Chapter 592 Another year of tranquility
It has been more than a year since he enrolled as a graduate student at the Artificial Intelligence Institute of Qingmei University. Others can't hold back a good paper for several years, but he is simply a "hot paper" in top academic journals around the world. Sometimes he can publish a lot of papers in a month.
Several articles, even one a week!
The "Zhang Feng Intelligent Embryo" he released for free has become the hottest thing in artificial intelligence research.
Because this thing is so small, anyone can download it and start "training" it, gradually turning it into a powerful artificial intelligence program.
After reading some of his papers, Meng Fei felt a little uneasy. This guy looked like Ai Yi in artificial intelligence!
But unlike Ai Yi, who kills people like crazy, the effect of Zhang Feng's technology seems to be very positive at least for now.
Qingmei University has cooperated with many large companies and has promoted "Zhang Feng Intelligent Embryology" to many highly practical projects.
For example, the previous e-commerce AI was very mechanical. All orders were queued for transportation based on order and cost, and advertisements were recommended in an extremely brutal manner.
Things are different now. Smart artificial intelligence can not only accurately coordinate transportation capacity and reserve goods, it even has feelings and can understand human nature.
For example, medicines urgently needed by the elderly will be delivered faster than normal. For elderly people who over-purchase health care products, it will not only delay the delivery progress, but also give discouraging suggestions.
Users who frequently place orders for high-sugar foods and are overweight will not receive more advertisements for such products, but will get more information about the benefits of exercise and gradually fall in love with fitness.
Stay-at-home men will not receive a lot of advertisements for home supplies and toilet paper just because they stay at home. Instead, they will become outdoor enthusiasts under the advice and guidance of e-commerce artificial intelligence.
This has also promoted the sales of various products such as fitness and outdoor. Powerful artificial intelligence not only has a positive impact on society, but also makes money!
All these magical changes come from the cooperation projects between the Artificial Intelligence Research Institute of Qingmei University and major logistics companies in the past six months.
Meng Fei flipped through Zhang Feng's papers in major academic journals. Almost all formal papers in this world use Taotie language by convention, which made Meng Fei vomit blood.
The signatures of his papers are all his and his wife's names: "Zhang, Feng & Mi, Rong".
They were originally in the same laboratory and graduate students of the same class. From the time they entered the graduate school, they worked on the same project, got married, and then divorced.
Seeing this, Meng Fei couldn't help but want to say: "Oh, it's really best for husband and wife not to engage in the same career." But he suddenly thought of himself and his wife, so he swallowed his words.
For the next few days, Meng Fei stayed in Zhang Feng's apartment building without leaving the door. Meng Fei was so bored that he went crazy. There was no progress in the investigation of the case.
No fish took the bait, and there wasn't even a bubble on the water. Not only did no one come to kill him, but no one even came to inquire for information.
Meng Fei gradually realized how stupid Lao Li's fishing plan was. Because instead of throwing himself into the trap, the other party might escape and never appear again!
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, Zhang Feng simply committed suicide. They came here just to waste their expressions and energy.
Meng Fei is still reading in vain every day Zhang Feng's extremely lengthy papers, outrageously concise codes, and any corner of the network he has visited.
But no valuable information was found. Sometimes some clues seemed interesting, but when they were pursued, they turned out to be dead ends.
Just like the most difficult bugs he fixed many years ago. He made a hypothesis, changed a place, and ran it a few times. The bug disappeared and it seemed to be fixed.
But suddenly it popped up again. It continued to change, disappeared, and then reappeared. It was like hide and seek, it was obviously caught, but in the blink of an eye it was in vain.
Different from his anxiety, Xiao Han's life these days is very healthy, regular, busy and fulfilling.
I got up on time to wash up at six o'clock. At seven o'clock, I woke up Meng Fei who was tossing and turning on the sofa. The breakfast ordered from Mi Tuan was already ready and placed on the dining table.
After dinner, clear the table. Clean the room, make the bed, mop the floor, take out the trash, and make the whole room spotless and orderly.
Then there is lunch, housework, dinner, study, entertainment, and rest. Let’s see who is lucky enough to marry a standard good wife and mother.
December 26, 8022. Tomorrow is God’s birthday. For Meng Fei, this is obviously a God’s birthday holiday that was wasted by his boss because of boredom.
At the end of winter, a long and continuous winter rain began. When I opened the curtains, the transparent glass was covered with cold water droplets. The sky was filled with slowly moving gray and black thick clouds.
The humid and cold air seemed to come in through the cracks in the window, causing him to retreat on the dry floor under the computer desk.
"Honey, how's the situation?"
"It's not bad. I lie down at home every day and the wound itches terribly."
"The itch will be gone soon."
"I still can't move around, so I rely on Sister Zhu to take care of me. She moved in with me."
The "home" Ai Ting mentioned was by default not the villa they bought in Repulse Bay, but the bedroom next to their office in Moon Hall.
"Honey, what do you want for your birthday?"
"Don't waste your money!"
Meng Fei almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. You, a rich woman worth tens of billions, don't spend money randomly when you ask?
The birthday of the god also happens to be Ai Ting’s birthday. I wonder if the goddess Qingmang has any preference for this day, because even her living body chose this day to be born.
For Meng Fei, the biggest worry on this day every year is how to choose a birthday gift for his wife?
After much hesitation, he chose the latest color electronic paper book on his Chihuahua, and sent it to Moon Hall along with a birthday cake and roses.
When it was almost noon, the various ingredients in white plastic bags covered with raindrops that Xiao Han ordered from the Chihuahua were already placed on the ground at the door.
She tied her hair into a small ball at the back of her head, stuck a chopstick in the middle to secure it, then put on a yellow and black apron, sleeves, and plastic gloves.
"No, do you want to cook for yourself? Can't you order takeout? Or you can continue to eat instant noodles."
"Brother Meng, eating too much takeout is not good for your health."
At Moon Hall, you can eat in the restaurant of your workplace. Of course, graduate students at Qingmei University can also go to the school cafeteria.
But Meng Fei can't go. What if he meets Zhang Feng's acquaintance in the cafeteria and is recognized as a fake? So these days he eats takeout or instant noodles.
"What a trouble!"
"Brother Meng, don't spend the Day of Peace too perfunctorily. Tomorrow is God's birthday and Sister Ai's birthday, so remember to prepare gifts."
Xiao Han reminded me thoughtfully.
"It seems to make sense."
For people in this world, the Day of Peace is like New Year's Eve in his previous life. Not only can't work overtime on this day, but you should also spend time with your family at home, enjoy delicious food, and give each other gifts.
But isn’t he just working overtime?
"Can you cook?"
Meng Fei wanted to say that in my past life, I would burn rice even when I cooked it, so don’t expect me to help with this matter.
"No. But I also bought the recipe from Chihuahua's online bookstore."
Xiao Han confidently shook the unopened new book that had been delivered with the ingredients with a plastic-gloved hand.
Chapter completed!