The Language Cultivation Chapter 2

The gap between two hundred thousand and thirty million is more than a hundred times.

Blake Lin suddenly fell from a height of ten thousand meters, and his blank brain was dazed for a moment.

In a daze, I heard the male god's voice again: "What do you think, Mr. Lin?"

Blake Lin asked: "May I know...why did you do this?"

"Why do you want to buy shares in 'Luo Shen'?"

Faced with this huge gap, Blake Lin had to wake up and face reality: "How did you know about us?"

They were just a three-person company on the verge of bankruptcy. They couldn't afford an accountant, and their business plan was written by the architect. The "Luo Shen" algorithm had been submitted to many companies, but was rejected without exception. Of course, it was also submitted to Galaxy a year ago, but it fell into the sea.

The man intertwined his fingers and placed them on the table, saying, "If you must say, I saw some of your code on GitHub."

Then he looked into Blake Lin's eyes and said, "I am personally very interested. I wonder if you can explain the core algorithm to me in detail."

Blake Lin's heart beat heavily in his chest: "Okay."

He had tried to explain the algorithm to many people, but they all thought it was meaningless and unnecessary. Even Leo Wang and Zhao Jieji didn't really understand the mathematics.

This was the first time someone took the initiative to ask to hear his algorithm.

And it was Ian Dong, his male god for many years.

Facing his idol, he was inevitably a little nervous: "There are too many formulas, I may need a whiteboard."

"Okay." Ian Dong didn't seem unhappy with his request: "The discussion area is next door, let's use white paper instead."

As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper from the drawer and pulled out a chair next to him.

Blake Lin thought that the male god wanted him to sit next to him.

Overcome by a feeling of flattery, he sat down next to Ian Dong and picked up the carbon pen.

As he got closer, he could smell the slightly cool scent on Ian Dong's body, like an icy spring deep in the snow-capped mountains.

The desk was very spacious. He picked up a pen and placed a piece of white paper between himself and Ian Dong. He wrote a formula on the paper and said, "Most mainstream simulation intelligence systems are based on neural networks, or deep learning. But my algorithm...mainly uses chaos mathematics."

He paused for a moment, and as expected, he heard Ian Dong say, "You don't like neural networks?"

Neural network is the mainstream of artificial intelligence technology. For a while, it was changed into "deep learning", but then it gradually returned to its essence. It abstracts the neural network structure of the human brain into a mathematical model, and then simulates it on a computer, so that it can highly restore the human brain's information processing process. It has a high degree of intelligence. After the computing power of the machine is enhanced, it is even more powerful. Lions, who received 30 million from the male god, was favored by the achievements in this field.

This thing is good, but---

Blake Lin pursed his lips and said, "I don't think it's free."

Ian Dong: "Hmm?"

Blake Lin drew a box on the paper and explained: "First of all, it is the black box nature. Many aspects of the neural network cannot be explained. For example, in image recognition, Google's algorithm once mistakenly identified black people as chimpanzees, but we don't know why it made this mistake because it is difficult to explain the entire process of its decision-making."

"Many studies are trying to solve this problem." Ian Dong said.

"Actually, this is not the main reason." Blake Lin said.

He saw the male god raise his eyebrows slightly.

"Based on big data, the results are obtained by simulating biological neural networks... its thinking source, process and results all come from the original data stream." Blake Lin gave an example: "For example, if society discriminates against women, the data generated by this society also tends to this point, and the decisions made by this artificial intelligence based on the data will also discriminate against women."

After saying this, seeing the serious look in Ian Dong's eyes, he relaxed a little: "The essence of artificial intelligence is not intelligence, it is still statistics. The decisions made by the neural network cannot be separated from the original database..., so it is not free. The black box problem can be solved, but this problem cannot be solved."

Ian Dong said: "But it can already meet social needs."

"Yes, but..." Blake Lin looked Ian Dong in the eye and said seriously, "But I can do better."

According to past experience, when I say this, the person on the other side will shake his head and laugh without saying anything, thinking that he is a boastful idiot. After all, people in this era love the omnipotent neural network as if they believe in the truth.

But unexpectedly, Ian Dong didn't do that.

He said, "Tell me your thoughts."

"Thank you." He lowered his eyelashes slightly and wrote a string of words on a piece of white paper: "First, assume that individuals seek benefits and avoid harm, and then we can establish a preliminary model."

His algorithm is not easy to explain and does not sound much different from what a neural network does.

The real world is nonlinear. Fuzzy mathematics can be used to evaluate the irregular information in the real world, while fractals and chaos can further deal with more complex problems.

At least, he believes that, to a certain extent, "Lotus Goddess" is clear, independent and free.

I don’t know how long he talked, but Blake Lin finally explained the core algorithm clearly, and he felt a little exhausted.

As if just right, the male god pushed a glass of ice water in front of him.

When did the male god go to pour the water? Or did Assistant Emma Ruan come?

Blake Lin found that he might have been too focused on what he was saying just now and didn't notice anything.

He took a sip of the water in the glass. There was a chill in the water, just like the aura of Ian Dong.

Ian Dong was flipping through the seven sheets of filled draft paper.

Blake Lin was a little apologetic: "Sorry, the writing is a bit messy."

And a lot of cutting-edge mathematics was used, but both Leo Wang and Zhao Jiejia stopped here.

"It doesn't matter," Ian Dong turned the page and said calmly, "I can understand it."

The afternoon sun was not glaring, and it gently fell into the room, soaking Ian Dong's eyelashes in a golden glow. His eyes fell on the paper, and it was obvious that he was reading seriously.

For the first time in three years, Blake Lin felt that Luoshen had hope.

At least, there is someone who can understand it and is looking at it carefully.

---And this guy is a male god.

Watching his idol turn the page again, his heartbeat quickened, like the increasingly intense drumbeat.

To calm himself, he looked away.

But as soon as I moved away, I was attracted by something.

On the wall facing the floor-to-ceiling window is a transparent cabinet. In one of the compartments is a silver keyboard. Its appearance is undoubtedly extremely simple and elegant, but the meaning behind it is even more significant.

This is a legendary keyboard, and he didn't expect that he would be able to see it with his own eyes today.

It is called Apollo, which has the same name as the sun god in ancient Greek mythology. There is only one such keyboard in the world. From the axis to the keys, it was specially customized for Ian Dong by a prestigious German keyboard manufacturer as a gift for his 26th birthday.

However, in the second year after Ian Dong got this keyboard---

Blake Lin was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Ian Dong ask, "Do you like it?"

---The action was too direct and was discovered.

"Not really," Blake Lin considered his words, "May I ask...why don't you write programs anymore?"

In August of the second year after Ian Dong got the keyboard, he stopped programming. He stopped updating GitHub, stopped participating in any R&D work, and naturally no new code came out.

When a writer stops writing, he is said to have stopped writing. In Ian Dong's case, it should be called "stopping writing on the keyboard".

There are many different opinions on the Internet. Many people expressed regret, while others believed that he had completely turned into a profit-seeking businessman.

Ian Dong answered him.

The voice was low, and because it was close, it seemed to be ringing in Blake Lin's ears: "Due to some personal reasons, maybe one day in the future I will start writing again."

Blake Lin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

It is a heavy blow to his die-hard fans that his idol no longer writes code. It would be great if he could start writing again in the future.

Ian Dong's tone was indifferent, as if he was chatting with him: "There hasn't been an algorithm I like in the past two years."

Blake Lin said without hesitation: "Our team is short of programmers."

After the words were out of my mouth, I realized that I had lost my mind.

It's true that Luoshen lacks programmers. The code was written by the three of them, piece by piece. It's not beautiful at all and is very lengthy. But who is the male god? This is an insult to the male god!

He quickly shut up to hide his embarrassment.

Ian Dong smiled gently.

He had been expressionless and looked aloof before, but when he smiled, he looked like a melting snow mountain, so beautiful.

He said, "I can consider it."

Blake Lin smiled: "I'm afraid we can't afford your salary."

"Your code is indeed not easy to write." Ian Dong seemed to be thinking about something.

Blake Lin thought that Ian Dong approved of his algorithm and must want to raise the price now, perhaps changing it from 200,000 to 30 million.

Then Ian Dong said, "According to your algorithm, my purchase is correct."

---Okay, still 200,000.

Ian Dong: "You seem a little lost."

"No, you solved our urgent problem." Blake Lin denied it flatly.

Ian Dong smiled and said, "If you are sure you want to agree, you can contact me at any time."

Blake Lin: "I want to inform my companions."

Ian Dong: "Yeah."

Their conversation then became polite, and they talked vaguely about some popular technologies. When the meeting was about to end, Ian Dong said something.

"I acquired Lions Studios for 30 million yesterday."

Blake Lin looked at Ian Dong like a lemon.

"Because it's only worth 30 million," the male god looked into his eyes: "I tried to buy Luoshen's shares because I believe I can get unpredictable benefits."

His tone was as calm and peaceful as his expression, making him seem unquestionable and credible.

After Blake Lin realized what was meant by these words, his heart skipped a beat and he was overjoyed - is there anything that could make one happier than getting the approval of his male god?

At this moment, even the two hundred thousand - one hundred and fifty of thirty million - became handsome and shining with golden light.

---Although he subconsciously felt that his idol was coaxing him.

When he was about to leave the office, Ian Dong walked him to the door and opened it: "It's a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Lin."

Blake Lin: "Me too."

When he walked out the door, he saw Emma Ruan standing outside.

---With that weird, unrealistic blue square.

Blake Lin: "!"

Ian Dong was normal throughout the whole process, there was no blue thing above his head, he thought his hallucination had been cured.

He looked back at Ian Dong.

There was nothing on Ian Dong's head, and she even smiled slightly when he turned back.

Ian Dong is a beauty, a very cold one. But with a smile in her eyes, she looks even more beautiful.

But beauty could not stop Blake Lin from feeling goosebumps all over. He looked back at the top of Emma Ruan's head in doubt, then said goodbye to Ian Dong and was led into the elevator and went downstairs.

The elevator door opened and his eyes widened in shock.

People coming and going in the lobby on the first floor all had that translucent blue thing on their heads. For a moment, he felt like he had entered another dimension.

Emma Ruan carried the ghost cube and sent him to the outside of the Galaxy Building.

This is a prosperous area with a constant stream of people on the road. Above everyone's head there is a blue object floating mysteriously, almost converging into a blue river.

A car drove towards this side. It was the only fixed asset of Luoshen Company - a second-hand Jetta.

After getting in the car, there was also a piece of that thing floating on Leo Wang's head.

Leo Wang shook his shoulder: "Brother? How is it?"

...Blake Lin: "I met Ian Dong."

"Ahaha!" Owen Zhao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, cheered: "30 million!"

Then he said, "Go home! Let's celebrate!"

The autopilot system started spontaneously and the second-hand Jetta turned back.

"No, not 30 million," Blake Lin said, "He plans to use 200,000 to buy 5% of our shares."

After a while, Leo Wang counted on his fingers blankly and said, "One, two, three, four, five... is there a zero missing?"

He slapped Blake Lin's shoulder fiercely: "This is not right!"

Blake Lin: "Yes, a little bit. I am very jealous of Lions now."

"Suppose, I mean suppose, you are Ian Dong, you are the boss of the galaxy. You are very rich, always in the top three in any ranking, and you have a lot of investments in every industry. Is your time very valuable?" Leo Wang asked.

Blake Lin: "Precious."

"Then, you spent a precious afternoon negotiating a 200,000 yuan deal with a nameless programmer, but in the end, the deal was not finalized yet, and you still told him to consider it?" Leo Wang stared at him: "Just 200,000 yuan! Is this money to Ian Dong? Even if it is 30 million, it is not money to him."

"First of all, I'm not an anonymous programmer. My skills are not low." Blake Lin said expressionlessly, "Secondly, you completely regard Ian Dong as a businessman. In fact, he is not. He is like us, he also writes code and understands mathematics. He just saw the code that interested him and wanted to discuss the algorithm with me."

"No, you were bewitched by him. You brainless fans are all like this---"

Blake Lin ignored him and said, "Don't talk."

He held on to Leo Wang's shoulders and looked at the blue thing up close in the narrow space.

It was blurry at first, but as he stared at it, it gradually became clearer. It was translucent, blue, and you could pass your finger through it. It was like a two-dimensional projection. This interface was surprisingly familiar.

No, it's not all blue, there's a grey menu bar with words on it.

file,edit...debubsp;Blake Lin was stunned.

"I..." He almost blurted out an impolite word.

God knows, this is the program compilation interface!

C language! Or the most crude turboc!

What kind of magical scene is this?

Why does everyone have a C language input interface above their head?

Blake Lin was in a trance for a moment.

Leo Wang was also in a trance: "So you are going to agree to two hundred thousand? Twenty?"

He rushed forward, looking like he was going to question Blake Lin.

"Stop it." Blake Lin looked very upset and said, "Change the route."

The autopilot program beeped and slowly stopped.

Leo Wang: "Where to?"

Blake Lin: "The nearest hospital."

Leo Wang: "...Ah?"

The second-hand Jetta drove in the opposite direction of the original route. At the same time, Blake Lin called out the name of his personal intelligent program: "Luo, connect to the hospital system."

Leo Wang suddenly became nervous: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Is it serious?"

Blake Lin pressed his brows hard and said to himself: "Should I go to the ophthalmology department or the psychiatry department?"