother with "plagiarism" or "piracy," and just blatantly "stole" it.

“Yeah, right—” Liu Zhenhua said, “I’d accept it if he plagiarized it and didn’t cite the source, but how can he claim it’s his work?” Liu Zhenhua clicked on the person’s other works, which were all funny and absurd videos, including lip-syncing for characters in movies and TV shows, ancient people shooting rockets at each other, and reinterpretations of current hot topics. The styles were completely different, and it was impossible for them to be the work of the same author. To put it bluntly, this person was just a copycat.

"What are you planning to do?" I asked.

"Let's report it first." Liu Zhenhua clicked "Report" below the work, then carefully filled out the reason for the report, comparing the time he posted his work on the other site with the time "I Just Do Abstract Things" was posted on that site, and then wrote at length that he was the original author and requested that the other site remove the stolen video. Half an hour had passed by the time he finished all this.

"You should go to sleep."

"Hmm." Liu Zhenhua encountered a copyright dispute on his first creative endeavor, feeling both happy and worried, but his mood wasn't greatly affected.

I mentally prepared a plan for what happened that afternoon. The idea of ​​getting into fruit logistics was completely unfounded, at least these bosses had no interest in cold storage. But how could I tell them this tactfully?

I arrived at the market at 2:15 PM. A large crowd had already gathered in front of Old Sun's stall. Before I even reached the door, people were saying, "Fengzi is here! Fengzi is here!"

I was wondering when I had become so popular when I saw my dad sitting in the center of Old Sun's room, with Old Sun standing next to him and Wang Zili there as well.

"Dad, what brings you here?" I asked.

My dad said in a deep voice, "How could I not come after such a big thing happened?"

Someone nearby immediately said, "That's right, with Old Liu backing us up, we all feel more secure."

When did Lao Liu become Old Liu?

After looking around, I finally understood. My dad's arrival overshadowed Old Sun's position. After all, he's a veteran of two administrations. Back when he was still working in the market, he was known for his straightforward personality. He would criticize anyone he didn't like, and he was objective, not personal. So now that something like this has happened, everyone is more willing to believe my dad, and Old Sun has willingly given up his position as head coach.

With my father's ascension to the throne, I became the de facto crown prince. The court would not convene unless the crown prince came, so everyone was happy when I arrived, as we could finally discuss the matter of waging war against the enemy country.

Old Sun bent down to offer my dad a cigarette, but my dad pushed it away, saying, "I've quit. Let's get down to business."

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