I am weak and friendly

Chapter 26 Boss, I have to kowtow to you (Thanks to AD1 for the generous donation of 10,000 yuan)
"Sigh, the effect is still not very good." Tang Yiping was a little disappointed. "When I tested it myself, the effect was much better..."

Although he took the test himself, he forgot that he was not Zhang Zitong after all, and that they were different in age, physiology, and facial expressions.

In his own tests, the translation model was almost 100% accurate, but with Zhang Zitong, the accuracy rate was only 60-70%, requiring Zhang Zitong to manually click to correct it.

Before giving it to Zhang Zitong, Tang Yiping thought that what he had made was perfect!

After he said that, the middle-aged man who was listening to Zhang Zitong's ear-piercing voice looked at him with a "-_-" expression.

"Boss, you're still not satisfied?!" he shouted. "Do you know what? I'm practically ready to kneel down and kowtow to you right now! You're a real boss! Wow, a real boss!"

As he spoke, he became agitated, pointing a finger at Zhang Zitong who was holding the phone, and said, "Do you know, all these years I've dreamed of... dreamed of..."

He was speechless.

This middle-aged man is Lao Zhang, the father of little Zhang Zitong.

When he first arrived, Tang Yiping sensed a familiar aura emanating from him, not the kind of "corruption" or "forgotten" aura, but rather the aura of a programmer.

This is someone in the same industry.

Tang Yiping immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

"Master, how did you do it? How did you do it?" Old Zhang rubbed his hands together. "Oh, should I ask? You don't know, I've been dreaming about getting this thing out of this kid... for so many years. You know I do this kind of thing myself. I've thought about it day and night, even in my dreams, but I just couldn't do it, I just couldn't..."

The helplessness in Lao Zhang's words lingered on my hand like crumpled tea leaves.

Tang Yiping said, "Uh, I found two open-source speech and vision recognition models online, and then wrote a translation model to translate speech, facial expressions, and actions into rough text; because most of the translated text is single-byte, I also found a local model to complete the semantics, and then used an open-source TTS to convert it into speech..."

Tang Yiping said, "Apart from writing a translation model, I basically used open source tools and didn't do anything myself."

Old Zhang: "-_-"

Why does he feel like the child doesn't understand what he's saying?

"I know how you did it, that's what I do, no, no, no, I don't mean I know how you did it..." Old Zhang was rambling incoherently. He reorganized his thoughts and asked, "I understand everything else, but how did you translate Tongtong's speech and actions into speech? How did you train this model? I tried so many, many times without success, so many, many times..."

“Uh…you mean the translation model? I wrote it myself,” Tang Yiping said.

Lao Zhang: "???"

Silence, long silence.

"Written?" After a moment of silence, Old Zhang felt he still couldn't let the matter rest, and couldn't help but ask again, "You mean trained, right?"

"How could I train such a large model? It's too advanced, and I don't have the hardware... This part is relatively simple; I wrote it in a bit. The other parts are the troublesome. I spent half the night researching to find a suitable visual recognition model. Damn, integrating it is also a hassle. I'm a beginner in programming, my skills aren't great, and the technology stack I'm familiar with is quite old. And what's worse, their documentation is so unclear; it took me ages to understand it..."

Lao Zhang: "???"

"No... Boss, are you kidding me? You wrote this translation model yourself? Handwritten?"

Are you insulting my expertise, or my intelligence?

Tang Yiping was also a little puzzled. He said, "This is really simple. I can communicate with Tongtong and know how to translate his body language and words, so... I wrote it down. Isn't this what you do? If I had known you did this, I wouldn't have tried to teach you."

Tang Yiping looked at Lao Zhang, and Lao Zhang looked at Tang Yiping.

"Isn't that wrong?" Tang Yiping asked guiltily.

I was indeed a novice, and Brother Bao's [outdated programming techniques] were truly outdated.

Over there, Zhang Zitong was eating ice cream with his mother. His face was covered in ice cream, and Sister Gao was wiping his face while holding up her phone and talking to him intermittently.

Suddenly, Zhang Zitong snatched the phone from her mother's hand and ran away.

"Tongtong?!" Sister Gao was startled and chased after her.

Then Zhang Zitong came to the three boys.

Hold up your phone and point it at your face.

A few seconds later, a voice came from the phone:
"You three big idiots!"

The three boys were stunned.

Sister Gao and Lao Zhang were also stunned.

Zhang Zitong turned and ran!
Tang Yiping paused for a moment, then gave Zhang Zitong a thumbs-up and burst into laughter:
"Hahahahahahaha—uh?"

Seeing that Sister Gao and Old Zhang both turned to look at him at the same time, Tang Yiping asked blankly, "What's wrong?" He glanced down at his thumb, hurriedly put it away, and muttered guiltily, "What's wrong!"

Old Zhang looked at Tang Yiping, then at the three bewildered boys, his helpless wife, and Zhang Zitong, who was waving her phone like a knight wielding a longsword after slaying an enemy, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahahahahaha... Waaaaaaahh ...

He was laughing so hard he suddenly covered his face; his laughter was really awful.

"Boss, could you let me see your code?" Having finally calmed down, Old Zhang asked, "Well, I mean... I can pay, or whatever else you require, I'd like to take a look..."

He really wanted to see how this young prodigy had solved the problem that he had been pondering day and night without success.

As someone in the same industry, he was incredibly curious, scratching his head in bewilderment.

"This isn't a good idea..." Tang Yiping scratched his head and said, "My coding is terrible."

Old Zhang was somewhat disappointed. Had he really been too presumptuous in making that request?
How could I possibly let just anyone see something like this?

"Can I only look at the translation model section?" Tang Yiping asked. "You're not allowed to look at anything else!"

Tang Yiping was a little embarrassed. He had known all along that the other party's father did this kind of work, so he would have just handed over the translation model and left the rest to Lao Zhang. That would have been much better than forcing him to do it himself.

Old Zhang: "???"

What? You're letting me see the most crucial part?

"Yeah, anyway, I originally planned to open-source it online. Other people might need this model too. Although this model is designed for Tongtong, others will need to adjust it for a while... It's just that the rest of my code is so bad that I'm embarrassed to upload it..."

Old Zhang looked at Tang Yiping: "You're planning to open-source this translation model? Boss, do you even know what this means? No, I mean, do you know how much money I'm willing to spend on this model? Do you know how many people would go bankrupt to buy one of these? You're going to open-source it?"

"I've already received my payment," Tang Yiping smiled. "Tongtong hired me."

Tang Yiping took a banknote out of his pocket.

It was a hundred-yuan bill with a few words scrawled on it: "Zhang Zitong's book fee".

"I'll accept this," Tang Yiping said.

Old Zhang glanced at the banknote in Tang Yiping's hand, then at his wife and son behind him, and then back at Tang Yiping.

What flashed before my eyes was my wife teaching our son to write, but breaking down in tears, and eventually helping him write every day.

"Big boss, I really have to kowtow to you today, I really have to kowtow to you..."

The helplessness and incompetence that had plagued him for who knows how long was finally redeemed today.

He muttered to himself, seemingly unsure how to express his pent-up emotions.

He suddenly took two steps back and fell to the ground.

dong dong dong.

He really kowtowed.

　Thank you to AD1 for the generous donation and to those who were struck by lightning for their generous donations.

　　Thank you all for your support in the comments section.

　　I mentioned before that this book wasn't doing well, but I've seen so many people posting messages to encourage and support Uncle Ha these past few days!
　　Don't worry, everyone. Uncle Ha isn't the kind of person who would cut off a book just because of a bad grade. In fact, writing this book was really enjoyable.

　　It's rare to find a book that you enjoy writing; if you're happy, the reader will be happy too.

　　Judging from the recent readership, after the initial setup, it seems that everyone has started to like this book.

　　Uncle Ha hasn't been back in his comfort zone (urban + imaginative) for a long time. Every time he opens it, he just starts writing non-stop, with endless inspiration. It's been a long time since I've felt this way.

　　It's just that I'm getting older, and my typing speed isn't as fast as it used to be. (Facepalm)

　　Getting back to the results, in recent years, urban fiction has mostly focused on rebirth and entertainment. Before I started writing, I did some research and couldn't find any novels of the same genre (facepalm, seems to be the norm?). So, given the current recommendation algorithm, it's quite normal that it doesn't get much traffic...

　　Uncle Ha will be able to endure the loneliness, don't worry.

　　Speaking of which, I just accidentally thought of a reincarnation idea. How about writing a reincarnation story for my next book? (Am I thinking too soon? Hahaha)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)